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Ruben

A few of the players needed me to check on their injuries. Some needed either ice baths or physical therapy and I needed to make sure everything was done as it should be. Brian was a great help, but he wasn’t a doctor and needed guidance. Plus, it didn’t help that I was so anxious to leave I was ready to burst. Then I remembered, this was the drama Coach had talked about.

“I want you to come in after every practice this week and we’ll repeat what we did today,” I told Joe Wright, the left wing who’d dislocated his shoulder in the last game and needed to give it time to heal.

“Will I be able to play this weekend?” he asked.

“If you let it heal.” He nodded and left the room.

After sending a text to Max, I was finally able to leave work. I thought of stopping to get food for us, but I really could only focus on getting home so he could meet me there. Traffic was heavy so it took me longer than it should have and when I pulled into my driveway I breathed a sigh of relief.

“What took you so long,” Max said as he walked over to where I was just getting out my car.

“Hey, how’d you get here so fast.” I pulled him in for a hug and he squeezed me tight.

“I left the house as soon as you sent me a text,” he said. “Show me your place.”

I took his hand and led him to the door but as soon as I had it unlocked, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me while grinding on my leg. He held my hands above my head while dragging his tongue from my ear to my throat. “So, I guess you’re happy with what Coach said?” I asked barely able to get the words out.

“So happy,” he said between kisses as he lifted my chin for better access. “Want to show me your bedroom?”

“Oh god, I want to show you so fucking bad.”

He pulled back enough to meet my eyes, he was full of fire and want, and a need so strong I could feel it. “Show me,” he whispered.

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom without even taking the time to take our coats off. I pushed him back onto the bed. “So, this is my bedroom,” I said, making him laugh.

“I feel like we’re a little overdressed, what do you think?” he asked.

Without answering I stood and took my jacket off and flung it across the room. Then I started a slow striptease and gyrated my hips while slowly taking off my shirt. His lips lifted in a lopsided grin as he watched, and the way he looked at me did crazy things to me. Kicking off my shoes I shimmied around and unbuckled my belt letting it hang before adding a few pelvic thrusts. “Have you had enough?” I asked, but all he did was shake his head without taking his eyes off me.

“Not yet.” He reached for the end of my belt and tugged me close to him. “Have you had enough?”

His lips were on mine in a wet frantic kiss that made me grow even harder than I already was. I was leaning over him and reached down to press my hand against my dick when he brushed it away and gripped me. “I haven’t had nearly enough,” I managed to say before groaning at his touch. I stood and slowly pulled my pants down, taking my briefs with them and stood in front of him with my hands on his shoulders. “Want some?”

He leaned forward and sucked my dick into his mouth without any warning. My knees nearly buckled as I gripped his shoulders tighter and hoped I had enough resolve not to blow in his mouth. “Fuck,” I managed to grit out. He leaned back and released me with a pop.

“That’s just a taste,” he said. I tugged his jacket off before pulling his shirt over his head while he struggled with his pants. Both of us were so worked up by then we couldn’t even laugh about it. Once he was totally naked, I lay on top of him. The feel of our bodies together with nothing between us was amazing and far more erotic than I expected and when our lips met this time, I knew we’d burn in the heat of passion and desire. He reached down and gripped both of us in his hand and moved his hips. My eyes closed at the sensation, and he groaned.

“Fuck,” I murmured and buried my face in his neck as he continued to move. I brushed my thumb across his nipple as we continued to kiss while he gripped us and thrust. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Then I guess it’s time to stop because I want you to fuck me,” he said like he was saying he wanted a glass of water or possibly a snack. I flung myself across to bed to grab the lube and a condom and knelt between his legs while I tore open the wrapper and slipped it on. After using a liberal amount of lube and fingering his ass until I knew he was ready, I slowly slid into him. The muscles of his stomach clenched and bunched while I fought against my body’s need to slam into him. Pulling his leg up to my waist I was finally all the way in and moved slightly to adjust. His eyes opened then. Heavy lids and pupils blown, and full of want and need and desperation. “Turn me inside out, Ruben.”

Holding myself above him with one arm while leaning in and kissing him, my hips started to move. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmured over and over.

He tightened around me, making us both gasp and using his legs he held me tighter to him. “I want to roll over,” he said before pushing me out of him and getting on his knees giving me the perfect view of his more than perfect ass. I rubbed both cheeks before shoving my dick back into him, making him grunt while pushing back against me.

Gripping his hips I pounded into him making him groan while sweat poured down my forehead and dripped onto his back. But none of that mattered, all that mattered was how good we both felt, and that we were finally able to do what we’d wanted to do for weeks without worry. I pulled him up to me and kissed along the back of his neck while reaching around to grip his straining dick. He was thick and uncut, and I loved the way his hardness felt in my hand. His hips shuddered as he grew even harder, and I knew he was close. I doubled my efforts and without warning his cum covered my hand. After a few more thrusts I followed behind before both of us collapsed onto the bed.

I was still in him, and I hated knowing his body would slowly push me out because I would have been more than happy to stay connected to him the rest of our lives. I wasn’t really sure how that would work but I definitely wanted to experience what we just did again and again.

“Wow,” he said with a slur.

“I’ll say.” Because that was literally all I could say.