Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“No,” I said. “Not that I don’t want to. Not that at all.”
“It’s okay,” Gabe said as he pulled back.
“I’m just not ready for it. Gotta give a guy at least a fifteen-minute head start to prep.”
Gabe chuckled at that and leaned down, locking me in a kiss that wiped away all my anxiety. “I’ll give you all the time you need. Besides, I have a feeling we can have fun in other ways.” He shifted on the bed so that he was straddling my legs, his cock jutting in the air like a damn flagpole. He spat in his hand and grabbed us both in a firm grip.
I hissed out in pleasure and dropped my head back as Gabe started to jerk us off. It was an insanely good feeling, made all the better when I opened my eyes and took in the most beautiful man on Earth. He was everything I loved in a guy and so much more. He had broad shoulders and a sculpted chest dusted in a smattering of beauty marks underneath the trimmed hair. His face could be on the cover of magazines and have them sold out by the end of the day. Those piercing blue eyes and pink, slightly pouty lips and dark eyebrows and rounded nose and slightly larger-than-average ears, and… “Holy fuck, Gabe, that feels so good.”
His saliva had mixed with both of our precum, making our cocks slick and wet. His closed fist glided over us while he played with his nipple. I thrust up into his grip. The toe-curling pleasure of having my dick pressed against Gabe’s sent shock waves through my system.
“That’s it, buddy,” Gabe said. The word did something to the primal center in my brain that was controlled primarily by my cock. I groaned and gripped the sheet, second-guessing my decision about not fucking him. “Yeah, thrust into my hand. Rub that hard cock against mine.”
I was minutes away from self-combusting. I could feel the cells in my body uncapping the tiny gasoline canisters and lighting the minuscule matches.
I did as he asked, thrusting, rubbing, moaning so loud I was sure the hotel room next door could hear. Didn’t matter. We were the only guys on the team staying on this floor.
Gabe slowed his strokes. He let go of our dicks and leaned down, cupping my head in his huge hand, kissing me, his cock pulsing against mine. I grabbed his neck and wrapped a leg around him. His body weight on me felt like a protective shell I never wanted to remove.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I said, staring into his eyes and finding flecks of green and gray in that infinite expanse of blue.
He kissed me again. “And so are you. I’ve never played with someone on my team that gets me hard out on the ice. But every time I see your face—” He kissed me. “—I find myself wanting to do that—” He thrust against me. “—and that.” He nipped at my bottom lip.
I was already so close to coming, but I wasn’t ready just yet. I wanted to edge this as long as possible. Soaking in the pleasure before the inevitable explosion.
I grabbed his hips and pushed him over onto his back.
“I’ve been wanting to do this,” I said, flipping and moving so that I was lying down on my side with Gabe’s cock in my face and mine in his. I inched my hips forward. Gabe grabbed me and took me in his mouth like he’d been told I was the last soda can in the desert. I gobbled him up with the same thirst, swirling my tongue around his head and savoring that salty pre. I rubbed his thigh, massaging the hard muscle as I worked his dick.
He stopped sucking my dick for a second. “Fuck, Eli, I’m close.”
I took that as a sign to keep blowing him, taking him deeper down my throat. He went back to working on me. I was close too. I could feel it in my stomach, my body tensing, my eyes closing. I was about to give a warning but was caught off guard by a jet of cum blasting down my throat.
“Holy fuuuucck,” Gabe shouted, emptying his balls. I swallowed everything he gave me. My orgasm hit at the same time, my cum shooting out and getting Gabe on his chin and chest, some of it going over him and onto the headboard.
“Goddamn,” I said, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling with a goofy grin on my face and stars flickering across the white paint.
Gabe appeared, hovering over me. He smiled, his glazed chin catching the light just as it dripped down onto my lips.
I licked it up. “Mmm, didn’t know you were providing dessert.”
“Technically, you provided it,” Gabe replied with a laugh.