Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

KAYDEN

I f someone asked me a month ago if I was curious about what a cock tastes like, I'd have said no. But now? How the fuck had I been missing out?

Maddox was freaking delicious. Musky, salty, bitter. Incredible. And getting on my knees for him wasn't something I'd imagine I'd get off on, but did. I had no idea what I was doing and relied on my instinct—and my memory of that porn site Jackson recommended—to guide me. Not that porn prepared me for taking an actual dick in the mouth. And licking Mad's cock was one thing. Giving him actual head? I wasn't sure I was ready to swallow his entire monster cock yet, but I really wanted to taste his cum.

Then I remembered where we were. Deep-throating was the least of my worries. Getting caught having sex in the library might get us kicked out. Of the building. Out of school?

Too late. I didn't want to stop. Couldn't.

My dick was throbbing hard, despite my earlier orgasm. I ignored it. I wanted to please Maddox. I licked his cockhead again and used my spit to jack him off. Maddox's filthy groan was loud, and I wondered if anyone walking past our room could hear. The very idea made my heart beat out of control, my adrenaline pumping wild and hot.

I swallowed and tried to take more of him, but I gagged. Fuck, this was harder than it looked. Pun definitely intended.

"Fuck, Kay, don't stop," Maddox moaned and gripped my hair tighter. "Don't stop. So good."

I nearly came in my pants hearing his praise.

When I looked up, his dark eyes met mine, and I shivered, every hair on my body standing on end, goosebumps littering my skin.

Maybe I wasn't good at this, but I'd damn well give it my best try.

"Wanna come in your mouth, on your face," Maddox confessed.

My responding groan was muffled by his dick as I sucked harder, my hand frantically working in tandem. No way was I going to be satisfied with anything less than watching Maddox come apart. I needed to see the look of pleasure on his face and know that I was the one who brought him there. Me.

I pumped my hand, stroking the base of his dick while I continued to suck on the head. Then I reached up with my other hand, and cupped his balls, testing the heavy weight of them. Maddox punched his hips forward, and I gagged again, but managed to keep going.

"I'm gonna… shit, fuck, I'm coming," Maddox groaned as he stared down at me, never looking away.

His body tensed, and suddenly, my mouth was flooded with hot, salty cum. Too much. I swallowed some of it, but most of it dripped out of my mouth, and down my face. I was a filthy mess, and I had no idea how I was going to walk out of here without everyone knowing exactly what I'd done.

Maddox shuddered, panting hard, and fuck, he was gorgeous when he let go. And now that I'd seen it, I couldn't ever imagine him any other way.

"Kay," he whispered my name.

His softened cock slipped out of my lips and his hips fell back as he slumped against the wall.

"I… you…that was…you are—" he paused, running a hand over his face. "Oh my God, I can't speak."

I bit back a laugh. I was so fucking pleased with myself. I hadn't come, but I didn't care. Getting him off made me feel like I was flying—like I did when I was barreling down the ice.

Then I noticed that his hands were shaking. Mine too. In fact, my entire body was trembling, and my knees ached. My knees…The last thing I needed was an injury right now. I stood up, lightheaded, and wiped my face with my hand. Too late, I realized I'd need something else to get rid of all the cum.

Maddox tucked his dick back in his jeans and zipped up, then bent over, hands on his thighs, still breathing hard.

"My bag," Maddox whispered. "Wipes."

"You carry wipes with you?"

"Of course. What if you're stuck someplace without soap to wash up?" he bit out.

I shrugged.

"Ew, Kay."

"What? I had your dick in my mouth. I think I can handle a few bathroom germs."

"Hey!"

"No complaints," I laughed. "In fact, for a newbie giving head, I think I did pretty good."

I reached for his bag, rifling through it until I found the package of hand wipes. I pulled it out, wiped off my face and hands, and threw it in the garbage. I took another one and wiped down the stains on my shirt and the floor. It wasn't perfect, but it would do for now.

"I'm giving you a perfect score," Maddox replied as he leaned back. "Because I've never come that hard in my life. But shouldn't we be freaking out by now? What the fuck are we doing?"

I stepped closer, hands on his hips, leaning into him. And the amazing thing was, he let me.

"It feels too good to stop," I confessed.

He nodded and then surprised me again. Without pause, he leaned up and kissed me.

"Thought you didn't want my germs," I teased.

"They're mine, but I don't mind sharing. But only with you," he quipped.

This time, when he reached for me, the kiss was deep and dirty, his tongue tormenting mine. Every kiss was hotter than the last. Like the first time. Like every time we touched.

"Are you ready?" he asked me when we finally broke for air.

"For anal?" I blurted out.

Clearly, I was still horny as fuck, and Maddox found that hilarious. He laughed and it was genuine. And seeing him smile like that, at me, was almost as satisfying as his orgasm face.

"Studying, Kay. Remember? That's why we're here."

"Couldn't anal be considered studying? Like the blow job, you know, I'm in training."

"Enough with the jokes. Sit your ass down and let's get studying."

He pushed at my shoulders, and I reluctantly backed away and sat down.

"Fine. But I want to revisit the anal talk," I added.

"Will you stop saying anal?" he hissed.

"I'm ordering a dildo."

"Holy shit, what have I unleashed?" Maddox grumbled as he sat down beside me. "Come on. Time to focus."

"If coding doesn't work out for you, there's always teaching."

Maddox snorted. "Hard no."

I slid my hand over his thigh and squeezed. "Hard yes."

Maddox leaned over and kissed me again. When he sat back, the smirk on his face was as irresistible as his scowl.

"At least I know a surefire way to get you to stop talking," he replied. "Two, in fact."

"Shut up and tutor me."

Maddox

Two hours later, Kayden and I snuck out of the library as quietly and quickly as we could. No doubt the room smelled like sex, but I'm sure we weren't the first ones to get down and dirty in there. Horny college students probably favored it. There were no windows, and the door locked. Plus, there were no cameras. At least, I didn't think so.

Oh well. Too late to worry about it now.

And getting caught was the least of it. I was more concerned that I was fucking around with Kayden to begin with. The fact I couldn't resist him made me want to jump on a plane and head home. Or head anywhere and not look back. But that wasn't rational. I needed to get my goddamn degree, get noticed by the scouts, and get my life going. Then I could go wherever I wanted. Or wherever I was traded. I had to get drafted first.

And I had to remind myself that what we were doing was hooking up. It didn't mean anything more than that. And it gave me pleasure. Pleasure I never thought I'd experience. Why deny myself?

Since we were both starving (for food), but not keen on the cafeteria offerings, we headed into town. Kayden's phone buzzed as we were walking.

"Jackson and Dane are already at Boots and Burgers. Wanna join them?"

I didn't want to people, but we were headed there anyway.

"Sure."

Okay, maybe it wouldn't kill me to get to know Dane better. He was a great player and a good captain. So far. And he was a friend of Kayden's so… Not that I cared what Dane thought about me. He knew I was a snarky ass, but that's all he knew. And he was protective of Kayden. So, I figured, it wouldn't do any harm to play nice for once. Besides, too much assholery could create tension that I didn't need.

Yeah, and fucking around with your teammate isn't going to create tension?

I suddenly realized that Kayden and I were risking a lot by fucking around. Like skating on an unfamiliar lake, one break in the ice, and we were done for. If our teammates found out, well, there would be blowback, right? And what if the scouts found out? It was difficult enough getting drafted, never mind being a queer player. And yeah, I realized I was that. Never thought I'd have an epiphany about my sexuality like this, but then again, wasn't that part of what college was about? Finding out who you are?

Then I thought about how many hockey pros were openly queer. I could only think of one. One. Out of a thousand. Those odds weren't looking good.

"What are you thinking about?" Kayden asked me as we strolled past the many shops that lined main street.

"Nothing."

"Do you really want me to keep asking? Because I will."

"No one can ever find out about us," I blurted out.

Kayden stopped short and turned to me. His lips were red, swollen, a dead giveaway as to what he'd been up to. Mine were the same. How were we going to explain this away? Only a short while ago, he had my dick in his mouth, and now we were going to meet up with his friends, our teammates, and pretend nothing happened.

"I'm serious. Hockey is the only reason I'm here."

Kayden nodded, then looked away. "I know. I'm the same."

"And?"

"And what? I agree with you. This is fun, but that's all it is."

Then he started walking again. And me? I stood there, lost for words. I should've been relieved that he was in agreement. We could fuck around, but no one would know. That was perfect, right? No hassle, no stress.

Then I thought about the party. The way Hailey had been all over Kayden.

With every kiss between us, Kayden became more confident. Hell, he'd blown me in the library, for fuck's sake. Did that mean he wanted to hook up with other guys? And women too? And why did I care? It was none of my business who he wanted to fuck around with. None.

I stomped off after him, not sure why his laid-back attitude grated on my nerves. So much for my good mood. Bitchy Mad was back. With a vengeance.