Holy fuck, I sucked off my coach.
It was the hottest sex of my life, but maybe it was better if I left. Things between us would probably get awkward now that the sex was done.
So, why wasn’t I rushing for the door? Why was so I desperate to keep touching him?
Damien let go of my hand, and surprisingly, I wanted to protest. Instead, I leaned against the counter and watched as he turned on the shower, then shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs and stepped out of them. He had more chest hair than I did, and the dark treasure trail that led directly to his cock had my mouth watering again. I liked the fact that he didn’t shave or wax. And who cared if he was thirty years old? He was fit as fuck and gorgeous. All over. A typical hockey boy with broad shoulders, defined pecs, and solid thighs that were the stuff of my dirtiest fantasies.
My gaze roamed lower, to his dick and balls, and Christ, no wonder my throat was sore. His cock was a monster, even when it wasn’t fully erect. Unlike me, he didn’t have a single tattoo on his rangy body, but I did notice the large scars on his right knee. The scars from his injury and operations. I couldn’t even imagine. Seeing them and knowing what had happened to his hockey career, it hit me like a punch to the gut.
“Silas, are you okay?” he asked.
“Great,” I croaked and cleared my throat, meeting his gaze. “I’m taking a moment to appreciate the incredible man before me.”
“I think that’s my line.”
I shook my head and pushed my jeans down, mirroring his movements.
“Commando?” he raised one dark eyebrow.
“Of course.” I smirked and stepped closer until our hips collided, nothing but hot, naked skin between us.
I felt a tremor run through his body. Or was that me?
It wasn’t long before my cock was half-hard again.
“You were talking at practice about manifesting what we want,” I whispered, giving him a slow, sexy kiss. “Mission accomplished.”
“But it seems like you being naked under those jeans is more about what I want than what you want,” he replied with a wicked grin.
And that right there is why I was getting in deep with Damien. His smile kickstarted my heart something fierce, but it was everything else that had me craving more. His ability to meet my sarcasm with his own, his passion for hockey, his drive to be the best. Did he realize how fucking amazing he was? If not, it was going to be my mission to show him.
“I’d say we’re both winners.”
I punctuated that comment with another kiss, this one longer, deeper, until we were so caught up in each other that we forgot about the shower. Damien hugged me tightly to him while I slid my hands up to grip his biceps, loving the fact that he was as consumed as I was by this heady chemistry between us. He walked me back, manhandling me until my ass hit the counter. Sliding one knee between mine, he ate at my mouth, and I moaned, wrapping one leg around his hip.
When we finally came up for air, he rested his forehead against mine, his breath hot against my lips.
“Kissing you is—” Damien paused and playfully nipped my mouth.“Fucking addictive.”
“Damien.”
I didn’t even care if we did anything else tonight. Kissing him was more satisfying than any sexual act I’d experienced with any other partner. And I’d done plenty of fucking.
“Yes?”
“Let’s take that shower before you run out of hot water,” I suggested.
Damien nodded, and with one hand possessively squeezing my waist, he guided me into the shower. He gave my shoulder a teasing kiss as the steam swirled around us. I stood under the water first, letting it soak my hair and washing away the remaining cum off my face. He joined me under the spray, and the sight of his naked body, wet and all mine, had me rocking another hard-on that wouldn’t quit.
While Damien turned and reached for the shampoo, I reached for him, sliding up behind him and notching my cock between his tight ass cheeks. He let out a filthy moan and dropped the bottle, gripping my forearms with a strength that was just shy of painful. The tight clench told me he was as gone as I was.
“How does this feel?” I whispered, canting my hips and rubbing my dick against his ass while my mouth trailed wet kisses over his shoulder.
“Do you need to ask?” he replied.
He took my right hand and placed it around his cock. My sexy hockey coach was getting hard again. And it was all for me.
“You’re not freaking out yet,” I murmured.
