Page 56 of After Hours Lectures

I sunk to my knees.

I enjoyed giving head, but all the other times we’d been together; I wanted to be deep inside of him as fast as possible after he begged me to fuck him. But with Tyler’s erection staring in my face, all I wanted to do was taste him like I’d promised.

“You look so hot on your knees,” Tyler said, running his fingers through my hair.

My whole body shivered in response, meeting his eyes.

“Now, open that beautiful mouth of yours. I’m going to take it slow at first, but soon you’re going to choke on my cock while my cum slides down your throat. Is that understood?”

My dick twitched. Usually, I was the one giving orders, but a bossy Tyler had me licking my lips and nodding. I opened my mouth, tongue wagging out as I caught the bit of pre-cum on his tip and lapped up his salty drops.

“Yeah, you like the taste of me, Professor?”

I nodded, stretching my mouth over his crown.

He didn’t move, his entire body tensing as he let my tongue explore the ridges of his length. When he let out a long breath as I took him deeper, I knew he was already getting close.

I rolled my tongue over his shaft, bobbing my head. What I couldn’t get in my mouth, I circled my fist around, jacking him while I sucked him off.

“Fuck, you take my dick so good,” he murmured, his hips flexing.

I sucked harder, working my hand along his length.

“Shit. I’m going to come. Are you ready?” he gritted between his teeth, thrusting forward.

I hummed my response right before he unloaded into my throat. I barely had time to swallow before he pulled me by the hair and tangled our mouths together again.

He lapped up each bit of his saltiness on my tongue and then I was pushing him to the bed and grabbing a condom and lube from my bag.

* * *

With the pressbadges I had fromThe Hub, Tyler and I were able to get into the arena and then to where the photographers sat.

“Go ahead and set up your camera and start shooting the ice. This cutout”—I pointed to the hole in the glass—“is for your lens, but be careful because during play, the players or a puck can hit it. Everything moves fast in hockey.”

“Okay,” he replied and opened his camera bag.

The players weren’t warming up yet, but capturing the ice would let me and Tyler know if his white balance was set correctly. Once the players came out, he would get a little bit of practice with shooting before the fast-paced gameplay started.

“How did you end up covering this game anyway?” he asked.

“My hockey reporter’s wife had a baby yesterday and called me on the way to the hospital.” I snapped the lens onto my camera.

“Oh wow.”

“But I think it all worked out.” I winked.

“I’d say so.”

“Plus, my buddy Coop might get his 300thgoal tonight and I don’t mind being here to witness it.”

“300? That’s amazing.”

“Yeah. Definitely a milestone, and he’s young too.”

“How young?”

“Twenty-seven I believe.”