“Fuck, Dean. Don’t make me come yet. Back up for me. Bring that ass closer.” Beau gripped my left cheek in his hand. When I did what he asked, his tongue probed my hole without hesitation. Fuck yes. I liked that. I loved it when he ate me out. It was something I never thought I would be into.
I moaned when Beau’s fingers dipped inside me. Not too deep or too intrusive. His other hand pulled lightly on my length. Jesus Christ, that felt good. But when his mouth wrapped around me, and he sucked me inside, I saw stars.
I tried my best to give Beau a decent blowjob, but it was hard to concentrate. It was messy with spit everywhere. When I tried to suck him too far, I gagged and coughed. My eyes grew watery until I had tears spilling down my cheeks. But the sounds he made were enough to spur me on. I licked and sucked as best I could while jerking him off.
My entire body buzzed with need. I was so ready to fall over the edge from the way my cock felt inside Beau’s mouth while his finger was inside of me. I didn’t want to come yet. I was enjoying this too much. My body trembled with pleasure as my release grew closure and closer. I licked, sucked, and drooled all over Beau’s amazing length. I wanted him inside me. His finger felt amazing, but I wanted to know what it felt like to have him speared inside me. What it would be like to ride him as Beau’s fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples, fire in his baby blue eyes.
“Oh my God!” I shouted as I came, my release shooting down his throat.
I had no time to warn him. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. My toes curled, and my eyes rolled back. It felt like it went on forever, and just when I finished, Beau’s cum splattered all over my chin and hand, the salty taste on my lip and tongue. He groaned deep in his chest while he gripped my hips.
I rolled onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. “That was amazing. Sorry I didn’t warn you. And I promise to get better at the whole blowjob thing.”
“Pink.” Beau swung around so he was next to me, our feet at the head of the bed. “That was perfect.”
I felt myself grow warm. “You say the sweetest—Holy shit! Is that the Stanley Cup?”
It was a giant silver trophy sitting in the middle of his bedroom. There was nothing else it could be. It was stunning, to say the least. And I had missed it because I was too busy getting my dick sucked.
“Yes, it is.” He nuzzled my neck. “We all get a day with it, and I wanted to share it with you.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose.
My entire body trembled. “With me? Are you sure? Because this is a big deal. Maybe you want to share it with Cole? He’s your son. It’s not every day you win the Stanley Cup Championship. I wouldn’t want to—”
Beau silenced me with a kiss, his tongue slipping between my lips and tangling with mine. I groaned softly, melting against him, the hint of my release still strong in his mouth.
“Cole had his chance, Pink. He left this morning for eight weeks of hockey camp. I want to share this with you. You’re special to me, too.” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
“I...” My throat grew tight as tears blinded my eyes. I wanted to tell Beau how I felt. How much I cared for him and that I thought I might be falling for him, but it didn’t seem like the right time. “Can I touch it?” It was so shiny. I was kind of scared to touch it now that I thought about it. What if I broke it? What if I knocked it over, and it shattered into a million pieces?
Beau chuckled. “Of course you can.” He climbed to his feet and held out his hand. “Maybe we should both wash our hands first.”
Once we did that, and put on our underwear, I stared at the trophy in awe.
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Isn’t it?”
I reached out to touch the Cup gently with my finger. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I murmured. “This is a huge accomplishment, Beau. You should be so proud of yourself.”
“Thank you, but it wasn’t all me. And besides, you have Grammy’s,” he reminded me.
I glanced up to meet his blue eyes. “Yeah, but this? This is something that you fight thirty-one other teams for. That you’ve worked for years to win. I’m not saying that winning a Grammy isn’t a big deal, but this is something some hockey players will never get the chance to do. This is amazing.”
“Thank you, Dean.” Beau touched my face lightly with the palm of his hand. He leaned forward and kissed me lightly.
I blushed. “Can you take a picture of me with it? I mean, when I have more clothes on.”
“Of course.” He smiled at me. “I’m glad you’re here, Dean. I missed you so much.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “I missed you, too.”
And I think I’m in love with you.But I swallowed those three words down before I could say them aloud.
Chapter Thirty
Beau
Ipushed open the door to the Garden Arena where the Terriers played and waved Dean inside. He gave me a nervous smile before he stepped inside, and I couldn’t help but admire how he looked, again, for what felt like the millionth time today. Dressed in one of my shirts with my name and number splashed all over it, his green hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans that fit him perfectly.
