But I get ten minutes.
“Or,” he says.
I like or. I like or a lot. “Yeah?” Tingles of anticipation pepper my skin.
“The hockey locker rooms are empty. No cameras in the back.”
Fucking, A! I yank him up so fast, dragging him away from the ice. Away from the public. He’s so damn shy, I didn’t peg him for someone who’d do depraved shit in a public locker room, butmaybe he’s not shy so much as he’s timid. And it seems that the real Cody comes out as he gets braver.
I don’t waste time. As soon as we’re out of camera range, I slam him against the wall just like I wanted to. I grip his wrists in one hand, pinning them overhead, and now he’s at my mercy. First thing I do, suck his neck. His heavy mackinaw’s in the way, though. My frantic fingers find the buttons, popping them with quick flicks. I push the heavy wool off his shoulder, enough for me to feast. My teeth tease the sensitive skin at the base of his neck, pulling a filthy moan from him.
“I wanna suck your cock. Wanna make you moan like that again for me. You want that, darlin’? Want me to make you cum so hard?”
His giant eyes analyze me, the spell of lust broken for the smallest fraction of a second. “I should see if you’re any good at it before I decide if I’m gonna date you,” he says.
“That’s right,” I agree, breathing against his skin, sucking a bright hickey onto the underside of his jaw. “Test the merchandise.”
“P-Please.”
He’s still watching me with careful eyes, but the white-hot desire is clear. Somehow, the conflict reminds me of the way he was stiff in my arms as if he didn’t know what to do with his body.
That’s okay, sweets. I’m more than happy to guide you.
My body eclipses his, crowding him further into the wall. I make a point of pressing his joined wrists into the wall. “These stay here. Got it?”
“Yes.”
His body stiffness evaporates. My knees hit the worn rubber floor, and I unzip and pop the button of his jeans.
I pull his hard cock out, letting his balls hang heavy over the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts, and pull those downenough to expose his ass. I grip a handful of each cheek, and suck the middle of his shaft, right over the crooked vein zig-zagging up the front.
The fucking sound that comes out of his mouth. Pre-cum dribbles out of my cock, soaking through my cotton boxers.
“That’s it, I wanna hear you, Cody.” We’re far enough away from everyone, no one will hear him. I don’t want them to hear him. Today, those moans are for me.
I lick my way up the shaft, falling immediately in love with the taste of him. I inhale a gust of his clean, soapy scent, letting my tongue swipe over the purpling head. Cum is supposed to be salty, but not his, it’s sweet. I slurp the slippery cum away and then swallow his cock into my hot mouth.
Cody lets out a curse.
I suck a few more times, then let my tongue drag over the base, to the underside of his nuts. I roll them in my hand and suck some more, fucking him slowly with my mouth. His balls draw up, he’s about to come.
I pull off his cock.
“Ari!”
I chuckle. That may have lost me a point, but not only can’t I help myself, it’ll be better for him if I draw it out a little. I stroke his wet cock and anguished little pants rush from his lungs. He’s got his hands where I put them like a good boy. I stroke slowly until he’s away from the edge of an orgasm, then I suck him into my mouth to bring him right back to it. He cries out, threats to my good name spill from his lips.
“That’s right,” I say, after the fifth round of edging the fuck out of him. “You come when I want you to. You wanna come?”
“Please … please, Ari.”
Him begging like that owns me. It’ll convince me to do fucking anything.
His hips search for my mouth in a desperate attempt to get off, and my jaw aches from sucking him for so long, but I’d keep us in this limbo for a lot longer if we didn’t have jobs to get back to.
“Look at me, baby. Watch while I suck your fucking soul through your cock.”
I suck hard, his balls pinch, and I don’t pull off this time. Cody scrabbles against the wall, but his hands stay where I left them as I suck down his cum like a starving man, giving his nuts a gentle squeeze. Just like with the soda on his fingers, I make sure he’s clean before making my way up his body and shoving my tongue into his mouth.
