Let's Do This

by Loren Leigh

Coach yelled at me for writing on his clipboard, but I didn’t care. It was our first time on the starting lineup together. Even back then, there was something about us being on the ice together. Of all the guys I’ve skated with, I’ve never felt so in sync with someone as I do with Burkie. It’s like he can read my mind out there.

They're so pure

“I want you to fuck my mouth.” He licks his lips, his chest pitching with a shaky breath. “Until I fuckin’ gag on you, and I don’t want you to stop until I’ve sucked every drop of your cum deep down my throat.” My hand stills. “Dude.” Holy hell . . . “Were you thinking that the whole time?” “Pretty much.”

hand off to spit in it and then grip us, stroking a touch faster, heat throbbing deep in my balls. He arcs up closer to me, and my knuckles run along the ridges of his abs as his warm breath brushes my jaw. “I’ll make that sound around your dick if you fuck my mouth.” I half-laugh and half-moan. “Holy

“Gonna detonate.”

If someone said tis to me in bed i would die laughing

just want to go somewhere where shit’s okay. Where I don’t have to pretend to be anything. And that’s kinda turning out to be your bed. But if that’s not where you’re headed, then I’ll go where you are.” His green eyes come up to meet mine. “Because I don’t think it’s actually about the bed.”

“Don’t hold back.” I dip forward until my forehead falls against the bed, my ass in the air. I want him to pound into me, to feel him everywhere. My knees and thighs shake with anticipation. My fingers splay on the mattress even though he’s hardly moving. “Fucking pound me, Eden.” “Patience.”

“I love you.” It comes out quietly, tenderly. But strong. Like the truth that it really is. “I want everything with you. A life. A home. Marriage. I’d give up Montreal in a heartbeat for that. I’d give you a home you’d never have to lose.”