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I slid more of his hardness into my mouth, tracing the lines of his veins with my tongue lazily. I tickled my fingers around the base before dropping them to cup his balls and knead them lightly in my palm. By the time I was done, I was going to destroy Atlas’s mind.
Finally, he gave in to whatever inner voice he’d been fighting with and reached down to grab my hair and hold on tightly. His hips began to rock, too, and I settled in, ready to take a brutal fucking. Atlas was a beast, and while I hated to admit it, I enjoyed every second when he took charge.
His thrusting started out gentle, and then as if he’d remembered he didn’t like me, he fucked his cock deep into my throat. I choked, and he grunted in desire, as though the sound of me gagging on him was arousing.
He held on to my hair tighter, tugging until it hurt, and began to fuck into me deeper. My throat took the brunt of his thrusts, and even though it burned and I continued to gag, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of asking him to slow down. I’d begun this, and I was going to finish it.
In the living room, Mom laughed at something in the movie, and my entire body tensed.
“Fuck,” Atlas murmured, shuddering. “You fucking slut. Take my cock while our parents are in the other room.”
I moaned quietly because as sick as it probably was, I liked the idea of letting him fuck my mouth while Mom and Joseph were in the living room. I grabbed his hips and dug my nails into them, and he grunted, thrusting and making me choke so badly that Mom called, “You boys better not be fighting.”
If only she knew....
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” His grip on my hair became deathly tight and after two more thrusts, he stilled. His cum shot down my throat, so deep inside that I didn’t have a chance of tasting the saltiness. He shuddered his way through his orgasm, cursing quietly until he was done, then finally pulled out.
My throat hurt—raw and battered. I wasn’t entirely sure if I would be able to talk today.
As if he knew the issue, he grinned as he tugged his boxers up his thighs. “I knew you were good for at least one thing.”
I rolled my eyes and stood. My cock was hard and throbbing in my sweatpants, and when he glanced at it, I shook my head. “I can take care of myself.” Except, I wasn’t going to, but he didn’t need to know my game day strategies. I smirked. “Glad I could help with that stress.”
He snorted and rubbed himself. “Like I said, you’re good for one thing, and that’s to unload into.”
I laughed and shrugged. “I’m going for a run.”
I left him there to think about what I’d done for him. By the time this afternoon came around, the strength of our team was going to be tested, and I wasn’t sure how we would do in the end.
I spent the rest of the day exercising, eating the right meals packed with protein and carbs, and preparing for the game. Coach had given us ideas on how to get ready, and I’d used them all. Keeping my muscles warm helped a lot.
Joseph had trailed around after me, giving me tips as though he knew what he was talking about, and I’d nearly snapped at him to concentrate on his son, but I’d kept my mouth shut. And I was glad I’d done that because he gave me the Lambo to drive to the arena again.
By the time I got to the home team locker room, most of the guys were already there, including Atlas. He glanced at me from where he stood at his locker but didn’t throw an insult like I’d expected. There was a sadness in his eyes that made my heart give a little throb, and as much as I wanted to turn and tell Coach Hill to give the captain position to Atlas, I still had my pride. He’d been pushing me the wrong way since I’d gotten here. Sure, the sex was fucking awesome, but that didn’t mean jack shit when it came to hockey. All I wanted to do was play.
I’d been ramped up all day, my cock alternating between half hard, soft, and a full-blown boner, and the tension had been great to rile me up for the game. After we played, I could find someone to fuck, or hell, get Atlas to drive his cock into me again.
Thane Harding waved at me, and I gave him a salute in return as I walked to my locker, which was a couple away from Atlas’s. I slid off my jacket and shoved it in with the rest of my belongings, then tugged my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the bench.
“You ready to lead the team to victory, Wystan?” Boss slapped me on the shoulder as he walked past. He was taller than me and had brawn that worked well in hockey, like Atlas. He wasn’t ready yet, so he had on a blue-and-white Polar Storms leather jacket and a suit. The bastard always looked calm and cool, and I guessed that was why they called him Boss, though I wasn’t sure.
“Fuck yeah.” I grinned. “We’re going to kick ass against St. Loren. Those pricks didn’t grow up on ice like we did.”
“That doesn’t mean fuck all.” Nikolai, our team’s bad boy with an attitude, rolled his eyes. “They can still kick our ass, dude.”
It was clear from the start that he didn’t vote for me to be captain. Same as Atlas, he’d always had a palpable dislike for me, but then Nikolai didn’t seem to be friends with many people. He had a permanently sour expression on his handsome narrow face and his hazel eyes threw ice everywhere he looked. I didn’t know what had crawled up his ass, but it wasn’t a cock because then he might be nicer.
Atlas snickered and pointed at Nikolai. “You got that right, man.”
I glared at Atlas, then Nikolai, who was only in a black tank top and a pair of suit pants. His arms had some amazing black ink, with a tattoo of a couple of horses, an angel, and a butterfly. The ironic part of the artwork was that all the subjects were a lot nicer than him.
“How about you be a team player and think positively?” I said.
Nikolai grunted out a mean laugh and straightened, swiping a hand through his medium-length brown hair that usually haloed around his face. His pale pink lips curved spitefully. “What are you? My priest? Should we recite Bible passages before we go out there about how God is good?”
Boss held up his hand to Nikolai. “Enough. If Coach Hill comes in here and sees us arguing, there’ll be hell to pay.”
Nikolai merely shrugged and turned his back to me.
