Page 82 of Ricochet

“Stroke yourself. I know you have another one in you.”

I whine as I wrap my fingers around my sensitive shaft. It’s so fucking sensitive, but it’s so fucking hard too.

“Come on, baby,” he says as his hand lifts my shirt on its way back to my throat. “Don’t you want to come while swallowing everything I have to give you?”

I give my cock a slow thrust.

“That’s it. Be a good boy and come for me again.”

Something between a whimper and a moan comes out of me. It must set Stone off because he grasps my throat a little tighter, thrusts a little faster. A low snarl fills my ears.

All of it has me fisting my cock with a firmer grip, quickening my strokes.

My second orgasm hits the moment I feel Stone’s cock throbbing against my tongue, warm cum shooting down my throat. It’s not as intense as the first, but, fuck…worth it.

Stone pulls out, leaving me gasping.

He crawls onto the bed beside me, and I feel his tongue lick a long, hot swipe along my abs. Grabbing onto my arm, he pulls me into a sitting position. I sway a little like I’m drunk. When he kisses me, his tongue slipping inside my mouth, I know it’s my own cum I’m tasting off him. I’m surprised it’s more than just a few drops he’s feeding me.

We kiss deeply for a long while, the taste turning into a mix of us both.

Stone breaks the kiss but stays close, his hand against the side of my face. He smiles. “Happy?”

I smile back. “Very.”

After we get cleaned up, we spend the rest of the night sitting in bed together in our boxers. We eat our sandwiches, and Stone insists on giving me a massage after the hard hit I took.

If he didn’t transform into an unstoppable, wild beast, I might be tempted to takemorehits after tonight.

“Coach wants you to sitout this game.”

Well, can’t say I didn’t see that coming.

After stowing my bag in my station, I turn to face Nate. Callum stands beside me, and I can feel his anger from here. Although, I sense it’s directed more at me than Coach.

Everyone else’s gazes are pointedly looking away as they all get ready for practice before our second game against Vermont.

“And who’s taking my place?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Vaughn.”

I swear one of my teeth cracks.

“Coach said the decision’s up to me,” Nate says, clearly unaware how close he’s standing to a ticking time bomb. “Hewants you to sit it out, but he also knows we stand a better chance of winning with you out there.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I have to ask you a question, and then I’ll decide.” His eyesflick over to Callum then back to me. “Is something going on between you and Hayes?”

Fuck. I can’t answer that. I told Callum us coming out to the team was his choice.

Before I can think of an excuse without outright telling him no, Callum saves me.

“Yes.”

I snap my head to the side to see Callum standing there with his arms crossed and his chin raised, daring Nate to give us any shit.

An easy smile reaches my lips.