Chapter Six
Vee
Istopped his wandering hands, grabbing his wrists, and pushed them and my shirt back down. My cock had perked up at the brush of his fingers over my stomach.
Fuck my stupid morals!
“No way. You’re drunk, frat boy.” I mumbled the words but didn’t release his hands.
“Stop calling me that. I was only in a frat because all the boys on my team were, too. Our goalie got me in.”
“You’re a hockey player?”
Get out of here, Vee!
Hockey players were my weakness. I had to get the heck away from him.
My heart skipped a beat when he touched my waist.
“I’m a player for the Veitsreuth Pumas. Are you into hockey?” He looked up at me with a sly grin, batting his long, pretty lashes.
“No,” I lied, but my shaking voice gave it away.
“You worked in Canada, right? Of course you love it. You should come watch me play sometime.”
Shit, the way he said ‘play’ had me even more aroused. I didn’t want to watch him unless he had something else in mind. I imagined him lying on my bed, thighs spread, one hand behind his head, the other jacking his hard dick.
That’s the kind of play I’d be interested in watching, frat boy.
“I don’t like crowds,” I gasped when he buried his nose in my pecs.
I’d bend the rules for you. If you asked, I’d be on my knees for you.
“Shame.” He got even closer, standing on tiptoes.
Oh shit.
“You’re gonna have to help me out here, man. I have no idea of the logistics.”
“Logistics?” My brain was only functioning enough to control the essentials, like breathing, keeping my heart pumping, and moving lymph through my body. Everything else was temporarily out of order.
Warm and beer-spiced breath fanned over my face as he chuckled quietly.
“I don’t wanna mess up when I kiss you.”
My beak. Of course.
“Just do it.” Already. Please.
Nate tilted his head. He gently dug his fingers into my back, and a lazy smile appeared on his plump lips.
When did I let go of his hands?
Then his lips were right there, slanting over my mouth. Nate’s groan at the slide of my tongue over his sent even more lymphatic fluid down into my dick.
I hugged him tighter and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. I was desperate for him.
He moaned again, grinding his hard cock against mine. I buried the sound deep inside me.
It’s mine. I’m the one doing this to him.
It was my taste, my tongue, my body that made him utter these delicious sounds. I felt like I could live off them alone, never tiring of hearing them.
Like a safe food, my brain supplied, clearly still glitching during the reboot. I felt something tug on my heart; it was as if Nate had sunk an invisible hook into it. I didn’t understand what it was, but I gave in.