He broke the kiss with a gasp, tilting his head back against the headboard. “Fuck…”
I took advantage and started on his neck, and holy shit, the thrum of his voice against my lips had no business being that sexy.
“God, Avery,” he slurred. “You are so…” He moaned again, and his grip tightened around my dick, driving a hiss from my lips. “Get the lube,” he ordered. “I want to make you come like this.”
He almost made me comeexactlylike that. I shivered hard, biting my lip as I tried not to lose control and shoot my load all over him.
Peyton’s laugh was low and wicked. “Mmm, somebody’s turned on by that idea.” He stroked me a little harder. “You close?”
I gasped, thrusting into his hand. “I’ve been close since we were in the kitchen.”
“Exactly how I like you,” he purred. Then he loosened his grasp. “Get the lube.”
I got the lube. We both put some on, and a moment later, oh hell, now I was close to losing my mind. His slick strokes. His incredible kiss. I had to fighthardnot to come, and I did fight it because I wasn’t ready for this to be over.
We kissed hungrily as we pumped each other furiously. I couldn’t help thrusting into his tight fist, fucking relentlessly against him as I chased my orgasm and worked like hell to get him there too. His cock was rock-hard in my hand, pre-cum joining the lube, and when I added a twist at the head, his throaty little moan was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
Peyton broke the kiss first, and he was deliciously breathless. “Come, baby. Oh, God. Come. Please.”
I thrust harder into his hand. “You getting there?”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned his head back against the headboard again, his kiss-swollen lips parted and his eyes on fire. “I am so…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, baby…”
Then he cried out as he thrust up into my grip, and hot cum erupted over my hand and onto my stomach, and in seconds, my entire world exploded into bliss. We kept pumping each other until we both shuddered and relaxed.
As the dust settled, I trembled on top of him. He had an arm slung around me—when he’d done that, I couldn’t say, but I loved the way it felt.
“Oh my God,” he murmured. “This… This is definitely more fun than practicing.”
I laughed, sounding about as drunk as I felt. “Think Coach will let us chalk it up as an off-ice workout?”
Peyton snorted. “Let’s ask. See what hesays.”
“Yeah, let’s not and say we did.”
He chuckled and drew me down into a kiss. This was the lazy, gentle kiss I’d intended when we’d been leaning against the kitchen island. The hotter, sexier kiss downstairs had worked out pretty damn well, though.
After a moment, we reluctantly separated to get some tissues and clean up the cum and lube.
Peyton wrapped his arms around me, and we sank onto the mattress, all gentle kissing and soft touches now.
“Think the guys will be mad?” he murmured, grinning against my lips. “That we bailed on them?”
“Eh, I’ll buy them dinner next time we’re on the road.” I slid my hands up his back. “Pretty sure they’ll get over it.”
He chuckled. “Should probably check our phones. Make sure they got the messages.”
“Mmhmm. Probably.” I pulled him in close, and we were off and kissing again.
He was right, though, and after a minute or two, I pried myself away from him and got up. I threw on a pair of gym shorts and went downstairs to grab his pants and our phones.
On my way up the stairs, I looked at my phone, and I let out a bark of laughter. As I walked into the bedroom, Peyton craned his neck. “What?”
I had to be bright red as I crossed the room. “Uh, well?” I handed him his phone as I sheepishly said, “They got the message about practice, buuut I think we’re busted.”
“Oh, fuck. Really?” He took the phone and looked at the screen, which showed the same incredibly busy group chat that was on mine.
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