Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
COLBY
The back of my throat aches as we stand there in silence, watching people come and go from the stage.
I don’t know what came over me after he finished playing, but it was too strong for me to resist.
Maybe it was from seeing two guys kissing in the corner, and how freeing it must be to be so open and unafraid.
I ache for the day I’m able to kiss Tyler in the middle of this bar and not have to worry about whether someone will snap a photo and post it on the internet for the world of hockey to drag me down.
To be able to hold hands as we walk down the street and not have to worry that everything I’ve worked hard for will come crashing down before I know it.
Maybe it was because Tyler’s smile was so bright, it was probably visible from the moon, or the way it sounded like he was singing about us.
About how we’ve had to shrink ourselves and make our souls invisible to fit the narrative other people have set for us.
Like with Tyler and his dad, who has never given him the chance to decide what he wants to do in his life, and how I’ve had to construct walls around me to protect myself from a young age, and keeping my sexual identity a secret so my dreams of making the NHL didn’t come crashing down.
Then seeing the awe in people’s eyes as he walked back to the table had me beaming with pride.
My concerns weighing in my gut that I may have overstepped with the idea of coming here were squashed the second I saw his eyes connect with mine.
The spark had been ignited in him, just like I hoped it would.
A hit of nostalgia that should never have been snuffed out in the first place.
Because don’t get me wrong, he’s an incredible hockey player, but seeing him up on that stage?
Seeing the way he captured the audience with that sexy, raspy voice and the emotions that clung to every word…
He’s been depriving the world of his talents, and it’s about time he was given the chance to shine.
“Are you ready to head back?” Tyler asks, grabbing my attention from where I’ve been staring off in a daze.
“Yeah,” I say, clearing my throat.
Once I finish the last of my soda, I place our empty glasses and plates on the bar as Tyler puts his guitar back in the case, and then we weave through the crowd that’s grown in size since we arrived. The bartender who first served us calls out to Tyler and waves him goodbye.
The drive back to campus is quiet, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable.
I don’t take my eyes off Tyler as his fingers tap against the steering wheel in a soothing rhythm.
His long, dark hair kicks out from beneath the brim of his backward hat, and I fight the urge to take it off so I can run my fingers through the soft strands.
Will he fuck me in a way that lets me bury my fingers in it? Anchor myself to him to hold him close?
My stomach swoops as the vision plays in my mind. Me on my back, him driving his cock inside me, our mouths so close we share the same breath.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna need to find somewhere to pull over,” he says, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
I wipe my palms down the front of my jeans, lifting my hips slightly to adjust the semi I’m sporting from where my thoughts strayed.
My voice comes out slightly gravelly when I say, “There’s something I want to ask you.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“There’s something you still haven’t taught me, and I’d like to have that lesson tonight.”
Tyler’s lips part, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. He keeps his gaze fixed on the road, and another minute goes by before he asks, “What lesson is that?”
I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, my heart hammering in my chest. Tyler has always encouraged me to speak openly and honestly about what I want, and knowing that my wants and needs turn him on has the nerves fluttering in my stomach disappear as I confess, “I want you to fuck me, Ty. I want to feel you inside me, to fill me up and own me.”
Tyler’s nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath.
“Are you sure?” he grits out.
“Completely.” I reach over to grip his thigh. “Teach me how to take your cock.”
Twisting his hands on the wheel, he lets out a pained groan. “Fuck, Colbs, you have no idea how fucking hot it is hearing you talk like this.”
I smirk, trailing my hand up to palm his hardening dick. Before I can tease him too much, he grabs my wrist and pushes me away.
“You need to keep your hands to yourself until we get back to yours, or I’ll end up crashing the car,” he growls.
Ten minutes later, I’m taking the stairs two at a time up to the second floor, Tyler following behind. I burst through the door to my room, knowing Stassie is out for the night so we have the floor to ourselves.
I start tearing off my clothes before Tyler has walked into my room, and when I’m down to my boxer briefs, he stands in the doorway, heat blazing in his eyes.
Silently, he closes the door and puts his guitar and duffel bag on the floor, then takes a step forward.
“Are you sure you want this? I’m perfectly happy with the way things are now,” he says, eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation.
I reply by dropping my underwear to the floor and giving my hard cock a long, slow stroke.
“I want this. I want you, so get naked and wait for me on the bed while I use the bathroom.”
Heading across the hall into the bathroom, I take a calming breath as I close the door behind me.
Everything I need is in here to prepare myself, and when I finally enter my room again, I’m greeted by the sight of Tyler, naked on my bed.
He’s half sitting, half lying with his shoulders against the pillows.
His thick thighs are spread, his hand moving over his cock in languid strokes.
“Come here,” he murmurs, crooking his finger at me.
I walk over and press a knee on the bed, then throw my other leg over until I’m straddling his thighs. He releases his cock and reaches up to curve his hand around my neck. I lean into his touch, eyelids fluttering closed as his fingers tug the hair on the nape of my neck.
“Kiss me,” he demands in a whisper. “I’ve been desperately waiting for your mouth all night. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Placing my hands on either side of his broad shoulders, I bend forward until my lips are on his. His hand tightens in my hair, and I open my mouth, eagerly accepting his tongue.
Tyler grips my ass with his other hand, pushing me down as I grind my hard cock against his. The sounds of our muffled moans and the bed squeaking fill the room, and it’s a good thing Stassie isn’t here because I don’t think I’ll be able to stay quiet tonight.
Tyler licks a path down my throat and sucks on the delicate skin of my pulse before trailing his teeth up to my ear and nipping my lobe.
“Turn around. Give me your ass.”
My breath hitches, and I glance down at him with wide eyes.
“What?”
He wears a devilish smirk as he licks over his lips and says, “Your ass, Colbs. I want it.”
With trembling hands, I push myself to sit upright, then turn around so my back is facing him.
“Up here,” he says, tapping his chest.
I crawl backward on my knees, and he lifts his arms until my feet are tucked under his armpits. His large hands squeeze my ass cheeks, and then he spreads them apart and blows gently against my hole.
My body jolts in surprise as pleasure shoots through me, and I have to put my hand on his abs to stabilize myself.
“Holy shit!” I gasp.
He snickers, his breath fanning against my heated skin, before he licks a hot path over my hole and up my crease.
My toes curl where they’re tucked under him, and my back arches as I cant my hips so I’m pushing my ass into his face.
It’s like every nerve ending I didn’t know existed has come online, lighting me up from the inside.
Tyler moans as he licks and circles his tongue around my entrance, sending vibrations straight into my balls. My head falls back, eyes fluttering closed as my jaw goes slack.
Fuck, why does it feel so good? And why haven’t we done this before now?
A garbled groan escapes me as Tyler pushes the tip of his tongue inside me, and white stars flitter behind my eyelids.
I’m unable to stop myself from rocking my hips, reveling in the scrape of his stubble against my sensitive flesh and the feel of his hot tongue against the most intimate part of me.
“Fuck, Ty,” I whimper as sweat trickles down my neck.
“Mhm,” he hums, not letting up. His arms snake around me, holding me tight as he devours me with his wicked tongue.
Another loud, strangled moan leaves my throat, and body vibrates from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through me. My cock aches to be touched, but I can’t find the strength to wrap my fingers around my length.
I have no doubt this is how I’m going to die.
My head is floating in a different dimension when Tyler finally tears his mouth away from my hole.
I’m a breathless mess as he rests his hands on my waist and eases me down.
I fall like a sandcastle in high tide, slumping against the mattress between his spread legs.
With my ass still perched in the air, Tyler traces his fingertip around my sensitive rim.
“God, Colbs, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to taste you like that,” he says, smoothing his other hand up my spine as he pushes the tip of his finger inside. “Maybe one day, you can ride my face until you come all over my chest.”
I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“You like the sound of that?” he snickers, slipping his finger in further.
I wince slightly from the pressure, but it’s not painful.
“Yes!” I gasp.
Tyler presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss against my ass cheek, and I feel his knuckles against my taint. He slowly draws his finger in and out until the muscles in my thighs start to quiver.
“More,” I beg, and when he adds a second finger, I fist the sheet and moan.