Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

Rylan

I swirl my tongue around the head of Harry’s cock, then flick his slit, hoping to get any and all remnants of his load. I love how enthusiastic he got at the end—well, the whole time, really, but specifically toward the end—telling me he wanted to fuck my face, pupils blown wide and mouth falling slightly open afterward as if he was shocked the words had come from him. I don’t even know the guy, and honestly, I was blown away and a whole lot turned on too.

“Part of me wants to take a nap…or maybe die…die in a good way. Is that possible? Ignore me. I actually really want to suck your cock.”

“I was going to get my feelings hurt if you didn’t.”

“Stand up,” he says, then grins as if proud of himself.

I can’t help chuckling as I push to my feet.

Harry tries to lead me backward, I assume to the couch, but my joggers are around my knees and I stumble slightly, and then he does too because his pants are around his ankles.

“I didn’t think this through very well,” he admits.

“We can make it work.” I tug off my shoes and my bottoms, then take his hand as he waddles with me, trying to walk right with his pants wrapped around him. “What do you want to do with me now?” I ask. I’m not typically one to take the back seat when I’m having sex. I like to be a little bossy, and I always know what I want, but I can tell this is important to him, want him to be able to explore whatever it is he’s trying to work through tonight. I’m honored to be the one who gets to do it with him.

“Sit down.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why are you doing this?” Not for the first time, his brows draw together.

“Because it’s hot as fuck? Look at my dick. I’m dying to sink into that sexy mouth of yours.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I’m serious.”

“You’re not sitting.”

“You’re enjoying this bossy thing.” I do as he says, legs spread, leather sticking to my ass. I scoot forward so my ass hangs off a bit and he can easily get to my nuts. I’m a ball man, what can I say?

Harry tries to kneel, but it’s a little off-balance with his ankles tied up.

“Damn it. I’m ruining this.” He shakes his head, cheeks pink, looking flustered.

“No, you’re not. I’m hard as stone over here. You’re doing just fine. Take off your clothes.”

“I’m supposed to be the one calling the shots tonight.”

“We can take turns,” I reply, then change tack. “Will you take off your clothes, please?”

“Are you sure you’re real?”

I bark out another laugh. Something about him makes me want to do nothing but alternate between laughing, smiling, and wanting to come. “Why don’t you come down here and suck my cock to see?”

“Oh God.” He visibly shudders, then rips off his shoes, pants, and underwear, and kneels between my legs. With a tentative hand, he grips my cock, slides it upward, then back down again. “I wish I had lube…” His gaze snaps to mine, determination clear in his expression. “But then I can just get it wet with my mouth, can’t I? Lick and suck your big cock until you’re spilling down my throat.”

It’s my turn to tremble, my balls tightening in excitement.

“Right? That was good, wasn’t it? I can’t believe I said it!”

A lightness fills my chest. “Really fucking good.”

“This is fun!” His voice is full of enthusiasm before he gets serious. “I’m going to suck you now.”

“I’m looking forward to it. Make sure you give my balls some love. I like that.”

He nods, clearly taking my request to heart, then lowers his mouth and goes straight for my nuts. He’s tentative at first, licking them, kissing them, pushing his nose between my legs and inhaling a deep breath.

“God, I love that. So musky and masculine.” There’s awe in his voice, like he’s amazed by the fact that he’s here, doing this, but also like it really is something he loves.

He uses his tongue to lap at my balls again while I run my fingers through his short, neat hair, watching him. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s good.”

Instead of licking his way up my shaft the way I did with him, Harry kisses it—once, twice, three, four times—up, up, up until he gets to the tip. He wraps his hand around my shaft, then just looks at me, not in my eyes, but at my dick, like now that he’s there, he’s having second thoughts.

“You don’t have to.”

“What? No. I want to. It’s just the thickest cock I’ve ever tried to suck.”

“Whatever you do, I’m going to like it. Mouth on dick equals fun.”

It’s his turn to chuckle, then he says, “I got this,” and damned if my pulse doesn’t kick up a notch. It’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

Before my brain can get past that thought, Harry is going down on my cock, mouth stretched, sucking me with more skill than I think he’s aware he has. He flicks his tongue in this really sexy way, all enthusiasm and eagerness, which is much hotter than I’ve ever considered before.

“Fuck yes,” I say, watching him. He uses his other hand to play with my nuts while he’s working me with his mouth and… “Are you smiling around my cock?”

He nods, the smile growing, before he’s concentrating on my dick again. His saliva is running down my shaft, down my balls, Harry sucking me like a popsicle. He pulls off a moment, going back to my sac again.

“Your dick isn’t easy on the jaw.”

“Take your time.” Yeah, I’m dying to bust my nut, but I also don’t want to rush this. I’m never going to see him again, and while that shouldn’t matter, and in the grand scheme of things I guess it doesn’t, I’m bummed.

“I want it, though…wanna taste you. Wanna be the one to make you come.”

My cock twitches against my stomach, less because the words are hot and more because they’re so earnest. Harry wasn’t trying to be sexy when he said them. He wasn’t trying to turn me on. He was just telling me the truth, and damned if that doesn’t have my dick throbbing even harder.

I grab the base and hold my dick up, offering it to him. “I can promise you that it’s not going to take much to work a load out of my balls. You’ve got me so hot for you.”

He bites his bottom lip, looking shy, before he shakes the expression away. “You don’t have to give me compliments. I’m already going to blow you.”

“It’s not—” My words are cut off by his hot, wet mouth. He’s even more eager than before, bobbing on my dick, mouth stretched, moans and delicious sounds falling from my lips as he savors my dick.

It feels so good, my vision blurs. My body tingles, and just like I told him I would, I’m already careening toward my orgasm. When he uses his hand to play with my balls again, I’m gone, lost to the most incredible sensations washing over me, balls drawn up, dick twitching in his mouth as I fill it with my salty cum.

Just like I did with him, Harry swallows me down, takes all of me, sucking and savoring until he’s milked every drop out of me.

“I can’t move,” I tell him. “Can’t I just sleep here?”

He chuckles. “I think I’m going to be good at this.”

“You definitely are. I’m honored to be your first slutty experience.” And as much as I wish I could just stay here, I know I can’t. “I have to go…I’m sorry.”

He frowns as if surprised by my apology, but it’s not like I’m supposed to stay. This is a hookup. This is where one of us always leaves, and I’ve never apologized for it before.

“Yeah…I should probably finish up the closing duties. I can’t believe I stopped working to blow a guy. What a night.”

I grin as he gets up, and then I do the same. “Yeah, what a night.”

We don’t talk much as we get dressed. Too bad he doesn’t live in LA. Then we could hook up again. Even though I’m not looking for a relationship, it’s not like I’ve never had sex with the same person more than once.

“Maybe if I’m ever in town again…”

“Oh.” His forehead creases. “Really? I’m not sure that would work.”

Damn. Did I just get rejected? I’m pretty sure I did. “Ouch.”

“No, I didn’t mean… It’s just, I’m not always in Seattle.”

I can’t say if he’s trying to let me down nicely or what. It feels like he is, and the last thing I want is for him to feel obligated to meet up with me. “Nah, it’s fine. You’re right. This is probably better as a one-time thing. You know, since you’re going to be a slut and all.”

Harry laughs.

He leads me out of the office, unlocks the doors, then uses his key and presses a code into the elevator so I can get down again.

“I…thank you, Rylan. For tonight. It’s exactly what I needed. You were exactly what I needed.”

“I had fun. You don’t have anything to thank me for,” I say honestly, then step into the elevator and push the button for my floor. As the doors close, I give him a small wave.

Somehow, he was exactly what I needed tonight too.

*

We’re on fire.

From the drop of the puck at the first face-off, the Rebels can do no wrong—and more specifically, I can do no wrong.

There’s this constant electrical buzz beneath my skin, and I’m full of unmatched energy and drive and fucking hunger . The latter fuels me, but it’s also like I drank some fucking lucky juice or something because my speed is next-level. Seattle can’t keep the puck when I’m anywhere in the vicinity. Stevens, our other defenseman, and I always work together like a well-oiled machine—him at left and me at right, helping Mads keep the goal safe—but today no one is getting close to Mads. Not on our watch. Every one of their shots on goal has been contested, and so far, we’ve kept Seattle locked at one goal.

It’s the beginning of the third period, and we’re up by three goals. Volkov and Kemper are at center ice for the face-off. Adrenaline rushes through me, the buzz under my skin intensifying. I feel like there’s fire fueling me when the puck drops.

Seattle gets the puck—Kemper with a quick pass to their left winger, who’s heading toward the goal. I fly straight toward him, burning ice with how fast I’m skating. He tries to get around me, but I check him, fighting for the puck, against the boards. He spins, manages to break away, but again I’m right there, not letting him get too far away, then using my body as a weapon, to keep him from scoring. The other Seattle players swarm our end of the ice, Stevens, Volkov, and Tremblay covering the other players to keep this motherfucker from getting off a pass.

The Seattle crowd roars in the background, but I’m so damn used to it that all it does is feed my hunger to show them they don’t have anything on me. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour, and I feel like someone injected magic into my veins. Like there’s nothing I can’t do. As fast as the game is moving around me, my focus is on the player I’m defending. Just as he tries to send off a pass to Seattle’s other winger, when he makes a cut, I see my chance. My arm shoots out, stick right where it needs to be to intercept his pass, and then I push away, trying to put some space between me and them.

Volkov is already darting down the ice, the perfect opening between us as we skate toward their goal. I make an excellent saucer pass to Volkov. He does his job, intercepting the puck just before his arm pulls back and he slaps the puck toward the goal, the black disk flying past the right side of their goalie’s head and into the net. The lamp lights up, the sound indicating a goal for Volkov, and I’ll be credited for the assist.

The rest of the game continues to go well. Toward the end of the third period, I make another steal, then jet down the ice for a fantastic goal, the puck slipping between the goalie’s legs.

“Fuck yes, Pierce!” Mads says as the guys jump on me and congratulate me. I feel like I’m flying.

“Ending the game with a goal from our D-man!” Kennedy says on our way to the dressing room.

We celebrate together, back and ass slapping, full of laughter and fucking pride. My heart is beating so damn hard, I’m afraid it might bust out of my chest, but the truth is, it would be a good way to go. Well, except I still don’t have my cup, so I’m not going any-fucking-where until I have that.

“What the fuck did you do last night?” Volkov asks.

“You get some good pussy or what?” Stevens adds.

“Or dick…or ass. We’re a progressive team, guys, remember?” Mads chides. It’s always him who thinks of shit like that. I’m bi and proud, but I don’t always remember to make sure the guys aren’t going to the default of straight.

“We know, Madsies.” Volkov ruffles his hair, the group of them joking around together, but I’m still stuck on the first question. What did I do last night? I swapped blowjobs with Harry. While I woke up with a smile still on my face, once we were on the ice, the spectacular sex I’d had last night went to the back of my head. But now it has slammed into me the same way I’d nailed Seattle’s forward to the boards earlier.

Is swallowing a load of his cum the reason I was Super D-man tonight? That might sound like a load of BS, but us hockey players are superstitious as fuck. I met a guy last night who was more intriguing than he should be, got great head, and then played like a fucking king…and I’m never going to see him again.

I’m also fairly certain I don’t even know his real name.

I don’t have much time to think about it, though, because I have to get cleaned up then head out because the press wants to talk to me. Once I’m done, I pull on a Dominating Athletics tee. Part of my endorsement deal with them is wearing their product in my after-game press interviews. I’m handed a Dominating drinking bottle too and head toward the press room.

My hair is wet from my shower as I sit in the chair and grin at the room full of people ready to hit me with a barrage of questions.

I fucking love it.

Well, if we’d played like shit, I wouldn’t have, but after a game like this, all it does is pump me up even more.

“How are you all doing?” I ask, then take a drink of water from the bottle.

“You played one of the best games of your career out there tonight,” one of the journalists says.

“I know, right?” I waggle my brows at her and get a chorus of laughs in reply. They love it when I play along, when I act charming and make jokes. “Who knew I was so good?”

“I think we all knew you were this good,” another says.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I was trying not to project overconfidence. Thanks for ruining it for me.”

I earn more laughter from them.

“Seriously, though, you played like you have something to prove, and whatever that is, you nailed it. What made tonight so special?”

I run a hand through my hair, figuring the best response isn’t really good head . “I don’t know, man. Some nights you’re just on. Tonight was that night for me, but I couldn’t do it without the rest of the team. Stevens and I worked as a unit, holding Seattle back. On the rare occasion someone got a good shot on goal, Mads took care of the rest. It’s a team effort.”

They continue asking questions, and I play my part, grinning, joking, answering, until I’m finally set loose.

We have a quick talk with Coach in the locker room, then hop on our bus, heading to our chartered flight for DC.

The plane is quiet. We ate a meal on board and then everyone else has passed out in their seats, but I can’t stop thinking about my cute little good-luck charm and how much I wouldn’t mind hooking up with him again.