Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
It was perfect. Thick, long, perfect pink head, a sexy bush, and a beautiful set of tightening balls.
“Fuck, you have such a nice dick.”
“Thanks,” Eli said as he tugged on the edge of my towel. “Now, let me see yours.”
“You can do more than just see it,” I said before opening the towel. Eli gave another little moan that had me rolling my eyes. His sounds were so fucking hot. I wanted to turn him into a whimpering, begging mess, pleading with me to let him come.
Eli’s hand wrapped around my shaft. I leaned back. Our arms were crossed, both our dicks in our hands. This was bliss. The hot steam further relaxed every muscle in my body, down to my damn toes. I gave a thrust up into Eli’s fist. Eli quickened his strokes, and I matched his pace. I pressed my leg against him, but that wasn’t enough, so I lifted my leg and rested it on his.
“That feels so, so good,” he said, keeping his voice low. “And your dick is so hard. Fuck.”
I made it throb in his grip and earned another moan that originated somewhere deep down in his chest. This moan wound my core up tight. I could feel myself getting close to busting my load. That’s how pent-up he had me. All he had to do was jerk me off for five minutes before I was ready to blow.
“Fuck, Eli,” I warned. My toes curled against the warm wood slats. “I’m already close.”
“Oh God, so am I, Gabe.”
That made me jerk him faster. I wanted to see him come. Wanted to break his record and then lick up all the evidence. So close, sooo close, just a few more—
Voices from the training room made us both freeze. Sounded like Dylan and Soren loudly talking shit to each other. They were getting closer. Eli let go of my dick, and I let go of his as we hurried to cover ourselves back up with our towels, doing it just in time as the door opened and a cloud of steam escaped.
“Oh, hey, guys,” Dylan said, smiling like a goofy golden retriever who had no idea his owners were fooling around. “Room for two more?”
“Yeah,” I answered with the bluest balls imaginable and a tightness in my throat that felt like a damn boa constrictor was wrapped around my neck. “Yeah, come on in.”
Chapter Twelve
Guess We’re Roomies
ELI
Savannah, Georgia, was a beautiful city that had a haunted, historical feel to it.
Our bus pulled up to a hotel that appeared to be yanked off the set of a campy vampire show I would watch back in high school. It had a red-bricked facade with a white-roofed porch and a row of black rocking chairs, colored with bright green swaths of trailing ivy. The long roadway leading up to the hotel was lined with live oak trees, their thick and twisting branches draped with thick clumps of Spanish moss. Flickering gas lamps lit the way and added to the time-travel sensation.
It was a cool spot, one I hadn’t been to before but the other Bobcats had frequented quite often.
Savannah was home to the Sharks, our sworn rivals and the next two games we had lined up for this Friday and Saturday. I was hungry for a win and knew it would taste extra delicious if it were against the Sharks. We’d gone hard during practice and doubled up on training time, spending a lot of time on the ice.
Which translated to a lot of time with Gabe.
It’d been difficult, keeping a cool head around him. That moment in the steam room, with his hand between my legs and mine between his, still replayed in my head on a constant loop. I’d get random hard-ons throughout the day. Standing in line at the grocery store? Hard. Stuck driving behind a car covered in a layer of quirky bumper stickers about saving the environment who also had the driving skills of a newborn fawn? Rock hard.
We sat in different rows on our flight here. I had felt a surprisingly intense wave of disappointment when I found out the seating assignments. I had fantasized some mile-high action with him. As risky as that would be, it was also another daydream that instantly had my dick swelling.
The bus ride was a different story altogether. We had booked a smaller bus than what we needed, so I sat sandwiched between the wall and Gabe, with Soren sitting next to him. His weight was fully pressed against me, but there was nothing I could do to actually enjoy it. The vibrations of the engine and the bumps of the bus’s hydraulics weren’t helping the situation at all. I felt like the universe had come together and devised a plan to edge me for all damn eternity.