Chapter 16 #3
“Yeah.” Lucas faced me. “Archer Carlson is a first-line D-man for the Cardinals. He played with my brother in college and his father coaches the D-line for them. And what’s really cool? They’re both bisexual.”
I lifted my brows. “Is all of hockey like that? Family ties to the sport?” What an advantage it could be. I glanced at Evan. Did he have ties like this?
“A lot of it is.” Lucas smirked at Evan. “Evan’s dad is a manager for the Rochester Copperheads.”
“That he is.” Evan chuckled. “I grew up watching hockey with my dad and started skating when I was four.”
If my parents were photographers, or even slightly interested, how would my life have differed? Furrowing my brows, I stared at my beer, wedged between my thighs.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lucas tipped closer.
“Nothing. I was just thinking how great you both had it as kids.” Fuck, I was bringing the conversation down. Should I tell him about my mom?
“Hey, you’ve done great things despite the bullshit you went through. You should be proud of yourself.” Lucas hugged me to his side.
“Actually, my sister called and told me she’s got my mom to attend a PFLAG meeting with her.” I snapped my gaze to Lucas’s. “But I don’t know if it’ll make a difference. She didn’t sound very open to it.”
“Let the people there do their work, Ezra.” Lucas kissed my cheek. “Have some faith. I know many people have let you down, but good things are on the horizon.”
“Yeah, you’ve got Lucas as a boyfriend and me as a friend. Doesn’t get much better than that.” With a chortle, Evan drank more beer.
After our beers, we made our way to the bedroom. I followed Lucas in and locked the door behind me. “I have news.” My dick perked up. Would he be ready for this?
“What’s that?” He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders, his muscled chest and hard nipples taunting me.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip. “My test results came back. I’m negative for everything.” I stepped to him and brushed my hand over his chest, rolling a nipple between my fingers.
“Fuck…” he rasped. “You just gave me an instant boner.”
My gaze fell. His hard cock stretched toward his hip bone under his slacks. “I see that.” I cupped his balls and rubbed my palm over his dick. “Do you want to try the fantasy you had? I have some lace to wear.” My gaze cut to his as my dick pulsed, dribbling precum into my briefs.
“Oh, hell yes. What a way to top off a win.” Resting his palm on my cheek, he pressed a searing kiss on my mouth, biting at my lower lip and thrusting his tongue inside. With a soft moan, he grabbed my hips and hauled our solid dicks together.
Tension knotted in my gut as a shiver worked up my spine. He wanted it, and I had to make this perfect for him. “Let me get changed.”
“How do you want me? On my hands and knees or missionary?” He threw his slacks to the floor, stepped out of them, and crawled onto the bed.
I tapped my index finger on my lips and hummed.
How to start this? “Just lie on your back and let’s do what feels right.
” Stepping to the dresser, I changed into a pair of lace underwear, tucking my cock into the side by my hip.
As I turned around, my gaze caught on him, one arm cradling his head while he stroked his thick cock. “You’re so fucking hot, Lucas.”
“Am I?” He tilted his head, his gaze following me as I climbed onto the bed. “Tell me more.” He lifted his knees.
I knelt between his thighs and brushed my fingers over his chest, admiring the grooves and hardness of his body. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.” My gaze darted to his. Was it too much?
“Yeah?” He swiped his tongue across his lower lip. “You’re beautiful and fuck…” His breath hitched as he rubbed his fingers along the outline of my dick through the lace. “I’m falling for you, Ezra.” His brows drew together. “Like, really falling.”
I blinked. We were on the same page, feelings wise. “I’m falling for you too.” Hovering over him on a straight arm, I lowered my mouth to his, our lips crushing and tongues slipping together. Wrapping a hand around his dick, I stroked him slowly, spreading precum over the crown with my thumb.
His brows tensed, and he whimpered against my lips. Grabbing my nape, he held me in place, slanting his mouth over mine, the kisses growing needy. With his other hand, he found my nipple and teased it into a hard nub.
With a gasp, pleasure shot from my chest to my aching cock. I pulled off him and rummaged in the nightstand drawer for the lube. “Are you ready for this?”
“I’m so fucking ready.” With darkened eyes and hooded lids, he watched me. “I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me instead of your fingers.” He squirmed and his dick bobbed off his stomach. “Fuck, I never thought I’d be saying shit like this.” He freed a soft snort.
“But you’re okay with it, right?” Was he having second thoughts? I squirted lube on my fingers and lowered over him, pressing our hot cocks together, the heat from his body shuddering through me.
“I’m absolutely sure about this.” He planted a hard kiss on my mouth. “Now, make me see stars, Ezra.”
“I think we’ll both be seeing stars.” With a light chuckle, I shifted to the side and snuck my slick fingers into his crease. I couldn’t remember the last time I topped. Because it was Lucas, it would be extra special.
He hissed and arched his back. “Put it in. I’m so fucking turned on right now.” Slapping his hand on my ass, he snapped the band of the underwear.
The sting shot to my balls, and my dick twitched. Damn, that was interesting. “You can do that more.” After circling his hole, I gave him a bruising kiss and slipped a finger inside him.
“Oh, fuck.” He arched his back and thrust his hips.
Rubbing his prostate, I rutted against him, chasing pressure and friction on my leaking cock. With soft bites on his chin, I licked and kissed my way to his earlobe and then sucked it into my mouth.
He moaned and gasped below me, rubbing his dick against mine. “More, fuck, I’m ready.” He peeked down and snapped the underwear again.
I groaned as pleasure-pain jolted through me. Holy hell, I could get off on this. Pushing a second finger inside him, I pumped. I should try a third finger first. I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Ezra, I’m getting close.” He trembled below me. “I want it like this. I want to see your face.”
“Okay.” I glided a third finger inside him, opening him up. “Is this okay?” I brushed my lips across the shell of his ear.
With a shudder, he said, “Yes, fuck yes. I want your cock.” He lifted his knees to his armpits. “Please.”
As need hummed through my body, I lifted off him, shifted the underwear lower on my hips, freeing my leaking dick and slathered lube over it. As my gaze met his, my heart glowed with emotion. God, I loved him. No doubts about it.
His chest heaved with deep breaths, his swollen lips parted and damp hair falling around his darkened eyes. “Ezra, I’m ready for this.”
With a sharp nod, I nudged my dick to his hole and fell over him. “It’s going to burn.” I pushed the head in. “Tell me to stop if you need to and bear down.”
He grimaced and fisted his firm dick, stroking it. “Go deeper.”
“Okay.” I pushed deeper inside him, his heat enveloping me in pressure and friction. “God, you feel good.” I gasped as pleasure flared and tingled in my balls.
“Yeah?” With a wicked grin, he snapped the band of the lace.
“Oh, fuck.” My body tensed with a surge of pleasure, and my dick jerked inside him. I shut my eyes for a beat. “Careful. I don’t want to come too soon.”
“No, can’t have that.” A low chuckle rumbled from his throat.
“Are you okay?” As my balls rested against his ass, I released a long breath. I had to center myself or I’d surely come any second.
“I’m great. Fuck me, Ezra.” While pumping his dick with one hand, he grabbed the back of my head with the other and dragged me down, his lips connecting with mine.
As I kissed him, I thrust my hips, his tight heat throwing me to the brink. With a long moan, I quickened my pace.
Breaking our kisses, he said, “Fuck, feels good. So fucking good.” He panted against my cheek, his breath whispering across my ear.
Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I fought to maintain control. With each snap of my hips, pleasure exploded inside me, sparking across my nerves. My balls grew tight.
He skimmed his hands across the lace on my ass and then snapped it once more.
“Fuck, coming.” I gritted out, my climax peaking. I fell over the edge as waves of sensation flooded my senses, my cock erupting with quick bursts, unloading my cum inside him. I whimpered and moaned with each thrust.
“Oh god, Ezra, this is intense.” He squeezed his eyes shut, dropped his mouth open and tensed his brows. “Coming, oh fuck, so fucking hard.” He pumped his dick between us and hot cum sprayed his chest, his hole clenching around me as if milking me dry.
As it slowed, I fell over him, struggling to catch my breath, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, my face buried in his neck.
“I’ve felt nothing like that before. Holy shit, Ezra. You made me see stars for sure.” He freed a soft laugh. “How are we going to top that?”
I brushed my fingers along his shoulder. “Do we have to?” I turned my head, resting my cheek on his chest. “I mean, we could try different positions—”
“I want to try everything with you. Maybe we can make a list and start knocking positions off it and rate them.” He giggled and squeezed me.
“Have you lost your mind?” With my lips curling into a grin, I lifted off him and focused on him. “Is there a method here?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Everything’s new and I’m discovering so much about myself I didn’t know.” His gaze softened. “It’s all because of you. If I hadn’t met you that day, I’d still be having boring as fuck hookups with puck bunnies.”
“Well, we can’t be having that.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “We can make a list, but I prefer to be spontaneous.” Maybe it was the creative side of me.
“Sure. But I’m going to see if I can find positions on the internet to try.” He gave me a warm smile.
Saturday evening, Lucas was out of town for another game, and I was working in my studio, editing family portraits.
I hadn’t heard from Tate at all, and Stella still hadn’t seen him, so I was pretty sure he’d finally given up.
I never called the police on him. At this point, it wasn’t necessary.
I was eager for my life to return to normal, so I had returned to live at my apartment.
My phone buzzed on my desk, next to my mouse. With a start, I glanced at it. Maddy scrolled across the screen. Shit, she was supposed to have taken Mom to the PFLAG meeting tonight. Would she have good news or bad? My gut stiffened.
I tapped the green button and set the phone on speaker. “Hey, Maddy. How’s it going?”
“Good. I just dropped Mom off, and I wanted to check in.” The hum of her car’s motor filled the background.
“Things have settled down here.” I sat back in my chair and raked my fingers through my long bangs. “Tate hasn’t been around. The last I heard from him was a letter telling me in his asshole way that I’m dating a loser, and he doesn’t want me back.” I choked on a laugh. As if.
“Jesus, why am I not surprised? At least he’s leaving you alone now,” she said. “How are things with Lucas? Are you two in love yet?” She giggled.
“I…I do love him, Maddy. I think he might feel the same, but we haven’t said it to each other yet.” Warmth enveloped my entire body. The time would come soon enough. “He admitted he’s falling for me, though.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” She snapped her tongue. “I remember those early days with Wyatt. They were so full of emotion and tenderness.”
With a nod, I said, “Yes. This is something I’ve never had.” I never felt this way with Tate. I rubbed my finger along the vinyl armrest of my desk chair. Would she mention the PFLAG meeting? “Maddy, how did Mom fare at the meeting?”
“Well, she stayed through the whole thing.” Maddy sighed. “She didn’t share much except for her first name and the fact she has a gay son. But she listened.”
“Okay, did you talk after?” I pinched my lips. What if she never went back?
“Not really. She was pretty quiet. I think she’s processing everything, you know?”
“Yeah, she did that when devising a good punishment for us, too.” I let out a ragged scoff. Sometimes Mom’s silence was worse than the reprimand she doled out. Softly, I asked, “Is she going back?”
“Yes, Ezra. She said she’d go again next week. Give her time, okay?”
“I will.” I glanced at a photo on my monitor. A family sat on fluffy blankets with a fall scene behind them, their son, a toddler, giving the camera a wide smile. If the little boy turned out to be gay, would his parents accept him or reject him like mine did?
“Ezra, she wasn’t against it. There’s hope.”
My vision blurred as a lump formed in my throat. “Yeah, thank you for this, Maddy. Keep me posted.” I swiped the wetness from my eyes. “Uh, I’m working while Lucas is out of town, so I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“Sure. Love you.”
“Love you too, bye.” Ending the call, I drew a deep inhale. No matter if Mom never accepted me, I’d still be happy. I had Lucas and all his friends around me. They were my family now.