“Harry, I’ve been horny for you for years.”
“Really?” I glance up at him, and he’s staring at me doing my best to pleasure him.
“Yes, Harry. My last boyfriend was in college and that was . . . gosh, almost seven years ago now. I’ve been wild about you from the moment you walked into the teacher’s lounge.”
Darius’s confession leaves me breathless. It’s like a switch flips, and my perception of his hostility crumbles, replaced by a new understanding. As he lies with his toes pointing at the headboard and my finger up his ass, I finally see what Darius has been trying to protect all these years. For someone who analyzes complex characters for a living, how did I miss the fact that this guy had a crush on me? I’m like a detective who can’t spot a neon sign!
“Want to try another finger?” I ask.
“How about your cock?”
He’s stroking me, my dick surging into his grip.
“We’re not ready for that,” I say. “We don’t have condoms. Or lube.”
“Maybe next time,” he says, panting as my second finger uncorks him from the inside.
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“Fuck, I hope so.”
He continues stroking me as I resume sucking his cock while I fuck him with my hand, and Darius now leaks so much precum I’m sure I’m hitting his spot. He’s close.
“Harry, wait. I’m, oh man. Keep fucking me like that. Wait, harder. Please. Fuck. Harry. Harry. Oh fuck, Harry.”
He’s coming undone. His hole clenches around my fingers as he fucks my mouth. His eruption is imminent. Darius tangles his fingers in my hair. He’s attempting to move me off him. No fucking way. I want to taste all of him.
“Harry, I’m coming,” he says, tugging my hair again.
Quickly pulling off, gasping, I plead, “I want your cum, Coach.”
And with that, I take him back in, sucking with all my might. It only takes about ten seconds before Darius’s balls clench, and hot, thick cum coats the back of my throat like lava as he moans through it. He bucks into my mouth, raising his ass—I think to get me to fuck him harder. I try to push my fingers deeper, despite already reaching their maximum depth.
When the last spasm glides down my throat, with aheavy sigh, Darius relaxes. “Harry Peterson. What the fuck have you done to me?”
Darius lowers his legs, and he’s still while I lick the last drops of cum from the head of his cock.
“Hopefully, whatever it was, it was good?” I ask.
“Not good. Fan-fuckin’-tastic. Now, c’mere.”
He takes my hand, guides me up so I’m resting on his chest, and kisses my head.
“I love these damn curls.”
My hand smooths over his torso, and I kiss his pec.
“Now, what about you?” he asks.
“Darius, I’m good. I swear. We need to get some sleep.”
“Okay, next time. Maybe you can come to the finals with us in Hartford. Coach Applegate isn’t going to want to leave all those adorable puppies.”
“Hmm. Another hockey game? Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
We nestle closer together, and the rhythm of his steady breathing lulls us both into a blissful sleep as I dream about peaches and pucks.
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