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Caleb

Leo’s been gone a couple of days, and I’m dying to see him. I’m the first one dressed for practice and itching to get on the ice. It’s his job to pay attention to me, and my stomach flutters, anticipating his watchful eyes.

I wouldn’t say I almost ran Ace down in an attempt to see Leo as soon as possible, but I did step on his skate. Oopsie.

On my first lap, I can’t find Leo, but my skin tingles, so I know he’s here. All the tension my body has held releases, knowing he’ll be with me soon. I’m in way over my head, acting like a kid jonesing to see my crush.

I go through the drills on autopilot and sneak peeks at Leo.

He’s wearing a black Enforcers long-sleeve, dry-fit jersey that clings to his muscles.

It’s tight across his chest, and I have the urge to know the texture of the hair that’s under there.

His chest hair is dark, but there are hints of gray—the same as his temples.

Practice drags since I’m away from Leo, but after an eternity, Coach breaks us up and assigns us media rooms to watch film. We walk to the small room where the chairs are close together and have collapsible side tables.

I expect Leo to sit next to me but practically jump out of my skin when he does.

I’m vibrating with the need to talk to him.

Find common ground like we did in the hotel room and talk like we’re the only two people in the world.

His aura has been blue all practice, and now it’s turning red.

It gives me a false sense of hope that I’m the person enticing passion in his aura.

During the tedious breakdown of film, Leo puts a hand on my bouncing knee, and his touch goes straight to my groin. I shift, but if he checks out my lap, my excitement will be obvious.

Near the end, Mason ducks in the room. “Hey, I’m going home to ice my leg. Can you catch a ride with Liska?”

I’m nodding before he finishes asking, but Leo cuts in. “I can take him home. How does dinner sound later?”

“Great.” Mason smiles and leaves.

Pushing Mason out of my head, I’m elated with the good fortune of spending more time with Leo. Alone. In a car. I gulp in air, and Leo pounds my back as I choke.

The goalie coach ends the session, but I’m pulsating with arousal, craving Leo. He quizzes me as everyone else leaves.

The door shuts behind them with a click.

“You’ve been on edge all day. Am I making you uncomfortable?” Leo asks.

“No!” I swallow hard and lower my voice. “No, you don’t make me uncomfortable.” If I were wearing jeans, I’d be uncomfortable with a hard-on, but I can’t blame him.

“I feel like I put you in the middle of Mason and me. I’m sorry if that’s difficult for you.” He twists, fully facing me, and I want to climb him like a tree.

“It’s fine,” I say automatically.

He heaves with a disappointed sigh, and I deflate.

“Please don’t tell me it’s fine when it’s not. I took advantage of our power dynamic, and I don’t have an excuse.”

I see red and stand up, fists clenched, suddenly furious as my blood boils. “Do not…do not paint me as a victim. If anyone took advantage, it was me. I’m not some pathetic child you need to coddle.” I’m breathing heavily and vaguely think I should take a calming breath, but that’s not happening.

Leo stands and grips my shoulders. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You’re a grown, capable man and definitely not a victim.”

We stare at each other in a standoff, the air between us sparks to life with the current of attraction.

“I’m the problem,” he whispers. “I can’t shut down whatever this is. Whenever I’m around you, need takes over my senses.” Leo’s hand lands on my arm, scorching me, and his eyes glow with lust.

What he’s saying isn’t a good thing. He’s not telling me he wants this. It’s the opposite, but my brain zeroes in on the word need .

As if in slow motion, his other hand cups my hip, squeezing.

I grab the back of his head and smash our mouths together.

Kissing him is like the first save after a bad streak, a sigh of relief, coming home.

Leo’s hand adjusts to fist my T-shirt, and for a moment, I’m afraid he’s going to push me away, but he tugs me closer.

Our tongues tangle, and he groans into my mouth.

His palms flatten and stroke my chest, shoulders, and upper arms. Brazenly, I thread my fingers through his silky black hair and hitch my leg on his hip. I can’t get close enough. My body screams with the effort to get under his skin. Live in his heart. Feel his entire body weighing me down.

His arm grabs my thigh, securing us together, grinding against me, our hard cocks straining to get loose.

“Wait.” He pulls back, and I could cry at the regret I’m about to see. “Don’t move.” He nips my jaw and sets my foot back on the floor. My body seizes as he strides to the door, and I’m positive he’s going to leave me here, but he locks it.

I meet him halfway because every second counts until he remembers all the reasons why we’re a terrible idea. I can’t think too hard or second-guess this either.

His lips are firm, and he commands my body with light touches.

“Please,” I beg, and don’t know what I’m asking. I would commit a crime for a soft bed right now. Horizontal would be so much better, but I’ll take whatever he’ll give me.

Both his hands palm my ass cheeks. Our bodies align perfectly. Eye to eye. Chest to chest. Dick to dick. There’s a constant whimpering sound, and I realize it’s coming from my throat. He lifts me a couple of inches off the floor, and I’m a mess for him.

We’re a beautiful disaster about to wreck each other.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he groans. I’m giddy with the reality of his lust.

“You were made for me.” He speaks against my lips so the words tumble down my throat, into my chest, and make a home inside me. I’ll always cherish them.

“I assumed time apart could cure my desire for you, but it made it worse. Knowing how you taste made me ravenous,” he growls.

“Show me how to make you feel good.” I lick into his mouth to suck his tongue, and a feral need for it to be his cock takes over.

One second, I’m in his arms, and the next, I’m on my knees, asking with my eyes for the privilege of pulling his pants down.

Leo has the slow, lazy smile of a man who’s about to get what he wants. His fingers sift through my hair, and he tugs at the ends so my neck stretches long at his mercy.

“Do you want to be my Good Boy and take my cock out?” he purrs.

I shudder, and my dick stands at attention, tenting my sweatpants and leaking.

“Yes, sir. Please. Make me your very Good Boy.” I hold back the hysterical laughter that bubbles in my chest, joy trying to escape at being his Good Boy—his anything at all.

I’m ready to declare my allegiance to Leo the Conqueror.

“I fantasized about this,” he says casually, as if his words don’t flip every switch in my body, lighting me up like a galaxy of suns. “I knew you’d look gorgeous on your knees for me, eager to please. Open your mouth.”

My jaw drops, and I stretch as wide as possible, placing my hands palms up on my thighs.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asks.

It’s difficult to swallow with my mouth open, but I manage, yet no words come out, so I shake my head. I’m not experienced, and he could stop this.

“I’ll teach you. You’ll never have to question what I want. Sound good?”

This has to be a dream or a joke because I think I’ve died and gone to whatever nirvana exists after we pass.

Leo’s chuckle booms in the space, surrounding me like a hug.

“I’ll take that expression as a yes unless you tell me otherwise.

” He cups my jaw tenderly, and I rub my cheek against his hand.

Leo murmurs something too low for me to hear, but I see the fondness in his eyes and our auras are matching red.

He uses his other hand to tug his pants down to his knees.

My tongue runs across my bottom lip, wetting it for him.

When I saw his cock, he wasn’t hard and I’ve never been up close and personal with an uncircumcised penis.

Honestly, I haven’t been this close to any dick, and I have no desire for another one. Only Leo’s.

“Stick out your tongue.”

My tongue quivers as he places his head on it, and instinctively, I understand I have to wait for his next instruction.

I exercise extreme effort not to taste him.

He’ll let me when he’s ready. I inhale deeply, drinking in his rich, musky scent.

It’s literally mouthwatering, and I’m in danger of drooling.

“So good.” He scratches my scalp, and I sigh with contentment. “Lick me.”

I swirl my tongue around his tip and taste the salty precum, lapping at his slit as he makes more for me. Greedily, I trace his ridge and a vein down to his base and back up. When I glance up, his eyes are hooded and my dick jumps in response.

“Take me in as far as you can.” He palms my skull and guides me forward.

I’ve done research, and the mechanics seem simple, but he’s so big. He’s thicker than I am and longer too. I take him into my throat and try to swallow but choke, and my eyes tear, so it’s hard to see.

He pulls his hips back, taking his length halfway out, but his cock remains heavy on my tongue.

“That was amazing for your first time. You make me proud.”

I preen with watery eyes, vowing to practice and learn to control my gag reflex.

“Go ahead and explore me. Then I’m going to fuck your mouth.” His finger runs along the corner of my lips, and I close my eyes. This is the dream I never want to wake from.

Inhaling his musk, I find every vein and dip along his cock and nuzzle his balls, sucking them one at a time. He tastes like he smells, like rich cedarwood, earthy musk, and salty deliciousness.

His balls tighten, and he’s gone in a flash.

“I won’t last if you keep doing that.” He strokes himself, and I’m jealous of his hand.

“Come here, Good Boy. Do you want to know what it’s like to get your face fucked?” he asks, and my head bobbles as if it’s barely attached. “Are you going to drink my load? I’ve been saving it for you.”

Dead. I’m dead. Leo’s dirty talk has killed me, but I’m determined to stay conscious for a little while longer to die with his release inside me.

My mouth stretches, and he rubs the side of my jaw. “Relax. Let me do all the work.”

That’s the only warning I get before he thrusts in, and I gurgle around him. His eyes glow amber as he becomes the hunter taking his prey. My body goes lax in submission, willing to be his in every way and give him what he needs.

I lose myself in his hypnotic stare and the rhythm of his hips. My sole purpose is to take his cum. My eyes drift closed.

“Eyes on me. Let me see your pretty face.” His voice is rough and hoarse, dragged up from his chest.

He called me pretty, but he’s larger than life—a superhero hockey god. Even on my knees, it doesn’t seem possible I’m the one he wants.

This time when his balls draw up, he gasps for air. “Open your throat.”

I panic for a minute, remembering how to relax as he drives relentlessly into me. As soon as his thick cum spurts down my throat, I swallow and swallow and swallow. I wonder if people have different amounts of cum because this seems excessive, like a dinosaur amount.

“Fuck.” Leo bends over me, using my head to keep himself upright. “I think my soul came out of my cock.”

That would explain it. I lick the sides of his shaft, trying to find every trace of his release.

His cum’s so savory; it’s the best thing I’ve ever devoured, and I wish it would live in my body forever.

I’ve officially achieved a life goal of tasting Leo’s cum, and I’ll never be the same.

Some addicts say they get hooked from one hit, and I already envision Leo as a hard-core habit.

“You took it all,” he says in awe, and a shiver runs through him, but I clamp my lips on his dick so it won’t leave me. “Where did you come from?” he asks, draping himself over my back.

After another minute of us catching our breath, he gingerly pulls out. “Such a Good Boy, but open your mouth.”

His cock belongs in my mouth, but he’s going to take it out.

I grumble but obey. Only because he called me a Good Boy. I don’t want to ruin that. He fixes his pants and sits down.

“Spectacular.” He takes my hands in his, and suddenly I no longer feel satisfied. His aura isn’t red, and it blinks out completely. I know that happens when I get stressed, but I hate not being able to read him.

Leo sighs. Everything good evaporates.

What was I thinking? He’s too good for me.

Leo opens his mouth to speak, but I’m out the door before any words make it to my ears.