Line Mates & Study Dates (CU Hockey 4)

“We need to—”

“Reward me.”

“You haven’t done anything to deserve it yet.”

When he leans forward, I let him. And there’s that counterargument again that I just can’t dispute. He pushes his face against my aching cock and nips the inside of my thigh. “Don’t I deserve a reward? I’ve been so good.”

“Well …”

“Let me show my teacher how much I appreciate his help.”

“Asher …”

“Please, teach?” He mouths at the bulge in my pants. “Please?”

I swallow thickly as Asher looks up and spears me with that intense stare. He knows he’s got me.

So instead of fighting him, I order him to strip.

Inches of smooth, warm skin are exposed, and I greedily drink him in. There’s no one on earth who could fault me for being weak when the man looks like that. I want to bite his pec and drag my tongue over his abs and … He drops his pants, and his dick bobs up hard and eager.

That.

I want that.

Asher grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet, then slowly peels my T-shirt off me. His lips find my neck, and I automatically arch back, giving him all the access he needs and letting him take whatever he wants. And the thought that Asher wants me has me dizzy.

He pops the button on my jeans, then slips both hands down over my ass as he pushes my pants from my hips.

“What do you want?” he asks in a sexy rasp.

“This is your reward. I’ll give you free rein.”

His hands clench tight over my ass cheeks. “This. I want this.”

Fuck yes. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Do you have a …”

My gut sinks. “Condom? Shit, no. I haven’t bought any since summer break. Don’t you?”

He pulls back, and the lust seems to clear a little. “I don’t have my wallet on me. I left it in the car.”

“Maybe …” I’m supposed to be the smart one, and I can barely even think with his hands on me like that. “I could see if Da—”

His hand slaps over my mouth. “If you want me to stay hard, you won’t finish that sentence.”

“I mean, because ever since I hit puberty, I swear he stashed those things around the house so I’d never have this problem.”

“Finding one will take too long, but don’t worry. Hockey players are good at thinking on their feet.” He shoves me toward the bed and presses his hand between my shoulder blades, guiding me down to lie on my front. His lips find my back, and I shiver as he drags a line of kisses all the way down my spine until he reaches my underwear. “God your ass is sexy,” he mutters. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off it in the showers.”

He shoves my briefs down over my thighs.

“Probably why you didn’t notice me staring right back,” I say.

Because if we want to talk asses, Asher’s is divine. The thought of sliding my cock between those big, round cheeks makes my head spin.

“Tell me you have lube.”

I point vaguely toward my nightstand, and he disappears for a moment before he’s back, body covering mine. His hand works his cock between us, and a tiny prickle of discomfort hits.

“We’re not fucking without a condom.”

He chuckles against the back of my ear. “Trust.”

I barely manage to hold back my moan as he slides his slick cock between my ass cheeks, then dips his hand lower and smears lube over my taint and thighs before squeezing my balls.

As soon as I know where this is headed, I relax under his weight.

I’m borderline disappointed he’s not about to fuck me, but then he tilts my hips up off the bed, straddles my legs, and positions his cock between my thighs.

I shove a pillow under my stomach, then close my legs around him, squeezing as tight as I’m able, and his first thrust against my taint has me desperately gripping the comforter.

“Fuck yes,” he breathes as he leans forward again. He presses his full weight against me as he grips my hip on one side and reaches around to close his lubed-covered hand over my cock.

Each of his thrusts hits my balls and forces me into his fist. He’s so heavy and warm at my back, and his panting is driving me crazy to the point I can’t contain the small grunts coming out of me.

Maybe this should feel weird, being so exposed to someone I know, but being friends outside of the bedroom seems to make it that much better. The pleasure is heightened, each touch is more confident, and the constant teasing and sexual tension makes it explosive when we finally move as one.

I’m desperate to kiss him, and he must have the same idea, because as soon as I turn my head, seeking him out, he’s there.

It’s all lips and tongues and hot bursts of air, and the sweat building between us makes each glide of his skin against mine extra sensitive.