Chapter 19
ETHAN
“Great practice, guys, we’re done,” Banning calls out. “I’ll see you on Tuesday.”
I turn to watch Silas and Banning skate off together, smiling at each other.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the fact that my teammate is married to our coach.
There’s not a huge age gap between them—Silas is twenty-two and Damien’s thirty—so I think it’s the getting hitched part that has me flummoxed.
In any case, it seems to be working for them.
“Help me off the ice?” Jett asks.
“Of course.”
I offer him my arm and when he touches me, even with all my gear on, I’m vibrating.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“I did. I was serious when I said I wanted to learn how to skate. Think you’d want to teach me?”
“Definitely.”
I guide him back to the boards, help him get the grips off his boots, and walk him down to the bench outside the locker room. My teammates will follow shortly, so I don’t have much time. That is, time alone with Jett before the fuck ton of questions my friends will lob at me.
“I’ll change as quick as I can.”
Jett nods. “And after, how about we head into town for something to eat?”
“The only thing I want to eat is your a—”
Jett places his hand over my mouth before I can finish my sentence.
“Ethan.”
I lick his palm playfully, and he shakes his head.
“Stop,” he warns me as he pulls his hand back.
“I can’t help it,” I admit. “You drive me fucking wild. I don’t care about food or anything else. I need to get naked with you as fast as humanly possible.”
Dane and Axel stalk by at that very moment, and I don’t know if they heard me, but they’re grinning with know-it-all smirks. Oops.
“I’ll be quick,” I offer.
“I hope not.”
“Stop teasing me.”
With my teammates out of sight, I grab hold of Jett’s ass and give it a firm squeeze. Knowing that he’s wearing my underwear has my blood racing hot.
“You don’t play fair.”
“Not with you.”
“Hurry up and get changed. The sooner you do, the faster we can refuel and get to the most important activity of the day.”
“No argument here.”
I reluctantly let my hand drop and make my way into the locker room. Once I reach my stall, I start undressing as fast as I can. I can shower when I get back home, and Jett can join me.
“In a rush?” Dane asks, and I look over at my friend.
“Yeah.”
“You two are cute together.”
“What?” I scoff. “Don’t even.”
“I mean it. I like him for you, and you for him. I think you’ve met your match.”
I want to deny what Dane’s saying, but I get the worrying feeling that he might be right. There’s something about Jett I just can’t resist. It doesn’t sit easy with me even though I’m not one to shy away from the truth.
“I’m having fun.”
“Is that what you call it? I’m surprised the ice didn’t melt from the looks you were giving each other.”
I unlace my skates.
“It’ll pass.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“Then I’m in way over my head.”
Once I’m changed, I say goodbye to my teammates and find Jett waiting for me outside the locker room. Only, he’s not sitting but standing against the wall, legs crossed, his phone in his hand. He’s got a determined look on his face, and I wonder what he’s thinking about.
My eyes eat him up as my heart takes off like I’m chasing the puck.
“Hey.”
Jett shoves his phone in his jacket pocket and stalks toward me, a smile hovering on his lips.
“You still free this aft?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
I motion to the exit, and he walks in front of me. I want to take his hand, but I’m afraid once I touch him, I won’t be able to stop. We step outside and make our way through campus, and I notice that the quad is busy with students.
“Head to my place and order in?” I offer.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Did you have a good time on the ice?”
“I did.”
“With a few sessions, I’ll have you—”
My comment’s interrupted when I hear Jett’s name being called. We turn to find Archie, Hudson, and Reese heading our way.
“Where are you guys off to?” Hudson asks.
“We’re going back to mine to, uh… work.”
Yeah, work, as in fuck our brains out.
“I didn’t know you shared any classes,” Archie replies.
“It’s the national competition volunteer stuff—” Jett confirms.
Thank God one of us has the presence to offer a decent white lie.
“But you could come with us for a bit? Right, Ethan? You did offer.”
I give Jett the evil eye but paste on my polite smile for his friends.
“Yes, I did. Why not?”
Reese sidles up to Jett and starts talking rowing shit, and suddenly I’m left out of the conversation.
Those two have way more in common than me and Jett, and I don’t know why, but it rankles.
And when the two of them start walking side by side, my mood takes another nosedive.
I follow along with Archie and Hudson, but for once I’m not able to make conversation.
The longer we walk, the closer Reese gets to Jett. Not that Jett seems to notice, but still, I don’t want this dude thinking he has a shot with my Sugar. Not after I made it clear that Jett was with me.
But Jett’s not really your boyfriend. Is that fair to him?
No, but I don’t care about fair. He’s with me.
By the time we reach the frat house, I’m practically frothing at the mouth. Archie and Hudson have walked past me and are now leading our pack.
Jett glances over his shoulder, and when he sees my expression, he winks.
What the fuck? He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“I’m going to get you back,” I mouth.
Jett starts to laugh and turns back to his conversation.
My frat brother Marshall is sitting on the front porch as we arrive, and I introduce him to Reese.
“You guys go on in, make yourself at home,” I offer. “I need to speak to Jett alone.”
Marshall, Reese, Hudson, and Archie head inside, and I yank on Jett’s beltloop, pulling him close until our chests bump.
“What did Reese want?” I demand.
“You mean, besides a date?”
“What. Did. He. Want?” I growl.
“We were talking shop. That’s all.”
“Right. He was practically crawling up your ass. And you weren’t exactly discouraging him.”
“What am I supposed to do? Be a jerk?”
“Remind him you’re taken.”
Jett pushes my hand away and backs up.
“Why don’t we show him instead?” Jett taunts me and starts down the steps.
“Wait, where do you think you’re going?”
“Will you catch me if I try to leave?”
I smirk.
“Are you daring me, Sugar?”
Jett looks over his shoulder and offers me a wicked grin.
When he takes off down the stairs, around the side of the house, I run after him without pause.
He rounds the back, and when I reach him, I grab hold of his waist, and manhandle him until he’s facing the wall, my hands bracketing his head. My cock is already getting hard, and I thrust my hips, grinding into his ass. Jett pushes back, moaning my name.
Fuck, he’s sexy. We’re sexy together. Hotter than anything else.
I slide one hand around and sneak it under his jeans, under my briefs. Mine. Fuck, I want him to wear my clothes all the time.
“Yes,” Jett moans. “Do it.”
Anyone could walk out of the house and find us like this—my frat bros, my neighbors—which makes my dick harder.
“You’re a dirty fucking boy, Jett.”
His husky chuckle has me reaching to cup his dick, feeling it pulse hot and hard in my hand. He’s leaking precum and making an even bigger mess of my underwear.
“But you’re not the only one,” I whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver. “I’m gonna save these briefs and jerk off on them later, make them even filthier. Mmm, you and me, so good together.”
“Fuck, Ethan.”
“Once we can get rid your friends, yes.”
“Wait.”
What? I pull my hand out of his pants, wondering if I did or said something wrong.
Until Jett turns around, hooks one leg over my hip, and kisses the everloving fuck out of me.
He sucks on my tongue, and I grab his ass, pulling him in tight and rocking my hips against his.
I angle my head for a deeper connection because I can’t get enough of his taste.
I don’t know how long we make out, but I swear I could come from kissing him.
When I take a moment to catch my breath, I cup his face with my hand, and using my thumb, smear precum over his lips.
Jett’s tongue flicks out, and when he sucks my finger into his mouth, it’s like a live wire connects my hand and my dick.
My cock is painfully hard, and I can’t help the desperate groan that rumbles out of my chest. Every experience with Jett is more than sexy, it’s erotic, making my pulse pound with a need that’s fiercer than anything I’ve ever known.
“You’re so fucking incredible.”
Jett shakes his head and gives my finger one last lick before he pulls away.
“What are you—” I start, but pause when I realize Jett’s dropping to his knees.
He quickly unzips my jeans and delves his callused hand inside to grip my cock.
“I need to taste you,” he moans. “Can’t wait.”
“Fucking hell, Sugar.”
Wrapping one hand around the base of my cock, Jett leans forward, his hot breath kissing the tip of my throbbing dick. My body is rigid with anticipation. Shit, I’ve been outplayed.
“Oh fuck, oh God.”
Jett looks up at me with those incredible eyes, and I’m a goner.
And when he sucks the head of my dick in his hot, wet mouth, it’s so good, I can’t even form words.
He swallows me down, inch by inch, until my cock is buried deep in his throat.
Sugar has no gag reflex, and Jesus, no one’s ever taken me all the way before.
I realize I’ve lost complete control of this situation.
“Don’t stop. Please, please.”
I don’t recognize my needy voice, but I’m too turned on to care.
Jett’s free hand roams over my skin, sliding over my hip and around to grip my ass cheek. When his fingers brush my crease, I pump my hips, rocking back and forth, mesmerized by the sight of my cock sliding in and out of his wicked mouth.
He bobs his head and then swallows me deep, and shit, he’s hungry for it. Then I wonder how he got so damn good at this, and I can’t think at all. Spit and precum slip out of the corners of Jett’s mouth and down his face. I’ve never seen anything hotter.
“Pull off if you don’t want my load,” I warn him.
Jett hums and the vibration on my cock is freaking amazing. He doesn’t let up, sucking harder.
“You gonna take it all?”
He pulls off my cock and licks his lips provocatively.
“Every fucking drop.”
The hoarseness of his voice sends shivers running down my body.
“Show me your cock,” I groan. “Fuck your fist while you suck me off.”
Jett quickly does as he’s told, revealing that gorgeous dick, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of him masturbating.
We’re out here in the back yard of my house, where at any moment, someone could find us.
My legs tremble, and thank God I have one hand braced on the wall to support me.
I let my other hand drift to his head, sinking my fingers into his soft, golden hair and urging him close again.
When he swirls his tongue around the head of my dick, I can’t suppress the whimpering moan that tumbles out of my chest. His hand and mouth move in skillful tandem, and the pleasure’s so intense that I’m babbling incoherently.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry out. “Fuck, baby, I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”
I start fucking his face, the filthy moans he’s making muffled by my dick in his throat. God, he is the sexiest thing ever and my control snaps.
“Fuck, yes,” I chant as my climax hits me full force. “I’m coming! Fuck!”
My balls draw up painfully tight as I unleash down Jett’s throat, shouting his name as the orgasm annihilates me. He’s swallowing my dick so good I can barely breathe.
Can Jett?
Concerned, I pull out of his mouth and watch my cum drip down his face. Jett’s panting hard as he moves his hand frantically over his dick.
“It’s all for me,” I urge. “Come for me.”
He jerks hard and shoots cum all over the ground. I don’t know if anyone sees or hears us, but I don’t care. What a freaking rush.
When I start to come down from my high, I offer Jett my hand to help him stand up.
“I hope you didn’t hurt your knees. Or that I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m fine, thanks to the grass. And because we both came in record time,” he quips. “And no, you didn’t hurt me. I loved every second of it.”
I haul him into my arms and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. He goes rigid for a moment and then melts into me.
“Didn’t think you’d want to do that.”
“What?”
“Kiss me after, you know.”
“I want to kiss you all the time. And now we’re going to do just that. We’re going up to my room and no one’s disturbing us. Your friends can hang out with Marshall if they want, but you and I need a bed and forty-eight hours of naked time so we can fuck until we can’t move.”
“What if I can’t—” He looks down. “I mean, I want to, but—”
“I mean ‘fuck’ in a general sense. I don’t need anal. I want to, hell yes, I want to do that with you, but only if we’re both into it,” I explain. “Promise me, Jett, that you’ll tell me if there’s anything you don’t want to do. Don’t hide. Not from me.”
He meets my gaze with a shy smile that ruins me.
“I won’t.”