Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TYLER
I scampered after Rowan down the hotel hallway, laughing. This was indeed going to be my best year, and I couldn’t wait to share it with him.
Rowan stopped at our door, holding the keycard to the lock. As it clicked, he flung the door open. “God, it feels like forever since we’ve fucked.”
“Shh.” I shut the door. “The whole hotel just heard that.” I strode to him, unzipping my jacket and peeling it off.
“So? What do I care? It’s true.” He came at me, grabbed both my cheeks, and devoured my mouth in heated kisses, groaning and grinding his half-hard cock against mine through our jeans. “Who’s fucking who tonight?” With a sly grin, he released me and stepped backward to the bed.
My gaze flicked around the beige room with navy-blue accents and the city lights outside the windows beyond the bed. It was way better than most of the hotel rooms we’d stayed in on the road. He’d done well and had planned this all for me.
“Hey, Tyler, I asked you a question.” He dropped his jeans and briefs and stepped out of them, then unbuttoned his shirt and left it open. As he palmed his swollen cock, he flicked his tongue at the corner of his mouth .
“How about you fuck me?” My mouth watered as I watched him place lazy tugs on his firm dick. “But I’m going to suck you first.” I fell to my knees in front of him, fisted the base, and fluttered my tongue over the head.
“Oh, fucking hell.” He gasped and tipped his head back, his fingers threading into my hair and pulling on it.
With my balls aching, I sucked him to the back of my throat and swallowed over the head. I wanted to drive him crazy with lust for me. Fondling his balls, I twisted my hand on his shaft.
He rocked his hips, fucking my mouth, and moaned. “You’re so good at this, baby.”
The salty taste of his precum flooded my mouth as his dick pulsed inside it. My solid cock pushed against the inside of my zipper. This was uncomfortable and wholly unnecessary, so I took my mouth off it. “Get on the bed.”
As he climbed onto his back, he lay with his knees up and spread. “You could finger me a little while you suck?” The edge of his lips twitched.
“Sure.” I fumbled with my zipper, unfastening my jeans, and then dropped them down and off with my underwear, my fingers trembling. Holy hell, I was so worked up already. I shucked my sweater over my head, threw it to the floor, and crept between his legs, focused on his cock, which stretched to his navel, a thread of precum falling to his stomach. “Jesus, Rowan, you are something.”
“Yeah?” He wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and held it out to me. “Go ahead, make me feel good like only you can.”
As saliva flooded my mouth, I sucked him in while he stroked the root of his cock. I pumped his shaft and flicked my tongue at the crown. With one hand, I wrapped my fingers around my own dick and tugged. Pleasure shivered over my skin.
“Oh fuck.” He writhed on the bed, panting, the skin on his thighs pebbling with goosebumps. Reaching to the nightstand, he grabbed the lube and tossed it at me. “On second thought, how about you fuck me?” He gave me a wicked grin.
“Anything you want.” The great thing about being vers? We could switch it up in the morning before breakfast. I left him to slather lube on my fingers and cock, and then dove back down over him, sliding him to the back of my throat while fingering his hole. It clenched as his dick twitched in my mouth, and desire ignited inside me.
“Do it, Tyler. Fuck me hard and fast.” He drew his knees to his armpits.
Pushing a finger inside, I licked his shaft and flicked my tongue at his slit. As I took him to the back of my throat, I curled my finger and rubbed over his internal bundle of nerves.
He gasped and his stomach clenched. “Yeah, right there, baby.” He wiggled his hips as if seeking more of my finger.
Sneaking a second digit inside him, I fucked him with my fingers while he fucked my mouth. My own cock leaked precum onto my thigh and throbbed. I had to slow down, or I’d have a hell of a time getting inside him. I pulled my mouth off his swollen cock and hovered over him on my elbow, my fingers pushing inside and gliding over his prostate. My gaze found his, his deep-blue eyes hooded and his lips red and kiss-swollen. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“So are you.” His brows tensed and his cock pulsed off his stomach, precum beading at the tip. “Do it, do it now.” He bit the side of his lower lip.
“Yeah?” I peeked down the length of his body, my fingers still pumping inside him, noting the flexing of his rippled abs and his delicious cock engorged, all for me. Sliding my fingers out of him, I aligned my leaking cock with his hole and pressed inside.
“Oh shit.” He panted, his eyes rolling shut. “So fucking good.”
The tight heat of his hole enveloped me and cradled me in pleasure. As my balls rested on his ass, I halted, buried in him, and brushed my knuckles over his cheek. “Love you, babe.”
“Love you more.” He gave me a lopsided smile.
My chest teemed with emotion. “That’s not possible.” I bit his lower lip and released it. “But I’ll let it be for now.” As I pulled out and pushed in, I consumed him in hungry kisses, my tongue wrestling with his. Sensation rocketed through me and tightened my balls. No one had ever felt this good before.
Slanting his mouth over mine, he grabbed my nape and deepened our kisses, his tongue fighting for dominance, and then he wrapped his ankles around my hips.
I quickened my pace, my body slapping against his, my mouth crushing his lips in bruising kisses. As pleasure knotted in my gut, the edge of climax rose and fell, and I fought to keep it in check.
His body trembled below mine, and he writhed. Breaking our kisses, he said, “Gonna come. Don’t stop. Faster.”
Leaning on one elbow, I snuck a hand between us and milked his cock while thrusting harder into him. With his head thumping on the headboard, his dick swelled in my hand and hot cum burst between us, painting our chests.
He cried out, throwing his head back, and then gasped and moaned through the rest of his release.
My orgasm hit with an explosion of sensation, sparks lighting up behind my eyes, my toes curling, and my face tensing. As I groaned, I fought to control my rhythm, my hips faltering until I was spent. “Holy fuck, Rowan.” I fell on top of him, my cheek resting on his shoulder and his cum sticking between us.
He freed a soft giggle. “If the whole hotel didn’t hear me earlier, I’m sure they heard that.” Letting his legs fall to the bed, he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “Fuckin’ A, that was a good start to the new year.” He planted a hard kiss on my damp hair.
“The best. We should promise to start the new year like this every year.” I lifted my head and gazed deeply into his eyes. We were going to spend a shit ton of New Year’s Eve nights together.
“Agreed. It’s a promise.” He gave me a soft smile. “This is our year, Tyler.”
“It is.” I pressed a lingering kiss on his mouth.
When we got home a few days later, Rowan met with the Blackhawks scout, and we played our best game yet that night.
Then, a month later, we were so unstoppable that the whole league had taken notice, calling us the dynamic duo of college hockey. Our team didn’t make it past the second round of the championships, but Rowan and I had shone.
Now, the season was over, and as I studied with Rowan at the dinette in the squad house, my phone chimed with a text message. I picked it up and read the message.
Dean Wilson
I’ve got news for both you and Rowan. Do you happen to be together?
As my pulse sped up a notch, I typed back.
Tyler
Yes, we’re together.
“Who’s that?” Rowan shut his laptop, peering at me.
Myles, sitting on the couch, reading, turned around. “What’s going on?”
“Dean. He says he’s got news for Rowan and me.” As my phone buzzed in my hand, I answered the call and put it on speaker. “Hey, Dean. What’s up? I’ve got you on speaker here with Rowan. My friend Myles is in the room too.”
“Okay, well, good news.” He freed a soft chuckle.
“Yeah?” I grabbed Rowan’s hand as it rested on the table. This was it .
“The Blackhawks want to sign you, Tyler, and they’re inviting Rowan to development camp this summer. They want to see if you two can pull off what you’ve been doing in Arizona for the Blackhawks.” He sucked in a breath. “If they like what they see, they’ll sign you both.”
“Are you shitting me?” As my jaw dropped, I covered my mouth with my free hand and squeezed Rowan’s. Our dream was about to come true.
Rowan stared at me. “Holy shit, we did it.”
“Not yet, uh…” Dean said.
I tsked. “Dean, you know damn well with my dad’s coaching over the summer, we’ll be even better by camp time. There’s no way in hell they won’t sign us both.” He knew my family by now. We played to win every time.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Dean huffed a laugh. “I should know better than to doubt a Hodge,” he said. “I do have one question.”
“What’s that?” I glanced at Myles standing by the couch, wide-eyed and watching us.
“You two are together, right? I mean, off the ice? You’re boyfriends?” Dean asked.
Shit, we’d never told him, but then no one had asked. We’d somehow skated by all the bullshit my friends had endured when their relationships had come to light. I pursed my lips. “We are. Do you think that will matter?”
“Not if you keep playing at the level you’re at. With your friends Mason and Jett being a known couple on the same offensive line and breaking records, I think you’ll be fine. Just don’t mention it until after they sign you.” He chuckled.
“No worries, we’ll keep it under wraps until then.” I leaned over and kissed Rowan’s cheek. “Right, babe?”
“Right.” He beamed at me.
“Good. Once I get the details, I’ll send them over, and we’ll go through them. Congratulations, boys,” Dean said.
“Thank you so much, Dean. We couldn’t have done this without you.” With a smile tugging at my lips, I said, “Bye now.” I ended the call and faced Rowan. “Babe, we did it. We’re going to Chicago!”
With a squeal, Myles rounded the couch and jogged to us. “Group hug!” He threw his arms around both of us, and we all embraced, jumping and laughing.
Ace threw the front door open and halted, staring at us. “What in the world…?”
“Rowan and Tyler are going to Chicago.” Myles kissed my cheek and then Rowan’s.
“Well, I’ll be. That’s a cause for celebration, boys. Where’s the beer?” Ace strode to us, slapping each of us on the back and greeting us, and then lumbered into the kitchen to grab the beers. “Come and get ’em.”