Sighing, I shake my head. “I didn’t say I don’t want to. Just… maybe not yet.”
He straddles my body and fuck, the way my dick immediately begins to pulse when he presses his to mine as he leans over me. His hands bear his weight on either side of my head as he looks down at me with that same sexy as fuck smirk. If he keepslooking at me like that, I think I will lose all ability to say no to anything.
With his eyes trained on mine, he deliberately rolls his hips, his cock grinding into mine. I groan, my hands reflexively going to his hips.
“Wanna fuck like this?” he asks and I nod. “Wrap your hand around our cocks, Caulder.”
My cheeks heat. Hell, my entire body burns as I reach between us and grip our dicks. Lo leans back and drops some spit between our cocks.
“Hold tight.”
My grip tightens and I think I can feel my hand around my throat. He rolls his hips, shoving his dick further into my hand, rubbing it tightly against my cock. I groan, shivering as he pulls backward, bringing his dick the other way.
He spits again and I jerk a little when it hits my dick. Then he does it again, rolling his hips. He repeats this, always adding more spit until we’re slick. When we’re moving with little friction, Lo fucks into my hand harder. Quicker. My body moves with his, unable to stop myself.
“That’s it,” Lo praises. “Squeeze harder. Jerk us—fuck, yes, like that.”
My free hand is gripping his arm, as if holding on. My eyes move between his face and our dicks, unsure what is hotter right now. The hot, aroused expression on his face, or the way our dicks look together. Maybe it’s the tensing of his abdominal muscles, flexing as he moves. Or the way his sculpted biceps shift as he moves.
Lo leans down suddenly and takes my mouth in his. His kiss is hot. Devouring. It makes this whole thing hotter. I’m so close. So fucking close.
We rut against each other, groaning. His teeth sink into my lip and my balls draw up tight. I make some weird sound whenhis hand joins mine around our dicks. The first time his thumb brushes our slits, I lose my shit and come everywhere.
Since I’ve recently had three orgasms, it’s not the fountain it was the first time. I probably could have punched a hole through the back of Lo’s mouth with the force of it. But this one, though just as intense, is more like a dribble that leaks out.
It still gets everywhere because of the way we’re thrusting together. Spattering over us. Painting my stomach and chest. Lo sucks on my lip as he comes. Feeling the way his cock pulses in my hand in time with his grunts makes me ache.
This is so hot. Feels so good. Another amazing orgasm.
Then he rolls off me and we lay on our backs, panting. I stare at the ceiling, my hand still on my cock, slowly, lazily stroking it.
“Best way to wake up,” Lo murmurs.
I huff. That’s a fucking understatement. Yes, definitely the best way to wake up for sure.
We both jump when his alarm goes off. It’s not my alarm because I didn’t set one. He laughs as he rolls off the bed and starts hunting through a pile of clothes until he finds it. I stare at his sexy naked ass bent over, and don’t look away when he turns toward me.
He said we can look at each other. Specifically. So I’m going to look.
I take this moment to truly drink him in. He’s mesmerizing. Not ridiculously sculpted, but there’s definite definition everywhere. Thick, hairy thighs but a smoother torso. There’s a hint of hair there, then more below his stomach and driving south where he’s definitely manscaped.
Lo’s arms are sexy. Strong. Thick. I’m not well versed in dick—obviously—but I think his is pretty perfect. It’s just right as far as I’m concerned when it comes to thickness and length. He has a perfect head and perfectly proportioned balls. Everything about this man is sexy as fuck.
That ass, though. All hockey players have nice asses. It’s just the nature of how we exercise. We need strong thighs, and the glutes are part of many of those workouts.
And Jesus, I could look at his face all day. Especially when that smirk is in place. Like it is now. I flush when I realize I’ve been caught.
“Like what you see?”
I sit up, but lean back since I’m full of cum. Although, the sheets need to be washed so I shouldn’t care too much. “Yes,” I admit as I examine the mess on me. If I were a braver man, I’d take a taste of our mixed loads. I’m not that man, though. Raising my eyes to his, I say, “You’re hot.”
Lo grins. “Come on. Let’s get in the shower.”
Sighing, I get to my feet and hurry to the bathroom before I leave a trail behind me. I step into the shower and flick on the water. A burst of icy water makes me step backward into the cold tile wall and I grunt.
He chuckles as he steps in with me, closing the glass door behind him. It’s a good size shower, but he crowds against me, his hands running through our mess and down to wrap around my soft dick. The fucker gives a twitch, bravely trying to get hard again.
“I’m going to need a minute if you want to go again,” I tease. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
