That isn’t a suggestion. It’s an order, one that I sure as hell am gonna follow. He darts into his room, and I’m right behind him.
Luke turns to face me, his lips curving up. “Wanna fuck?” he asks, his tone cool and deceptively innocent.
I almost have to slap myself. How is everything I want and need playing out in real-time?
“Well?” Luke fixes me with a questioning stare, flopping down onto the bed with his dick sticking straight out at me, and my mouth fucking waters.
My voice is breathless. “Yes. Please.”
And that’s when my phone decides to buzz on the bedside table.
“Do you need to get that?” Luke asks, holding his breath.
“No, it’s probably a scammer.” The buzzing stops, and I bring my mouth to Luke’s.
My phone rings again.
Fucking hell.
Not breaking away, I reach over and hit the power button, silencing it.
“Again, it’s probably a scammer,” I murmur into Luke’s lips. “If it’s the team, they can wait. They shouldn’t have excused me from practice if they were gonna change their minds.”
Luke slips his tongue between my teeth and hums. “You tell ‘em, Erik.”
I chuckle. “Besides, we were in the middle of something fun and relaxing. Let’s get you riled back up.” Without another word, I shuffle down and wrap my lips around Luke’s shaft, making him gasp.
“Don’t make me come, Erik. Not like this.”
I work Luke over some more, tightening around him and enjoying how his fingers dig into my shoulder. As soon as his cock starts to throb, I pull back.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
Luke lets out a ragged breath. “Horny as hell, thanks to you.”
I smirk. “Good. Now let’s fuck your misery away.”
“Do you want to top or bottom? I’m good either way.”
My response is automatic. “Top. I tried bottoming a few times before, but it hurt like hell.” That’s true, and I’m afraid of trying it again when I still need to play hockey. Nobody skates their best with a sore hole, and I don’t need any more first-hand experience to confirm that.
Luke flips himself over and arches, pointing his round ass at me. My dick stiffens even more at the sight, and I release a slow breath while I imagine Luke taking me like this.
“Tell me how you want it,” I say.
He replies immediately. “Screw me so hard that I leave a dent in the mattress.”
My breath hitches. “Damn, someone’s desperate. I meant whatposition.”
Luke thinks for a second before rolling onto his back. “Face-up. I wanna watch you come.”
The image that flashes through my brain is enough to jolt me into action. I get to take in every moan, every twist of his face, and I can’t wait.
Luke is already on the ball, fetching a bottle of lube from a drawer and tossing me a condom. I place that to the side for laterand stretch over him, planting a kiss on his chest and prying the lube out of his hands.
“Let me prep you,” I say, cracking the bottle open and spreading a line down my finger. “Relax and I’ll handle it.”
He nods, and I glaze his hole before sticking a tentative finger in. Luke clenches around me and releases as I spread the fluid around. When I curl my finger up, the strangled “oh fuck” that Luke cries out is all I need. Feeling generous, I press against the hard nub inside him again. And again. And again. He bends his legs, pulling himself closer to me, and his face twists with desperation.
