“Goddamn. You keep that up, Z, and I’m going to come way too fucking soon.”
I tease my tongue over his tip. “Can’t take too long, baby. We have to get to the airport.”
“Brat,” he chuckles. “Just keep your head still.”
Cameron wraps my hair around his hands and pulls tight before quickly thrusting his cock back inside my mouth. “Fuckyes, just like that, Zhuri. Such a good little slut for me. You have no idea how sexy you look with my cock in your fucking throat.”
I gulp around him again, and he twitches in my mouth. “That feels so fucking good, baby girl. Keep doing it. Be a good girl and make me come. I want to watch you swallow every drop I give you.”
His thrusts are punishing now, and I continue to gulp around him when he hits my throat. Each time I do, he loses a bit more of his control. His movements aren’t coordinated, and I’m dripping saliva all over his shaft.
“Mmm,”he groans, head thrown back in pure pleasure. “You’re such a beautiful fucking mess for me. I’m almost there, so make me come.”
He thrusts a few more times before pushing in hard a final time, and when I swallow around him, he explodes, cum pouring down my throat as I drink it all down.
Once his orgasm finishes, I let him fall from my mouth before prowling up his body. He pulls me in for a bruising kiss.
“Fuck, my favorite way to wake up now is with my cock down your throat.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Cam.”
He kisses me one more time. “I really don’t want to, but I know we need to get up now.”
“Yeah, I still have to run home and grab my things.”
“I’ll drive you,” Cameron says. “I just need to get dressed. I packed before the game yesterday.”
“Grab us some coffee, and you’ve got a deal, Kovacic.”
He smiles at me, and everything feels right in the world. “Coffee it is. Get your cute ass dressed, and we’ll stop by your place before we head to the airport.”
We’re full of smiles and laughter as we move, and I start to wonder what it would be like to wake up like this every morning.
Just happy and content with Cameron.
I don’t think I could ever want anything more.
forty-three
Cameron
Thethrilloffacingoff tonight against Jack Ledger is intoxicating.
Almost as intoxicating as being with his ex-girlfriend.
Zhuri isn’t some consolation prize in this decade-long petty rivalry between us, but knowing I’m giving her what he never could makes me a real smug bastard.
“Listen up!” I shout, Zhuri standing next to me as we look out at our rowdy teammates crowding in the tunnel to the rink. “We might not be at home, but that doesn’t mean we can’t treat this like a home game. There’s a lot of purple and cyan out there tonight in the sea of red and black, so we have plenty of fan support even here in LA.”
Zhuri adds on. “Play like you did last night, and I know we can take this win over the Lasers. Jack Ledger might be their best center, but Cam and I went to college with him. We know his weak spots. Listen to what we tell you, and he won’t get anything over on us.”
“And if you get a chance to smack him,” I smirk, “feel free to do so.”
Asher chuckles. “No love lost between you two?”
“Fuck no. Jack and I hated each other. But we also stand up for our teammates, and he’s Zhuri’s ex.”
Michael looks at me curiously. “Why do you care who she dated?”
