8. Brody
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brody
Gabe punched a code into the side door and took my hand. The soft click of the door closing behind us echoed in the quiet as we stepped into a dim hallway, the only light a soft glow coming from the kitchen at the far end. My body trembled with a mix of excitement and nerves. I was thrilled to be alone with him, but a nagging internal voice kept urging me to be careful and remember what happened in Boston.
The hallway was cool, a contrast to the heat building between us. My pulse raced, and my body vibrated with anticipation, daring me to imagine what might happen next. One thing was certain: wherever he took me, I was going to kiss him.
He gestured toward a corner where the hallway made a sharp right turn. “Want to check out my office? It’s quieter there, and we won’t be in the line of fire if any of the caterers come into the kitchen.”
I nodded, more focused on him than whatever he wanted to show me. It was enough to know we’d be out of sight, where I could finally feel his mouth on mine again. He guided me around the corner, and the hallway narrowed. My breath hitched as he turned to face me, slipping his hands down to rest on my hips, sending a shiver up my spine.
We were so close our chests were almost touching. My thoughts spun. Could kissing Gabe lead to something else? As much as I wanted kisses, and as much as I needed more than kisses, it wasn’t smart. I’d already learned how awful the consequences of reckless decisions could be, though I survived; if it happened again, I may not be so lucky. Was it worth risking everything? I tried to summon the strength to push him away but found nothing except desire.
His husky voice was soft in the near darkness, but every word carried an edge of urgency. “I know it’s fast, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but I want this. Want you .”
Before he could say anything else, I pressed my mouth to his and cupped his cheeks with my hands. Fuck all my fears, because if playing hockey meant I had to deny myself the right to be human, it wasn’t worth it.
The kiss was hard and rough, a rush of everything I’d been holding back since this morning. Screw that, I’d been holding it back since the moment we met on the jogging trail. He wrapped his arms around me, tugging me against him and making me moan when he sneaked his tongue along the seam of my lips. I opened for him, and my mind spun as he slipped inside. I sank into him and moved my hands to the back of his neck, haunted by the memory of how he’d backed away in the locker room. I wasn’t about to let that happen again.
He tasted like steak and beer, but there was more. Sharp notes of arousal lit up my mouth even more than the lingering spice of jerk chicken. I broke a sweat as he explored, moaning as my tongue met his in a frenzied dance. Our bodies moved in jagged undulations that had our cocks grinding against each other, oblivious to the layers of clothing separating them. My dick throbbed, desperate for more contact. Gabe sent my heart into double time as he dropped a hand between us and unbuttoned my pants, sliding his hand inside until he was palming my erection through my boxers.
I mirrored his actions, thrilled when I felt his rigid cock under my hand. He groaned into my mouth when I curled my fingers and squeezed him. We were both huffing air through our noses, and my cotton boxers did nothing to mask the heat of his hand. He squeezed me back, making me lightheaded.
His warm breath ghosted across my lips when he broke the kiss. “I want to suck your dick. Okay?”
“God yes. I?—”
Loud voices from the kitchen cut me off. My heart leapt into my throat as we both froze, listening intently.
“There’s no more beer in the fridge,” a male voice called out.
A woman replied, “Must be in the other one. Down the hall.”
Footsteps headed in our direction.
“Shit!” Gabe whispered, his eyes darting to a niche in the wall I hadn’t noticed before. In the dim light, I barely made out the shape of a refrigerator tucked into the alcove.
“Your office?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
“Yeah, this way.” Grabbing my hand, he practically dragged me to a door at the end of the hallway. His fingers flew over the keypad, and I barely heard the click of the unlocking door over the sound of the approaching voices. He pushed it open, nudging me inside before stepping in after me and closing it behind us.
The room was mostly dark as the last light of day filtered through the blinds, casting faint streaks across what I could now see were a desk, chair, and bookshelves. A low couch sat against the far wall. The air was heavy with anticipation, and I turned to face him. I gave him a crooked smile. “Cozy.”
“It is. Glad we didn’t get caught?”
As much as I’d have liked to say, “No, fuck anyone who cares,” I couldn’t. Boston had robbed me of that kind of self- confidence. Instead, I traced a finger across his chest. “Did you bring me in here to show me your computer?”
The tension between us spiked all over again. Before I could move, he slid my pants down my thighs. “Still up for that blow job?”
“Wait.” I snuck my hand inside his briefs. His hard cock throbbed, and he shuddered when I squeezed it.
“Fuck,” he rasped out. “Get naked.”
Clothes flew in every direction, and when I had everything off, I looked at Gabe and stopped breathing. Holy God . I raked my eyes over his body, starting at his face and continuing down his long, elegant throat to muscular shoulders. They tapered into powerful arms with biceps that bulged even at rest. I hummed as I focused on his chest, the dark hair there accentuating every curve and plane of his beautifully sculpted pecs. His abs rippled when he shifted on his feet, drawing my eyes lower, past the sharp cut of his V-line, over his hips, and to a thick, veiny cock that was already leaking precum.
A guttural sound made me lift my head. Gabe was staring at me, slack-jawed, his eyes fixed on my dick. His breaths were quick, and after a moment, he met my eyes. “Goddamn, Brody. You are incredible.”
We’d seen each other in the team shower, but it’s different there. You see guys, even check them out, but you keep your thoughts in a box. Here, it wasn’t like that. I was excited beyond belief, full of desire fueled not only by Gabe’s spectacular body, but also by knowing he wanted me.
He grinned as we moved toward each other. The air was thick with anticipation as we stepped into each other’s arms, our lips meeting in a frantic kiss. As our tongues played, his cock dragged over mine. His dick was heavy, and the tug of every ridge and bulging vein against my supersensitive skin turned my desire into lust.
I broke out of his embrace and sank to my knees, enjoying his low groan when I took his cock in one hand and licked around the head. My erection turned into steel when he groaned again, tangled his fingers in my hair, and pulled my head closer. I closed my mouth around him, savoring the girth of his cock and musky sweetness of his precum.
“God, Brody,” he whispered, “that’s fucking magic.”
I licked upward along the bottom of his shaft. When my lips were around the head, I sucked him in again, keeping the pressure steady and moving as slowly as I could. He moaned as I worked on him, always trying to push a little deeper inside than I was ready to let him. He’d come a lot harder if I made him work for it, so I focused on keeping things even.
“Fuck, yessssss,” he hissed through his teeth as I took him in again.
Sucking harder, I focused on not choking as spit built up in my mouth. I loved sucking dick, feeling it hard and throbbing in my mouth, tasting a man’s excitement when he got close. Gabe didn’t have many inhibitions, because he moaned, grunted, and cursed while I sucked him.
Eventually, he placed his hands on both sides of my head and started fucking my mouth. After several thrusts, I gagged when his cock hit the back of my throat. He let my head go so I could pull off, and I spluttered and coughed as spit ran over my chin.
“You all right?” he asked, keeping a hand on my cheek.
“Yes.” The choking had eased off, and I swiped at the drool on my chin.
“You like dirty talk, Brody?”
My heart gave an extra thump, and I raised my head to look at him. His smile matched the teasing tone in his voice, and I nodded. “Love it. The dirtier the better.”
“Mm.” He raised his eyebrows as his smile grew into an undeniable smirk. “Then I don’t mind telling you that you look every bit the cock slut. Face red, gasping for air, strings of spit hanging from your face.”
I fingered his shaft, gratified by the shudder that ran through him. “With a monster like this to work on, who wouldn’t be a slut?”
His gaze darkened, and his snarky expression faded while he watched me from hooded eyes. “Suck my dick, then. Make me come so hard you’ll gag on it again.”
My heart raced. Without breaking eye contact, I took all of him in at once. He threaded his fingers through my hair and grunted. I started sucking again, loving the way his fat cock filled my mouth. He was making a lot of precum, thicker than before, and he groaned when I pulled off long enough to suck it out of his slit, being sure I made enough obscene slurping sounds to set him on fire. His scent, sharp with arousal, filled my nostrils.
“That’s it.” He tugged on my hair encouragingly. “Fuck yes. Suck my big cock. Slobber all over it like the rent boy you are.”
I made a high-pitched sound, and he shuddered again. After teasing his balls with my fingernails, I held the base of his cock, sucking harder while I grabbed my dick with my spare hand. The awkward tugs felt insanely good, and I moaned around Gabe’s erection.
“Holy shit. Feels so fucking good.” He sounded drunk, half-forming his words as his breathing became noisier. “Gonna fucking come soon. Fill you up. You like that, don’t you, my big burly slut?”
I whined, jerking myself in time with sucking his cock.
“Want my cum running down your chin like your spit? I’d like to shoot all over your pretty face, but I want to hear you choking on my jizz.”
“Mm-hmm.” I drew out the last syllable so he could feel the vibrations.
“Ah!” He shivered in pleasure. “Who knew a big, bad D-man would like sucking cock so much? Suck it harder, and maybe I’ll get you off after I feed you my cum. Will you moan for me if I suck your big dick?”
Much more of that, and I’d come myself. How did he know exactly what I’d wanted guys to say for years? I couldn’t wait to fuck his smart mouth, so I released my dick and used both hands on Gabe, jerking the base of his cock with one and tickling his balls with the other. His precum was even thicker now, and I moaned around him again, eliciting a loud groan in return.
“You suck cock like a goddamn machine. Holy fucking shit.”
A moment later, he was lost in a steady stream of incoherent curses and frenzied groans, so I squeezed his balls and sucked harder while he thrust into my mouth.
“Yes!” he cried, then immediately lost his rhythm.
I let go of his balls and wrapped my hands around his hips, digging my fingertips into his glutes to hold him steady. He erupted in my mouth, cursing loudly. Astounded by the amount of cum in my mouth after one shot, I gulped hard.
“Fuck!” he cried, firing another volley. “Shit!”
He kept shooting thick, generous spurts that soon overflowed my mouth.
“Keep going,” he begged. “Fucking slut.”
I loved the strong, musky, salty-sweet taste of him, and the warm stickiness flowing down my chin felt incredibly good. In that moment, I totally belonged to him—on my knees with my mouth stuffed full of his cock, struggling to swallow his cum, with his man-juice marking my face.
His shooting eased but didn’t stop, and his loud curses subsided first into slurred syllables and then into soft moans. He pulled out slowly, and after I swallowed the last of his cum, I suckled him clean.
When I pulled off with a loud pop, he knelt in front of me. His loopy grin gave away how good he felt. “That was fucking incredible. Not sure I ever came that hard before.” Breaking into a chuckle, he wiped his cum off my face. “You look amazing with my jizz all over you.”
“Wait.” I held his wrist while I sucked the cum off his fingers and licked the residue off his palm.
“Fuck, Brody. You know exactly what I like.” He leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep. When he placed a hand behind my neck, I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and he sucked it. We were both enjoying the taste of his pleasure, and my heart banged against my ribs. This was dirty and fun and insanely hot.
I was this close to coming, and his kiss—this filthy, beautiful kiss—took me even closer.
When we broke for air, he looked down and wrapped his hand around my cock. “You’re big, Brody. All those veins are hot as fuck, and I love that you’re cut. So goddamn hot.”
I was trying to focus on anything but the warm, rough hand around my dick, but when he raised his head and met my eyes, it was impossible. “I love that you’re not cut,” I said. “Love it so much.”
“Then I guess we’re both lucky.” He kissed me again, his lips hot against mine. My scruff tangled with his beard, and the pull—fuck it, the sound—was something out of my dreams.
“You still want to suck me?” I asked, hoping against hope that he hadn’t changed his mind.
“Hell yes, beautiful. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
“So do it.”
My impatient tone was impossible to miss, and he gave me a crooked grin. “Get on the couch and spread your legs.”
I couldn’t move fast enough and practically tripped over my feet as I got into place.
Gabe knee-walked between my legs and grazed his fingers over my chest. He tilted his head. “You are so sexy. Your body’s a wet dream come true. Ready to get sucked?”
I nodded.
“Want to come in my mouth? Make me choke on it like you did?’
“Yes.” My voice squeaked like I was fourteen.
“I’ve never done this with someone as big as you are. Your body…” He tapped my chest. “Or your cock…” He wrapped a fist around my dick, which was already straining for relief.
He jerked me a few times, and my entire body tingled. Heat seared my face and burned my chest, and I started shivering. Gabe leaned in, bit a nipple, and then nibbled on my lower lip.
“You like that?” he asked, placing his hands on my knees.
“Fuck yes.”
Gazing into my eyes, he ghosted his fingers up my thighs toward my body. He moved at a snail’s pace, his fingers pushing the hairs back and making me shudder. When he was an inch away from my cock, he stopped.
My dick twitched, and for an awful minute, I was afraid I’d shoot without feeling his mouth on me. “Unless you want me to come like this, you’d better get to work.”
He chuckled. “There’s something I want first.”
A string of precum hung from my slit, and he caught it on his finger and slurped it off. Then he held my dick between two fingers and studied it before trailing a finger from my frenulum to my balls.
“Gabe!”
“Such a beautiful cock. Look how hard my big D-man is for me.” He licked up the shaft, making me gasp, and then smiled. “I’ve been checking you out in the shower, but I couldn’t see you like this.”
He raked a finger through my pubes. I trimmed them, but I left real hair, not stubble. “I love your golden hair.”
“Gabe, please.”
Without another word, he took me into his mouth. There was no licking around the head or sucking me in slowly; he just closed his mouth around me, and I cried out from the blissful shock. The heat was incredible, and I couldn’t contain another high-pitched moan when he started sucking. I leaned back, making sure I could still see him. Gabe with my cock in his mouth was a much better visual image than any porn, and I wanted to memorize it in case this never happened again. Pleasure rolled through my body. I hadn’t been with anyone for a year, and I’d almost forgotten how good it felt to have my dick sucked.
“Like that,” I mumbled. “Oh my God.”
He moved his head up and down, sucking and slurping like I was the best thing he ever tasted. The noises heightened my excitement, and the slide of my dick in his wet mouth was already pushing me toward the edge. My dick grew harder every time Gabe’s eyes flicked up to mine. This was, without any doubt, the best blow job of my life.
“Fuck, yes,” I rasped. “So close.”
As much as I needed to come, I wanted something else first. Before I could overthink it, I tapped the side of his head. “Stick your finger up my ass.”
He pulled completely off my dick, making me groan in frustration. Locking his eyes onto mine, he smirked. “Like things in your ass, eh?”
“I…” Shit, does he think I want to get fucked? As much as I loved ass play, I’d never bottomed. It was a constant fantasy, but not tonight. We’d have to work up to that if this happened again. “Yeah. Fingers.”
“I’ve got you.” Still smiling, he tapped my knees. “Spread them more.”
I did, and when I scooted forward, he lowered his head and pulled my ass cheeks apart. “What a beautiful pink hole. It looks tight. You sure I’ll be able to get my finger inside?” He glanced up at me, still wearing a teasing smile.
“Fuck yeah. Use the middle one. It’s the longest.”
He kept his eyes on me while sucking his finger, adding some noisy slurps for effect before pulling it out of his mouth with a pop.
“Please,” I begged, scooting even closer to the front of the cushion.
“Easy. I’ll take care of you.” He spat on his finger and started circling my hole with it. I hummed with pleasure when he sucked my dick back into his mouth, then clenched when he pressed against my ass.
“Relax,” he whispered. “You want this, remember?”
I let out a long breath, and when he pushed again, his finger slid inside.
“Ah!” The fullness was almost too much. He moved his finger, still sucking my dick, and I groaned against the burn. My senses reeled when he started fingerfucking me, each wave of pleasure more intense than the one before. “Fuck. So good.”
Stars flashed in my eyes when he pushed deeper. He’d found my prostate, and the intense pleasure made me cry out. I wiggled my hips when he pressed into the gland, trying my best to ride his finger. As the pressure inside built to a breaking point, he swallowed the head of my cock. His throat muscles pulsed, and the smothering heat sent me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I yelled, coming hard. My asshole gripped his finger, intensifying the contractions as I shot into his mouth. The explosive spurts were hot as they cannoned out of me, and I grunted with each one to keep from screaming. The sharp pleasure was almost too much to bear as I sprayed cum inside his mouth, and when the moment eased, I sagged until the back of the couch caught me. Gabe suckled me for another moment, then pulled off. I purred while he licked me clean.
“Was that okay?” His voice was rough and laced with uncertainty.
“So much goddamn more than okay,” I whispered. “You’re amazing.” Still wrecked, I closed my eyes and moaned softly.
He rubbed my thighs while I came down, and when I opened my eyes, he moved backward and held out his arms. “Come here.”
I slipped onto the floor, and we cuddled on the soft carpet. Sated, I teetered on the edge of sleep, and when his breathing evened out, I must have dozed off. The next thing I knew, he was tapping my belly. “As much as I want to stay like this, I should probably go back outside.”
“Mm.” After a quick yawn, I asked, “Really?”
“They may be wondering where I am since I’m the host.”
“I guess you’re right.” I couldn’t stop thinking how much I didn’t want this to be the only time Gabe and I hooked up. “You gave me the best blow job of my life. You should know that.”
He kissed me, and I melted into the warmth of his lips. When he drew away, his smile was soft and knowing. “I’ll say the same. I enjoyed this so much, Brody. Please say we can do it again.”
I nodded. “And again, and again.”
He got up and grinned down at me while he dressed. “You look even more beautiful after sex.”
He looked a lot like a victorious knight about then, but that was probably because he’d come to my rescue. Sexually, at least. Since I couldn’t tell him that, I settled for something easy. “And you’re even more handsome, studly goalie.”
Kill me now. Did I really say something that ridiculous.
Fortunately, he chuckled instead of rolling his eyes. “A studly goalie and a kick-your-ass D-man. We’re quite a pair.”
“I guess we are. Sure you can’t stay a little longer?” I wanted more cuddle time, and of course another blow job would have been amazing.
“I can’t, but we agreed to do this again, right?”
“Definitely.” I couldn’t hold back a goofy smile.
He squatted beside me for another kiss. “Take your time in here. See you back outside?”
“Absolutely.” I traced a finger along his jaw. “Thank you so much for this.”