“It’ll fit.” We say it together and laugh, making me realize how much I love being in love with my best friend. Some people never get to feel this kind of love—I’m one of the lucky ones.
I take one more deep breath before I push down farther until I meet his groin, and then I immediately do it all over again. If Ican get through the initial discomfort, we’ll both feel better. His worried expression makes my heart ache.
We both start moving as one, his hands on my hips, with tentative, shallow thrusts as he watches me. I wet my lips and wrap them around his nipple, sucking and licking until my tongue prickles from the sensation. I sink my teeth into his pec, then kiss the soreness away, leaving a pink mark in my wake.
“Aahh, fuck, Oz.” He throws his head back, his hand grabbing my aching cock. “I need to come—fuck, why does this feel so different, so good?”
I smile, knowing exactly why it feels so different.
Bodie takes my face between his hands, bringing me up to meet his tongue, licking his way into my mouth. He’s such a great kisser, making it so much easier to relax and let him thrust up into me harder, putting those powerful hockey-players thighs to work. I never really cared for bottoming before now, but Bodie has changed my whole perspective.
His movements become more urgent, needy. Skin slaps against skin as his groin slams into my ass, his stomach dragging over my cock with every thrust. Reaching between us, I fist my cock tightly, stroking hard and fast with him inside me until we both fall over the edge together. He thrusts once, twice more, holding me down on him as he pulses inside me, his warm cum filling me up. I lean forward as I orgasm, biting into his neck as my body shudders. My cum bursts in strands across his stomach as I moan into his skin, sucking before I release him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your ass is trying to kill me.” Bodie holds on to me as my hole tightens around his spent cock, both of us gasping for air as we come down from the high.
“I love you, Oz.”
“I love you.”
I feel his cum leak out of me as I slide up a little, and once again, panic crosses Bodie’s face. “Bryce, I forgot to put on acondom. I’m sorry. I was just so excited.” He hurriedly attempts to lift me off his cock, as if I’d let him. I pin his hands above his shoulders and lower myself the best I can with his dick starting to soften.
“I didn’t forget.” I plant a kiss on him, grinding on him as our releases coat his groin. “Thank you, beautiful.”
“For what?” He smiles a shit-eating grin.
“For changing my mind about bottoming.” I kiss the tip of his nose, massaging his shoulders and neck.
“Good, because I definitely want to do that again.” Bodie laughs as he hugs me for his second endorphin rush of the night, and the smile on his face as he snaps the strap of my jock lets me know my present served its purpose.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bodie
We did it again. Twice. I still can’t believe Bryce bottomed for me in the first place, but I’m so happy he trusted me with all of himself. Between opening up to me about his dad’s accident and then offering to let me fuck him, he’s been the most vulnerable he’s probably ever been in his life.
Since the other night, I’ve been on a high, I hadn’t come down yet, until the text messages I got a few minutes ago from Coach. I’ve been staring at my phone since, terrified of what’s to come.
Coach Walker
Hey kid. I need to see you in my office at 10 a.m.
Don’t be late.
I have an hour to get ready, and I can’t seem to move.
“He’s going to can me.” If I say it out loud, then it won’t be such a shock when it happens, right? Even if no one is here to listen.
Zombie mode activates as I get ready, just going through the motions as I surrender to my fate. Getting fired from a team at this level is almost certainly death to my career.
Driving to see Coach is a complete blur. Stepping out of the car is one of those moments where you have no idea how you got there. The walk down the corridor toward his office is even worse. The pounding in my chest has spread to my ears, and I don’t even hear my knuckles rap on the door. I walk in, not even knowing if I was granted access. When I see Coach leaning back in his chair, another man in a button-down and slacks standing next to him, and my agent sitting in a chair on the other side of the desk, I stop dead in my tracks.
“If I’m being fired, just tell me now. Put me out of my misery.”
Coach crosses his arms the way he does when he’s upset with one of us, and I almost turn and walk out the door. “Well, seeing how you played those last few games, you need to understand why you’re leaving the team.”
Fuck, I knew it.
The guy standing next to him reaches for my hand, and I clasp it out of politeness instead of running down the hall screaming. “John Finley. Talent scout for the Tornadoes. Nice to meet you.”
