“Hugo,” he grunts, his knees coming up and his hips jerking forward. “Oh, god, Hugo.”
His voice makes me shiver. It excites me. The way his entire body responds to my mouth around him has me sucking him more enthusiastically. Which only has him coming undone quicker. More intensely.
“Hugo!” There’s a warning in his voice. “I’m go?—”
That’s the only warning I get before he comes. I’m shocked, though I shouldn’t be, when his release fills my mouth and immediately starts running down my throat. I pull off him, coughing, and he spurts another stream that covers my face.
I’m now laughing while I cough and try to keep my hand moving on his cock. There’s nothing more frustrating than an interrupted orgasm. I stroke him, trying to get my coughing under control so I can put him back into my mouth.
I manage, but he’s already at the end. Or I’ve fucked it up. I really hope that’s not the case.
When I’m reasonably certain he’s finished, I pull off of him. “Sorry,” I say, voice raspy. The need to cough again is right there. I’m trying to ignore it. “I wasn’t ready.”
Torin shakes his head. When his eyes open, he sputters laughter. “Ohmigod, I creamed on you!”
Taking one of my hands away, I wipe my face and bring my hand down to look at his release. Torin’s face is beet red, causing me to grin. “That’s because I was lame and pulled off you when you were in the middle of coming. I’ll get better. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to swallow, Hugo.”
I shake my head. “It’s not that. I was just surprised. Even with your warning.”
He groans quietly and reaches for me. Unsure of what to do with the cum on my hand, I wipe it on the comforter because I can push that away and we’ll wash it in the morning. With his hand on either side of my face, Torin licks up his mess.
I’m not sure why, but it sends a jolt of arousal through me. “Oh fuck, why is that hot?”
Torin laughs. His arms wrap around my neck and he drags me down so I’m crushing his body under mine. When our mouths come together this time, I’m tasting him in our kiss and… Ireallydon’t hate that at all.
Chapter Twenty-Two
TORIN
HaveI said that I hate away games?
On a positive note, Hugo and I talk all the time. When he’s on the plane or bus or whatever, we’re texting. When he’s in his hotel room, we’re on a call. It’s definitely an improvement from pining in private with only my reflection (and Fish Hugo) to keep me company.
But, like right now, when Hugo is just checking into his hotel in Toronto where their next game is tomorrow… I have nothing to do but sit here and wait. I know I’m pathetic for making my entire world revolve around this one man. But at least it’s a little more justified now. He’s my boyfriend.
My. Boyfriend!
I recline my chair back as I watch my little guy on the screen interact with the anthropomorphic animal people in my Creature Community town while I trade for some flowers. I don’t know why, but my garden sucks at growing flowers. I can grow enough fruit to feed this town for a year. Flowers? Not a chance.
My phone finally rings and I eagerly grab it. “Hello?”
“Hey,” Hugo answers. I can hear the smile in his voice. I also hear the hotel room door shut behind him with a loudslam. “Just got here.”
“Yeah? Is the room nice?”
“Eh. It’s fine. Not the worst; not the best.”
“You could be sleeping on the floor in an airport.”
“Yep. I’ll take this bed any day. What’re you doing?”
“Playing Creature Community.”
“Ah. I haven’t logged in since… well, ages. Do my people die if I don’t log in?”
Grinning, I shake my head. “No. Sometimes a lot of residents will leave your town because you abandoned it, but once you start playing again, they come back.”
