Pete Cliffer, in all his glory, ladies and gentlemen.
“Oh my God!” Nyx bends over and laughs hysterically. Carter has tears of laughter in his eyes, and Gavin… he just looks at his shirt, at Pete, and then at all of us. I’m about to save Pete from his rage when he laughs. No, not Pete. Gavin laughs. And I’m speechless. For a second, the room falls silent except for him. His laughter is so rare that we’re all stunned.
Then we all join him.
“All right, all right. Enough of that,” Gavin says when he finally calms down, “As funny as it was, I need to get home to get out of this… wings dressing.”
“I can help.” Of course Pete is first to volunteer.
“Oh, you’ve done enough tonight, troublemaker. But since it’s your fault I’m in this state, I guess it’s only fair for you to give me a ride home.” Wait a second. Am I hearing this right? I share a conspiratorial look with Nyx and Carter. Huh, maybe Pete was right after all.
“You got it, Grumpy bear.” And after that, one by one, they all leave. I watch Drew as he waves them goodbye from the door. I wait until he shuts it and closes the distance between us.
“So, Cap,” I say seductively, “where were we before Pete interrupted us so rudely?”
CHAPTER 17
DREW
I lift his hands, and place them around my neck.
“I believe you were about to devour my mouth,” I whisper and lean in to lightly brush our lips together. He tastes like beer and pretzels.
“Really?” He asks, batting his eyelashes. And I nod with a smirk, trying to dive for his mouth again, but he dodges. “That’s where you’re wrong, Cap.”
“Oh am I, how so?”
“Well, what I have in mind involves your mouth for sure,” he licks his lips, and I trail the movement of his pink, silky tongue with my eyes, “But a little further south of the border.” He lowers his hands to my chest, then lower as he grabs the hem of my henley and pulls it up and over my head, throwing it behind him.
“I mean, my team suffered a terrible loss. I need a consolation prize.” He looks at me, his eyes widening, and his bottom lip extends like the Puss in Boots meme he used to send to me when he was trying to get his way. Shaking my head at his ridiculousness, I link my fingers with his.
“Come on, I need to shower game night off me, and we’ll see about thatconsolation prizeyou mentioned.” I turn him quickly and slap his ass.
When Ryan reaches the top of the stairs, he turns and launches himself at me, his clothed chest brushing against my bare one as we stumble toward the bedroom, locked in a heated kiss.
I’m hard as a rock, and I can definitely feel a damp spot on my boxers from the leaking precum as he starts to strip down in front of me while pushing me toward the ensuite bathroom.
“Better get those jeans off now Cap, wet denim is a bitch to pull down.”
Laughing at his eagerness, I quickly pull off my jeans and boxers in one swift move before stepping into the shower and flicking on the multiple shower heads I had installed last year. Spinning around, I grip the back of his neck, pulling him into the glass enclosure and pressing his back against the cold tile wall, enjoying the little hiss he releases on contact.
I lick a path down his throat, grazing his Adam's apple with my teeth as I thread my fingers through his damp hair and swallow his groans as my mouth latches to his.
“You’re driving me crazy, Cap,” he moans, rolling his head back against the tiles and panting out of breath from the endorphins flooding his system.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” Reaching for the shower gel and squeezing a good amount of it on my palm I start to massage his body. His strong arms, tattooed torso, and abs twitch with every brush of my fingers.
When I kneel, he spreads his legs wider in anticipation, leaning against the wall, but I start from his feet, slowly going up. I dig my fingers harder into his calves.
"Oh god, that feels so good." His panting breaths echo off the glass surrounding us. I don't slow my firm massaging slide up his legs until I'm at his groin, and his dick is just there, pointing expectantly at my face. I gently grab him in my soapy hand and pump it a few times while tracing my other hand back to cup his balls.
“Drew, hurry the fuck up, or I’m gonna come on your fucking face. Right the fuck now.” He is on edge. Three fucks in one sentence might be a record.
“Oh no, you don’t. You told me I could get my reward.” I tease him.
“Your reward? It was…” I don’t let him finish. His train of thought is shattered instantly when I wrap my mouth around his leaking tip. “Oh fuck!” His moan is long and low, and it goes right to my dick, along with the salty taste of his precum bursting on my tongue.
“Mhm, you like how I taste, don’t you?” I take him deeper, and he puts his hand on the back of my head, taking advantage of the position where he can be in control. He thrusts his hips, and his cock slides into my throat, making me almost gag, but I don’t stop. I swallow around him, and his legs begin to tremble as I slide a finger down over his taint, to his hole, still slippery from the soap. I massage it with the tip of my finger, and his dick twitches in my mouth.
