Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He had my jeans undone a moment later. My shoe slipped on the ground as he shoved my jeans down toward the concrete floor. As I slipped, he grabbed my lower leg fast, steadying me with his strong hand.
“You okay?”
“I’m good. Very good,” I said.
He guided my leg back into place and I filled my lungs with air, watching as he leaned in to kiss my thigh. He brought his hand down to palm my cock from outside my boxer briefs, with only the soft fabric separating his hand from my skin.
“Look at you,” he murmured, leaning in to lightly kiss the tip of my cock, where a little spot of precum had gotten through the fabric. I moaned softly at the contact, trying to keep myself in the moment instead of melting into a pathetic puddle.
He slid down the waistband of my boxer briefs slowly, and my cock was right there in front of his face a moment later, hard and standing at attention like his dutiful servant.
I felt bare.
Exposed.
And really fucking turned on, knowing that he was seeing my cock for the first time, and I was completely helpless under his gaze.
I like that helpless feeling, with you.
Somehow it feels more like a thrill.
“Oh, God,” he murmured. “I’m going to like this.”
His hand was on my bare skin a moment later. My body was hot all over now, and my only solace was the cool air of a vent somewhere coming down over my skin.
I’d known that Jesse had bedroom eyes since the night I met him, but even that was nothing compared to how he looked when his lips were inches away from my cock. His eyes were heavy-lidded and focused.
“You make me do bad things,” I murmured.
“I know.”
He was so close to my cock now.
I expected him to tease me but instead he came down on my cock in one smooth motion, his wet mouth gliding over every inch of my length.
“Holy fuck,” I uttered as he took me to the hilt, pushing me as deep as he could take me all at once. I was buried in his mouth all at once, my cock was suddenly surrounded by heat and slickness, and I braced myself against the cool wall behind me with one hand. My other hand returned to his hair, coming down on it slowly.
He then steadied a hand at the base of my cock, holding me there above my balls as he moved in a few sure strokes with his mouth. My knees were weak as I watched him—his tattooed arm bracing me while he took my cock like a goddamn pro.
All of the confidence that Jesse projected in life, or on the ice, or even in his tone of voice, translated directly into his confidence now, too.
I watched his cheeks tighten a little around me as he worked his mouth along my cock, laying long strokes with the pad of his tongue along my underside. I whispered a little string of curse-laden praise as he deep-throated me for a moment, my head leaning back against the concrete.
“Oh, God, Jesse—”
The sound of jostling metal came through the room and my breath caught.
I quickly glanced over to the door handle of the supply closet and saw that it was being turned. The door didn’t open, thanks to the heavy boxes Jesse had slid in front of it, but somebody had tried.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Jesse pulled off me for a moment, looking over and seeing it, too. He looked up at me, bringing one finger to his lips, giving me the shh signal.
And then the motherfucker went right back down onto my cock.
The sound of a walkie-talkie beep came from right outside the door—just inches from where my cock was currently deep in Jesse’s mouth.
From outside the door, I could hear the sound of the exchange.
“Ay. Marv. Did you lock up the front closet? Got to grab a broom and change over for the free skate tonight.”
Jesse didn’t even seem to care. He was sucking me just as steady as before, trying to take me to the brink while someone might shove in at any moment.
The walkie-talkie beep came through again a moment later.
“Don’t know. Don’t think so, but I’ll be over in a few. Hang tight.”
“I’ll give it another try. Mechanism’s sticking or something. Doesn’t feel like the handle has any problem.”
As the door handle started jiggling again, Jesse released my cock, then went back in again with little, teasing strokes of his tongue.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
He just hummed in response.
I swore he was trying to make me moan even louder. Even as the sound of the door handle was still coming into the room, Jesse was tracing wet, swirling patterns with his tongue all along the tip of my cock.
I looked at anything else in the room to try to keep my voice down—staring over at bottles of glass cleaner, stacks of towels, and a big broom at the edge of the closet. Keep it steady, Minton.