11. Bathroom Break
Chapter Eleven
Bathroom Break
DYLAN
Miles pushed me into the bathroom with a hand on my chest and his gaze locked on my lips.
I stumbled backward, nearly tripping on myself, my heart racing with an excitement that was usually reserved for winning a big game.
I’d wanted this since the second he stepped foot in Emmy’s house.
Hell, I’d been wanting it since the second he stepped foot in Burlington.
My soul had been craving this very moment even before we’d ever officially met.
My ass hit the bathroom counter as his arms wrapped around me and his mouth crashed against mine. I inhaled his scent, drinking him in, mixing it with the taste of beer and sex on his tongue. I reached for his ass, squeezed, pressing him against my needy body.
God damn, he already had me rock-hard. And it seemed he was too.
I rubbed myself against him, not being shy about how hard he made me. His hand climbed up to the nape of my neck. I felt completely feral at his touch. My neck was my most sensitive erogenous zone. His grip made my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
I groaned into the kiss as I ground myself into him, feeling his hard length against mine. I’d already held him in my hands, but that wasn’t nearly enough. I needed him in so many other ways. And tonight, I’d have him.
“Fuck, Miles,” I whispered against his lips. The fan in the bathroom was on which gave us a little bit of privacy. I glanced at the door. Locked.
Good.
I reached down between us and rubbed him over his shorts. He throbbed against me, his eyes blazing with a fire that threatened to scorch the entire house down. I licked his lip and went back to kissing him, rubbing his cock before I was unable to resist anymore. I reached inside for a feel.
Instantly I was rewarded and surprised. “No underwear,” I said happily, pulling his shorts lower, my mouth already drooling as his thick cock sprang free.
“I don’t like feeling confined.”
“Good, because your perfect dick should never be confined.”
“Want to taste it?” Miles asked, hand still on the back of my neck.
All I could do was nod. He stepped back and let his shorts drop down to his ankles.
I licked my lips. God damn, he was perfect.
He had a trimmed bush and a tasty-looking uncut cock.
My entire body and mind were solely focused on the perfect hunk of a man standing before me.
Sparks shot through me as I held his heavy cock in my hand, the tip already shining with pre-cum, some of it dripping down and hanging in a clear, delicious rope.
Fuck. I’d never hooked up with another shifter before. I wasn’t used to someone producing as much pre-cum as me.
I fucking loved it.
I didn’t waste any more time. I dropped down to my knees and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue so I could catch his leaking pleasure.
It was like drinking from the fountain of youth.
I was sure he just gave me an additional ten years’ worth of life just from this one singular taste.
I savored his sweet precum in my mouth before I rose up and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.
Immediately I was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure and a tighter grip around the back of my head.
Miles wasn’t the only one who wasn’t wearing any underwear. I reached down and pulled my stiff dick out the leg of my shorts. Miles moaned as I blew him while stroking myself. “You don’t understand how fucking sexy you are, Dyl. Watching you jerk off with my cock stuffed down your throat. Fuck.”
I pulled back and admired his shining length.
He dripped a puddle down onto the tiles between my legs, adding to the pre-cum that fell from my rock-hard dick.
It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, second only to looking up at a turned-on Miles as he lifted his shirt and rubbed his chest, shifting his hips forward and inviting me to suck on him some more.
“That’s it, swirl your tongue like that. Oh fuccck.”
I could tell he was getting close. I picked up my pace, grabbing his thighs and pulling him closer to me, gagging on his size but not stopping. He wasn’t the only one getting close.
“Where do you want me to come?” he asked.
I answered by not even pausing for air. I used one hand to cup his tight balls and the other to jerk myself off, my orgasm pushing closer and closer and closer.
Miles tilted his head back and groaned as he emptied himself into my mouth and down my throat.
I swallowed every last drop of his salty-sweet cum, blowing my own load onto the floor as ecstasy from the taste of him overwhelmed me.
I pulled off his cock and fell back on my ass, breathless and completely satiated.
I wiped my wet mouth with the back of my hand and smiled up at a blissed-out Miles.
For a brief moment I was fearful I’d see regret reflected back at me in those deep hazel-green eyes, but instead all I saw was admiration and affection.
“Wow,” I said. Miles held a hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me back up onto my feet. I felt like a damn newborn fawn. My knees trembled, my lungs expanding to capture as much air as possible. As if I were taking my first breath. Like hooking up with Miles had made me reborn.
I wasn’t a religious guy, but I couldn’t deny that being on my knees for Miles brought me very close to heaven.
Miles grinned. He passed a thumb across my lips and then brought it to his own. That action alone started getting me hard all over again. I would have stayed in this bathroom all damn night if I could.
He leaned in and kissed me again, our chubby dicks rubbing together, still dripping. “You’re trouble,” he said, his forehead resting against mine. He inhaled deeply, as if taking in my scent.
“So are you,” I replied, kissing him back. I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me. It felt like stepping into my home after being away for months and months on end. A comfort I didn’t know existed washed over me in that moment.
Please, fate, don’t have messed this one up. Please.
I heard some commotion outside the bathroom. “Let’s clean up,” I said in between soft kisses. “I think they’re about to start the fireworks.”
“Think they’ll be better than ours?”
“Absolutely not,” I said. “Absolutely the fuck not.”
A shoulder slammed into me and stapled me to the boards.
I let out a pained grunt and pushed back, ice kicking up in a thick cloud under my blades.
The puck escaped my possession and was taken over the red line and into our defensive zone.
Chris tried to intercept but was blocked right as the other team took their shot.
The puck flew across the ice like a tiny black comet.
Soren dropped to his knees and tried to block it with his pads. The puck slipped right through and slammed into the net. An airhorn went off.
Another point.
Fuck.
That one could definitely have been prevented, and it was all because I missed passing it to an open Eli.
I saw him primed and ready and was about to pass the puck when I took a deep breath and caught a whiff of Miles sitting just a few feet away from me on the bench.
It was a split second of a silly distraction that could have very well cost us the entire game.
That wasn’t like me. Hockey was my thing. When I was in the rink, nothing else mattered except winning. I’d always been laser-focused on the game. It had been my escape from all the stressors and bullshit in life. Just me, my stick, the puck, and the goal.
It was a rookie mistake and one that gave me a flush of embarrassment, made worse when Coach shouted for me to get on the bench. I skated to him and jumped over the wall, being replaced by Kyle, another forward on the team who’d only started a couple months ago.
It should have been me out there, but I wasn’t going to fight it.
“What the fuck was that, Dyl?” Coach Julian was furious. He shouted at me over his shoulder as he kept the majority of his attention out on the ice. We were down by two with three minutes left. It was a done deal after I had let that puck escape me.
The reprimand hit even worse with Miles sitting in earshot.
I couldn’t look in his direction. It gave me bitter flashbacks to being a kid and getting reamed by my father for my shit grades.
Sometimes it would happen when I had friends over, playing video games and eating pizza.
Then my dad would burst in with a failed test he discovered after looking through my bookbag and would completely chew me out, only telling my friends to leave after he had sufficiently made me feel like a moron.
I hated it, and I hated more so that the reasoning was valid. I’d fucked up out there and it was all because I couldn’t stop thinking about Miles or what we had done in that bathroom only a couple days before.
“Sorry, Coach,” I replied like a defeated child.
“Apologize to me by getting your head out of your ass and back into the game.”
“You got it, Coach.”
There was a tap on my shoulder that made me freeze.
Fuck. I turned around and expected to look into the eyes of a disappointed Miles but instead it was George, the assistant coach.
He leaned in and whispered. “It wasn’t totally your fault.
A penalty should have been called on number forty-five before he pinned you. ”
I appreciated the note but couldn’t get past the smell of whatever fish George had for dinner right before the game. He seemed like a nice guy—maybe sometimes overly nice—but damn, did he need a better dental routine. “Thanks,” I said from under my helmet.
“It’s only the first game. Plenty of time to improve.” Now that felt like a subtle dig even if he was right. “Want some water?” He held a bottle out to me, his dark eyes hyper-focused on me when I felt like he should have been watching the game.
I shook my head. “I’m good. Thanks, though.”
“Of course.”
I turned back to look at the game I’d completely botched, hoping that Gabe could maybe score us one more point before the clock ran out.
He currently had the puck and was driving it toward the opponent’s goal.
Eli skated close behind, protecting him.
Those two played like they shared one mind.
It was entertaining to watch but I couldn’t really enjoy it, not with my mistake playing over and over in my head, while knowing Miles sat a couple feet away from me.
Another tap on my shoulder. “Oh,” George said over the loud sounds of the arena. “I think the trainer wants to see you after this. He was writing your name in his notebook quite a bit.”
Huh. First off, I wasn’t sure if George should be snooping like that on Miles’ notes.
The coach would likely get a report of any suspected injuries after the game, along with which players he’d think would need to see him first, but it was unusual for the assistant coach to deliver that news.
Then again, George had seemed quite enthusiastic about doing anything and everything he could to help the team since he was brought on, so maybe this was his way of pitching in.
“Thanks,” I said. I shot a glance at Miles who had his eyes trained on the game. At least I had something to look forward to after the Coach chewed me a new asshole in the locker room.
Maybe Miles could kiss it and make it better…