Page 88 of Stick By Me
I huffed out a long breath. “Yeah, sure.” Why the hell was it such a big mystery?
Slapping his hands to his thighs, Uncle Tad stood up. “Welp, I need to get home. We’ve all got a long day tomorrow.” He walked toward the door. “You boys get some rest and I’ll be here to pick you up around seven-fifteen.” He waved at us. “I’ll let myself out.” He swung the door open and left.
I stared after him, my brows knitting. “Why the hell did the mention of Coach Dupont make him leave like that?”
“I don’t know.” Leo pressed a soft kiss on my cheek. “But he’s right. We have a long day tomorrow. Why don’t we head up to your bedroom and get settled?”
“Yeah, sure.” I could give him the quick tour of the house in the morning. I rose up and took his hand. “I have a double bed in my room, so it could get pretty cozy,” I said, leading him to the stairs, my dick waking. It sure would be nice to lose myself in him tonight. I’d probably sleep a lot better. I grabbed my suitcase. “Leo? You think we could make tonight special?” I trudged up the stairs with my luggage.
Leo followed me. “You read my mind. It’s only like eight o’clock or so in Phoenix.”
As a grin broke out over my face, I flicked on the lights and took a left at the top of the stairs, passing Dad’s office, then entering my room at the end of the hallway.
Leo stopped at the photos on the wall. “Is this you?” He pointed at one.
“Oh no.” I dropped my suitcase inside my room, turned on the nightstand lamp, then strode back out to grab his finger. “Yes, that’s me. I was probably eight in that photo. Let’s save this for the morning.” I glanced at the photo, me in an outdoor rink with a puffy jacket and my hockey stick, the same one I kissed before every game.
Leo cocked his head. “Wait, is that the stick?—”
“Yes, now come on. We’ve got better things to do.” I pulled him down the hallway, then into my childhood bedroom, the bedspread sporting hockey team logos on it.
Scanning the room, Leo chuckled and said, “Oh my God, it’s all hockey in here.” He walked to the shelf over my dark wooden desk with my trophies on it. “Looks like you were on a lot of winning teams.”
“Yeah, I was. One of them was with Jonah.” Fuck, was he going to go on like this all night? “Leo.” I undressed at the foot of my bed, tossing my sweater and jeans into the corner, my cock at half-mast. “Leo.”
He swiveled around, his gaze raking over me. “Oh, damn.” With a coy grin, he set his suitcase on the floor, then unzipped it and rummaged through it. “Just in case you were feeling up to it, I came prepared.” Crouching down, he held up a bottle of lube. “No condoms, right?”
“Damn right.” I padded to him, knelt down, then cupped his cheeks in my hands and claimed his mouth with my own, sneaking my tongue inside to dance with his, my dick tingling and lengthening between my thighs.
With a husky moan, he pushed me onto my back and lay on top of me, his hard dick pressing into my hip from under his jeans. “Fuck, Archer, it’s been too long.” He nibbled along my chin and rolled side to side, freeing his solid cock, and working his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. “Fuck, I need to get this shit off.”
“That you do and let’s move to my bed.” I propped up on my elbows, watching him throw off his clothes, his lean and muscled body being exposed bit by bit. “Unless you want to fuck me on the floor?”
He tossed his fleece over his head and off, then raised the edge of his mouth. “No, it’s supposed to be special, remember?” He held out his hand and lifted me from the floor.
With my gaze roaming over his body, I scraped my teeth over my bottom lip. “But special can be a little dirty, too, right?” A flash of desire heated my skin and I focused on his long, thick cock, pointing up to his navel, my mouth watering. “Like, we can start with me on my knees?” I dropped in front of him and swallowed him whole, fisting the base of his dick and cupping his balls. The heady taste of him slid across my tongue.
“Oh, holy fuck.” He tipped his back and hissed, then threaded his fingers into my hair.
I pumped his cock with my mouth, sliding my tongue up his shaft and fluttering at his slit. My dick pulsed and ached, dribbling precum. There was nothing else to think about, but me and Leo and the connection that awaited us.
With an open mouth, he looked down on me, his eyes darkened, and brows tensed. “Shit, that feels good.”
I kept on him for a few long minutes, leaving his balls to stroke myself slowly, teasing myself with the edge of pleasure.
Leo’s cock swelled harder in my mouth. “Fuck, that’s enough,” he gritted out, shoving my head away from him. “It’s been too long and I’m close already. Get on the bed.” He stepped back and set the lube on my nightstand.
“Yes, sir.” With a chuckle, I climbed onto the bed, my bare ass pointed at him.
With a slap to my ass cheek, he said, “Damn right.” He crept up behind me and over my back while I was still on my hands and knees. “Can I prep you like this?” His breath shivered over my ear.
Goosebumps broke out over my neck and back. “Hell yeah.” I pushed back, shoving his dick into my crevice. “Lube us both up first.” I liked the feel of his heat against my skin.
He slathered lube on his dick, then in my crevice and nestled himself against it. “Like that?” he breathed, nipping at the backof my neck. “Fuck, this feels incredible.” He thrust, sliding his bare cock against my hole.
My breath came fast. “Yeah, keep teasing me.” I fell to my elbows and hung my head, my cock aching. With every thrust, my hole clenched and my body jolted with a wave of pleasure.
He wrapped an arm around my torso, then scraped his teeth along my spine, giving me soft bites, then licking. “I’m so fucking hot for you right now. I could just—” He nudged his dick into my hole and both of us shuddered. “Oh, God, Archer. I need you, need this.” His body trembled behind mine as he kissed his way to my earlobe and nibbled it.
