Okay, so maybe the team is too dumb to notice, but Coach isn’t.
Jacobs and I side-eye each other.
“Now hit the showers early and take the rest of the day off,” Coach says. “Us coaches will pack this down.”
The rest of the guys shoot up to their skates and off the ice basically before Coach has finished his sentence.
Jacobs and I aren’t in a rush.
He smiles at me while we skate toward the chute. “A whole afternoon and night off. What could we possibly get up to?”
“If that’s your way of asking me on that second date, your delivery needs some work.”
“Oh, and the way you asked was so romantic. The only reason I knew it was a date was because you told me to change my shirt.”
I shove him. “Ask me out properly, dick.”
He laughs. “Hey, asshole, wanna go out tonight?”
“With such sweet pet names like that, it’s amazing we’re not totally in love yet. But yes. I will go out with you tonight.”
The kids up ahead go into the visitors’ locker room while we’re the last into ours. The guys are already in the showers, and part of my wickedly horny mind wonders how long it’ll take for them all to shower and get out of here.
I tell myself not to make eyes at Jacobs while we enter the showers. We take stalls next to each other, and the partitions mean I can’t see anything good, but I can’t even look at his face without my body responding.
The others are talking about plans for the rest of the day seeing as we’re getting out early. They mention going to the movies, so that’s out for us unless we want to be found out or make this a group date.
“Beck, what are you doing?” Cohen asks.
“I’ll probably hang out with my sister. We haven’t spent much time together since she showed up.”
“Bring her out with us.”
“She’s nineteen,” I growl. “I ain’t letting her near any of you.”
There’s a round of snickers.
“Jacobs?” Cohen asks.
I turn to him, but he ducks his head under the water.
When they call him again, he screws up his face. “What? I can’t hear you.” He disappears under the spray again.
I can’t help laughing.
It doesn’t take long for the showers to clear out and for the sound of talking in the locker room to die down.
I think they’re all gone.
“Nice diversion,” I say.
He ducks his head under the water again, and I laugh more.
When he faces me, I say, “Hey, Jacobs? I’m naked over here.”
He cocks his head. “Are you? I shower with my underwear on.”
I peek over the stall to see his cock on its way to hard. “Liar.”
“Shame you don’t put out until the second date.”
“Well, technically it’s the start of our second date.”
His eyes fill with heat, but he hesitates.
“Go make sure they’re all gone,” I say.
He nods and turns his water off, wrapping his towel around his waist as he wanders into the locker room.
Jacobs’s blinding smile reappears seconds later. “All gone.”
He drops his towel and enters my stall.
His muscular arms box me in as my back hits the cool tile.
He whispers, “What do you want?”
“You. On your knees.”
He leans in and kisses a path up my neck. “You like my mouth on you.”
I like you, I want to say but don’t. “Anywhere you’re willing to put it.”
He chuckles against me. “I’ll remember that.”
My hips thrust forward, grinding our cocks together.
“Okay, okay. Impatient much?” Jacobs sinks to his knees.
Damn, he looks good down there.
He teases my head, his tongue darting out to lightly lick along the tip.
“Shit.” My hand flies to his hair, pulling on the long strands until they’re wrapped around my fingers.
Jacobs’s gray eyes meet mine as he closes his mouth over my cock and sucks me deep.
I’m willing to give him the BJ king title because holy shit, even after countless times doing this to him, I haven’t quite mastered it like he has.
I can make him come no problem, but getting him there takes a while. He has me teetering on the edge within seconds of touching me.
It feels like forever since he’s had his mouth on my dick when it’s only been days.
Whose idea was it to not put out last night again? Because they’re a dumbass. It couldn’t have been me. Nope. Not when Jacobs makes me feel the way I do right now.
I grunt and thrust into his mouth. He takes it without issue.
He pulls off my cock. “Fuck my mouth.”
My hand tightens in his hair. “Are you sure?”
“I can take it.”
I have no doubt he can. The other times he’s blown me, we’ve been horizontal because he loves playing with my ass while he does it.
This is … different.
His hand grips the base of my cock. “Failsafe. Just in case.”
I release his hair and run my thumb over his cheek. “Are you really sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”