2. Wyatt “the Milkman” Perry

TWO

WYATT “THE MILKMAN” PERRY

The elevator is pretty full, so I move us to a corner and place Xander in front of me, and then let both hands rest over his abdomen. He leans back, and the second his spectacular ass collides with my hard cock, we both twitch.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a one-night stand, but how can I resist having the most beautiful human I’ve ever met in my bed? I kept looking at him during dinner, trying to catch a moment when he didn’t look so damn enticing. That moment never came.

So I had to try, and now I’m getting my wish. I’m going into this with no more expectations than to have burn-the-sheets-hot sex with a man who knows all about male pleasure.

I can’t say that his experience isn’t a plus, it is, but his job is inconsequential to me.

I did a lot of research on sex-workers in Nevada when I was traded to the Pirates—I’m pretty sure every man who likes sex does the same when they travel to the city of sin—and I don’t think I’m in any type of physical danger with Xander. Drew seems like an awesome guy, and I know from experience awesome people attract awesome people.

I don’t know how far we’ll go tonight, if we’ll have anal or not, all I know is I need to see Xander naked and I want to make him come. If I happen to come as well, then I won’t complain at all. I’ve been thinking about being with a man since Bear arrived at Jules’ wedding brunch with Drew. I knew everyone was accepting at the Pirates, but it’s one thing to not make a fuss over your prejudices when it comes to the captain and most important player of the team, it’s another to keep quiet when more players start to come out.

When literally no one batted an eye at Bear saying he liked Drew, I knew it would be fine for me to come out as well.

Almost everyone gets off the elevator before us, which means I can spend more time than I thought rubbing myself against Xander’s ass and watching him try and control himself. I see him smile at the elderly couple who’s left with us, and it’s a genuine smile as far as I can tell. But my plan to make him crazy seems to have worked, when we finally arrive at the fifteenth floor and he grabs my hand with more force than I’d thought he had, and pulls me out of the elevator.

I chuckle lightly and he turns to mock glare at me. “What room number?”

“Just two doors this way.” I pull him to the left corridor.

“Thank God,” he groans.

I chuckle at his enthusiasm. It feels good to see so clearly how much he wants me. It’s been a while since I’ve wanted anyone this much. I don’t waste any time swiping the keycard to open the door, and as soon as it shuts behind me, Xander is jumping into my arms and attacking my mouth. It’s the best attack in the world.

I enjoy the way his stubble brushes against mine, I love the way his strong thighs hold onto my hips like a vice, and most of all, I take advantage of the easy access to his ass.

All hockey players have good asses—that’s just a given—but Xander’s is something else. It’s meaty and not all muscle, and each cheek is more than a handful.

I fucking love the groan I get out of him when I squeeze hard and pull him closer. His erection pressing against my lower abdomen is driving me crazy enough that I just walk forward until my foot bangs against the base of the bed, then we’re falling.

I have enough mental capacity left so I don’t bang my forehead against Xander’s, but my hands end up trapped under him. Not that I mind.

I sneak them up his back, then lower them again, this time nudging the edge of his jeans with my fingers. I need flesh, I need heat, and sweat. His lips are driving me insane, making me think of everything his mouth can do when he sucks my tongue into his mouth.

I need more, so I lean back and grab the hem of his shirt. “Can I?” I ask. Manners are important.

“Yeah,” he says, breathing hard. “Wait.” I stop moving and breathing, but relax when I see his smile. “What do you want to do?” I must look as confused as I feel because he quickly clarifies. “I mean, this is your first time with a man. I don’t know if you’ve had anal before, if you want that, or just want me to suck you off?”

“Uh,” I stall. He kind of fried my brain just with words. “Yes?” I mean, I never promised to be any good at conversation.

“Okay then,” he says with a chuckle. Then he takes over, pushing his shirt over his head, and works on his jeans quickly. I’m transfixed by every inch of skin he uncovers, and when I finally get a look at his thick erection, my mouth actually waters. “Wyatt.” I snap my gaze up guiltily.

“Sorry.” I wince.

“Don’t apologize. I want you looking at me, but I can only suck your dick if you show me your dick.” I’m the one laughing then. He has a point.

I don’t think I’ve ever undressed faster, and as soon as I’m completely naked, I can’t help but go in for more of his amazing kisses. I explore his skin with my hands, while I do my best to devour every moan I get out of him.

Too soon, I can’t wait any more.

“I’ve never sucked a dick,” I tell him, with as much nonchalance as I’m capable of. “But I wanna give it my best shot now, can I?”

“No.” He shakes his head and pushes me off him. I’m about to apologize again when he shoves my shoulder again so I’m lying flat on my back. “I’m gonna enjoy your cock first, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big one. I’ll make you come down my throat, and then you can figure out making me come, okay?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Okay.”

“Good.”

With that, he scoots down my legs until his torso is between my thighs. As soon as he circles my erection, I’m way too close. I fist the sheets and breathe hard to try and stave off my orgasm. There’s no way I’m coming before Xander even gets his mouth on me.

He strokes me only once, then holds on to the base and delicately licks the drop of come on my tip. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How can he look so damn good doing only that?

“Jesus,” I whisper. I don’t know if I’m going to survive this.

“I don’t think Jesus is going to want any part in this.” Xander chuckles, and his bright blue eyes light up with it. He holds eye contact as he gives me another lick, and it turns out that’s my breaking point.

“Please, Xan—yes!” I can’t help but shout, when he engulfs the whole tip and sucks hard. Just once, and then he’s licking the underside from side to side.

Then he’s taking me deeper . . . and deeper . . . and deeper.

“Holy motherfucking God!” My back bows off the bed, and no matter how much training I have in not doing it, my hips twitch upwards, shoving my cock all the way into his throat.

And Xander just. Takes. It. All.

No one’s ever taken more than half of me before, but this is...

Jesus fucking Christ indeed. This is heaven. I don’t know how it’s even physically possible, but I feel him swallow around me, and when he leans back slowly, sucking all the way until my cock pops out of his mouth, I can only stare open-mouthed.

I’m no longer capable of any words, and even if I were, when he takes all of me again, I know there’s nothing I could say to express how incredible this blowjob is.

He repeats the process, but this time he cups my balls as he raises his head and pulls gently.

That’s done it. Without any hope of warning him, I shout my orgasm and spill into his mouth.

Way too soon.

That ended way too soon, and part of me rejoices as another part of me cries from the loss. No one’s ever made me come so fast. No one’s ever left me on the brink of a coma from how well they’ve sucked my dick.

How is this even possible?

I’ve seen plenty of porn, thank you very much. I know what deepthroating is. I just never thought people out in the real world were capable of doing it.

Let alone with my kind of length.

But Xander . . .

Then his face is above mine, and he’s smiling brilliantly. There’s joy, amusement, and pride in his gaze, with his bouncy brown curls flopping in front of his forehead. He looks so damn beautiful. I cup his cheek and bring him down for a kiss. I try to convey everything I’m feeling with that kiss, though I doubt it’s working.

Then I feel his erection against my lower belly, and I mentally curse myself. I practically passed out and I’m leaving him hanging. I don’t want to stop kissing him ever .

That’s an insane thought and I better stop that.

It’s better if I focus on making him feel good, no matter how reluctant I am to separate his mouth from mine. I find the strength from somewhere deep inside me to flip us over so I’m once more lying on top of him, and slowly move down his body. I leave wet kisses on my way and take hold of his cock before my mouth is even close.

I’ve never even held another man’s dick, but I’ve thought about it plenty, so I go with my instinct and start pumping him slowly.

I relax, knowing I’m not totally fucking this up when I feel him twitch and get harder. Then he moans, low and long, and just once.

But it’s all the encouragement I need to finally get my mouth on him. I keep stroking him as I leave the same wet kisses down his erection, sucking softly on each one.

“Wyatt,” he whispers, and I look up to see he’s looking straight down at me. And just like I was, he’s bunching up the sheets in his hands.

Good, it’s good he’s feeling the same way I am.

Now, I want to make him scream my name, not whisper it. So I get to work.

I’ve received enough blowjobs to know what I like—what Xander did, yeah, but there’s lots of other things.

Like sucking the tip hard while my hand still strokes his base. Like playing with his balls and pressing a finger just behind them. I wish I could finger Xander, but I’ve never done that, so I’ll probably need instructions and I don’t want him to have to do that tonight.

I take another inch into my mouth and it’s not bad at all, so I go for another, and another, until my nose is almost pressing against his trimmed pubes. I swallow, just to see how that would feel, and when it’s okay, I suck hard.

“Fuck, Wyatt, please.”

I let his cock slip out of my mouth to ask, “What do you need, Xander? What do you want?”

“I-I-I—” He shakes his head and breathes hard.

“Tell me,” I beg.

He swallows hard. “Can I... shit, can I fuck your face?”

I smile triumphantly. “Of course you can, baby.” I suck him back into my mouth the next second until the tip once more bumps against the back of my throat. Then I relax my jaw as best as I can, and let my neck hang a little.

Xander combs his finger through my hair slowly, way too tentatively, and once he has a good grip on my head, he starts to move his hips.

Again, tentatively, and slowly. I suck hard, trying to make it clear he can go faster, harder. That I’m fine. I’m a big boy, and if I have an objection to anything happening, I can spring back at any moment.

I guess he gets the message, because he thrusts deeper and harder. He’s frowning slightly down at me, but then his expression smooths into a wicked smile. I guess he realized I can take it.

So he repeats his movements, over and over. Faster and faster, until I grab his ass and help him out. Then I focus on sucking when he’s barely inside me. I squeeze him hard against me, and the next second I get my first ever spurt of come. On my tongue.

It’s not too bad.

But what I’m really focusing on, after I make sure I can breathe, is Xander’s expression of wonder. His whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat and the overhead lights of the room don’t do him justice.

I want to kiss my way back up. I want to ask him why he looks so surprised. But before I can do any of that, he springs up and away.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

And that’s when I remember this is supposed to be a one-night stand. At least for me. And from Xander’s reaction as soon as the high of his orgasm faded, it’s the same for him.

I’ll have to find a way to be okay with this.

I hear the water of the shower turn on, and tell myself that clearly the last thing Xander wants is for me to be anywhere near him. So I grab one of my dirty shirts and wipe myself off as best as I can. I put on briefs and get into bed.

The second Xander comes out, I know he doesn’t really want anything else from me. I ignore the disappointment and smile as if nothing’s wrong.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom now,” I say uselessly. “You can still stay, obviously.”

“Thanks,” he says, his voice as deceptively casual as mine. “I’m going to check out some sights early, so I better go to sleep.”

I nod and gesture toward the other side of the bed. “Go right ahead.”

I do my nighttime routine on autopilot, and just like he said he would be, Xander’s asleep when I come out. I turn all the lights off and try to go to sleep myself. It takes me a long time, but eventually, the sounds of his even breaths lull me to sleep too.

I’m not really surprised when Xander and all his things are gone in the morning, but the disappointment is too strong for me to ignore.

Do I really have to find a way to be okay with this being only a one-night thing?

I don’t think I do. I’m pretty sure I can ask for more. I can try to win Xander over if he’ll let me. And that’s the crux of it. If he’ll let me.

Doesn’t mean I can’t hope, I can’t plan.

With that in mind, I pack all of my things and go down to get some breakfast. Seeing my teammates again is jarring. They’re all acting exactly the way they were last night. Nothing’s changed for them.

A lot has changed for me.

So I bide my time, and when we’re on the bus, on our way to Baltimore, I go right to Bear who always sits alone unless he’s got someone to talk to, and start putting things in motion.

“Can I get Xander’s phone number?” I ask, without preamble.

He stares at me, intense as hell like always, for what feels like an eternity. I don’t know what he’s looking for but eventually he nods. My whole body floods with home at that nod, so the blow of his words hits harder.

“I’ll ask him if he wants me to give you his number.”

Well, that’s the best I can hope for, I guess.