Chapter 35
AVERY
I was absolutely exhausted. If I’d tried to skate, I probably would’ve faceplanted and just gone to sleep right there on the ice.
Oh, but I found myself a second wind in Peyton’s arms. As I dragged him down on top of me in bed after we’d left a trail of clothing from the kitchen, I was wide awake and rock-fucking-hard.
Oh my God, I loved the way this man’s body felt against mine.
On top of mine. Wrapped around mine. I loved running my hands all over his hot skin and powerful, sculpted muscles.
He was just… so damn hot. And fuck, the way he kissed me when he was this turned on was mind-blowing.
It was all consuming. I didn’t know what it was he did differently, only that when his mouth was on mine, nothing else in the world existed.
Just him exploring my mouth and stealing my breath and making himself the focal point of my entire universe.
Then he broke the kiss, and his lips were on my neck, and my whole spine turned to electricity. I arched under him, dragging my fingernails across his shoulders.
“So much more fun than practicing,” he mumbled beneath my jaw.
Practicing? Practicing what?
Oh. Right. Hockey. The practice we’d blown off.
“Yeah, it is,” I slurred. “Baby, that is so…” I trailed off into a moan as he bit my collarbone. “Fuuuck.”
He laughed and continued kissing up and down the sides of my throat, along my jaw, and even my earlobes.
Every time he moved, my dick rubbed against him and his rubbed against mine, and…
Goddammit, I was so turned on I couldn’t think.
I didn’t even know what I wanted us to do—fuck, sixty-nine, jack each other off—and I didn’t care.
As long as Peyton was driving me wild like this, I was in heaven.
He came up to kiss me, and after he’d finished making my head spin all over again, he growled, “I fucking love your mouth.”
“Yeah?” I panted. “You love other things I do with it, don’t you?”
Desire sparked in his eyes. “You know I do.”
I grinned. “Well, then. Sit up.” I reached back and knocked my knuckle against the headboard.
He gave me another kiss—another deep, hard incredible kiss—and then got up and did as I’d asked.
As soon as he was situated, I shifted around to go down on that amazing dick.
“Ooh, fuck,” he breathed as I took him between my lips. “God, yeah…”
I moaned around him. I got off on giving head as much as he did, and he was so, so responsive.
I loved the way he combed his fingers through my hair while I sucked his dick.
There was just something so needy about his touch.
About the way his fingers twitched now and then.
About how he’d grab on just enough to tug at my scalp, but he wouldn’t pull too hard or force my head down.
I teased him all over, from the head of his cock down to his balls and taint, reveling in the blissed-out sounds he made and how his whole body trembled when I touched him just right.
He strained my jaw a little, and I couldn’t deep-throat him quite as much as he could me, but I didn’t hear anything close to complaints from him, so I wasn’t worried.
Like me, he loved when most of the attention was on the head anyway, and I could do that all day long.
And I probably would have, except he half-begged, half-ordered, “Get up here.”
As soon as I sat up, Peyton pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling his powerful thighs, and he claimed my mouth again as he started stroking me between our bodies.
I had to fumble a little—that kiss was as distracting as his hand—but I got my fingers around him, too, and my first stroke was rewarded with a low, rumbling groan.
He broke the kiss with a gasp, tilting his head back against the headboard. “Fuck…”
I took advantage and started on his neck, and holy shit, the thrum of his voice against my lips had no business being that sexy.
“God, Avery,” he slurred. “You are so…” He moaned again, and his grip tightened around my dick, driving a hiss from my lips. “Get the lube,” he ordered. “I want to make you come like this.”
He almost made me come exactly like that. I shivered hard, biting my lip as I tried not to lose control and shoot my load all over him.
Peyton’s laugh was low and wicked. “Mmm, somebody’s turned on by that idea.” He stroked me a little harder. “You close?”
I gasped, thrusting into his hand. “I’ve been close since we were in the kitchen.”
“Exactly how I like you,” he purred. Then he loosened his grasp. “Get the lube.”
I got the lube. We both put some on, and a moment later, oh hell, now I was close to losing my mind. His slick strokes. His incredible kiss. I had to fight hard not to come, and I did fight it because I wasn’t ready for this to be over.
We kissed hungrily as we pumped each other furiously.
I couldn’t help thrusting into his tight fist, fucking relentlessly against him as I chased my orgasm and worked like hell to get him there too.
His cock was rock-hard in my hand, pre-cum joining the lube, and when I added a twist at the head, his throaty little moan was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
Peyton broke the kiss first, and he was deliciously breathless. “Come, baby. Oh, God. Come. Please.”
I thrust harder into his hand. “You getting there?”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned his head back against the headboard again, his kiss-swollen lips parted and his eyes on fire. “I am so…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, baby…”
Then he cried out as he thrust up into my grip, and hot cum erupted over my hand and onto my stomach, and in seconds, my entire world exploded into bliss. We kept pumping each other until we both shuddered and relaxed.
As the dust settled, I trembled on top of him. He had an arm slung around me—when he’d done that, I couldn’t say, but I loved the way it felt.
“Oh my God,” he murmured. “This… This is definitely more fun than practicing.”
I laughed, sounding about as drunk as I felt. “Think Coach will let us chalk it up as an off-ice workout?”
Peyton snorted. “Let’s ask. See what he says.”
“Yeah, let’s not and say we did.”
He chuckled and drew me down into a kiss. This was the lazy, gentle kiss I’d intended when we’d been leaning against the kitchen island. The hotter, sexier kiss downstairs had worked out pretty damn well, though.
After a moment, we reluctantly separated to get some tissues and clean up the cum and lube.
Peyton wrapped his arms around me, and we sank onto the mattress, all gentle kissing and soft touches now.
“Think the guys will be mad?” he murmured, grinning against my lips. “That we bailed on them?”
“Eh, I’ll buy them dinner next time we’re on the road.” I slid my hands up his back. “Pretty sure they’ll get over it.”
He chuckled. “Should probably check our phones. Make sure they got the messages.”
“Mmhmm. Probably.” I pulled him in close, and we were off and kissing again.
He was right, though, and after a minute or two, I pried myself away from him and got up. I threw on a pair of gym shorts and went downstairs to grab his pants and our phones.
On my way up the stairs, I looked at my phone, and I let out a bark of laughter. As I walked into the bedroom, Peyton craned his neck. “What?”
I had to be bright red as I crossed the room. “Uh, well?” I handed him his phone as I sheepishly said, “They got the message about practice, buuut I think we’re busted.”
“Oh, fuck. Really?” He took the phone and looked at the screen, which showed the same incredibly busy group chat that was on mine.
Avery
Hey guys, change of plans. Practice tomorrow?
Baddy
Is Halls bailing too?
Eminem
I’m still skating even if Calds isn’t there.
Mix
Halls, are you coming or not?
Laramie
LOL I bet he’s coming. (devil emoji)
Trews
Wait what does that mean?
Baddy
It means Laramie’s full of shit (eyeroll emoji)
Laramie
I am not.
Laramie
Halls, you there?
Eminem
Calds? What about you?
Baddy
FFS Calds was with Early’s wife last night. Probably asleep you losers.
Mix
Yeah I’d be asleep too
Astala
yeah but where TF is Halls?
Baddy
IDK he wasn’t on earlier
Eminem
Laramie do you know something we don’t?
Laramie
Just that I fucking told you they were banging.
Mix
WTF? You don’t know they’re banging.
Baddy
yeah dude you’re full of shit
Laramie
Am I? When was the last time you saw Calds WITHOUT Halls?
Eminem
wait really?
Baddy
huh. I mean… nah, that doesn’t mean they’re screwing though.
Trews
Just cuz they’re the only gay dudes on the team doesn’t mean they’re doing each other
Astala
IDK man, Laramie’s kinda got a point
Halves
Still haven’t seen anything from either of them.
Eminem
Whoa.
Laramie
Right? Calds bails, and now he AND Halls aren’t answering texts? They’re banging.
Baddy
100% banging.
Mix
You think?
Laramie
Absolutely banging.
Eminem
Yeah, I’m convinced.
Halves
ok a lot of things make a lot of sense now
Trews
Damn I’m glad I didn’t take you up on that bet, Laramie
Laramie
Chickenshit.
Trews
(middle finger emoji)
Peyton lowered his phone, laughing and shaking his head. “Oh my God. And it just keeps going, doesn’t it?”
“Yep. It does.” I put my phone on the nightstand. “So much for keeping it on the DL.”
“I know, right?” He paused, then gave me a wicked grin. “Since they’ve already figured it out, I’ve got an idea.”
I straightened. “Oh, yeah?”
A few minutes later, he sent a photo to the group chat. It was a selfie of me and Peyton, very obviously in bed together and both flipping off the camera. He captioned it, Stop fantasizing about us you weirdos.
I was shaking with laughter as he sent the message. “I only wish we could see the looks on their faces when they get it.”
“I know, right?” he snickered.
In seconds, both our phones started blowing up again.
Laramie
SEE I FUCKING TOLD YOU
Eminem
That doesn’t mean shit. Baddy and Mix do that all the time.
Mix
Hey! Fuck you!
Baddy
Yeah WTF. I’d have way better taste in dudes.
Mix
Baddy I swear to God (knife emoji)
Eminem