Power Plays & Straight A’s Read online Eden Finley (CU Hockey #1)

Categories Genre: College, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: CU Hockey Series by Eden Finley
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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“Are you kidding?” I manage a smile. “Besides, isn’t dorm room sex somewhere on your list of college experiences?”

“Only if you want it to be.”

Am I scared? Yes. Terrified, actually.

But when I look into Foster’s eyes, all I feel is certainty.

“Please don’t make me beg you.”

“No jokes.”

“I’m not joking.” I run my hand over his solid jaw. “I’m ready to beg.”

“As hot as I’d find that, there’s no need.” He shifts so his erection presses against mine. “Now who’s dumb idea were all these clothes?”

“You mean this one T-shirt I’m wearing?”

Foster’s hum is low and intoxicating as his hands trail up my thighs and under the shirt. They come to rest on my hips. “No underwear suits you.”

“No clothes suit you.” I barely get the words out before I’m pulling at Foster’s shirt and he reaches back to yank it over his head. His underwear follows, and as I’m reaching for the hem of my shirt his hands cover mine.

“Let me.”

I inhale sharply as Foster ducks his head to trail light kisses over my thigh. His stubble scratches my skin, and I swear it’s impossible for me to get any harder than I already am. He slowly creeps the shirt up, following the hem with his soft lips, and even when he exposes my cock, he ignores it and trails after the material over my stomach. He licks my nipple, then sucks on my collarbone before shoving the shirt over my head. As soon as I’m free, he seals my mouth with his own.

Foster’s kiss is deep and needy. I love it when he doesn’t overthink the way he treats me, and I let myself enjoy it. Let myself sink into the burning kiss, the soft hands, the warmth of his large chest against mine.

I forget to be self-conscious.

I do as Foster said. I focus on what feels good.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Foster pants.

“Have you seen you?” My legs draw him in closer, and then I give in to the urge to wrap them around him.

If he can touch me anywhere, I’m going to take full advantage of returning the favor.

Foster grinds our cocks together again then jolts back. He presses a quick kiss to my lips and reaches for the side table. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”

I want to tell him to stop promising and start doing, but it occurs to me that he’s potentially feeling a little pressure as well. Sure, he knows what he’s doing, but I don’t even know if I’m going to like it yet, and even if this isn’t a long-term thing, I know he’s concerned about more than getting himself off. If last night is anything to go by, he clearly enjoys making me feel good too.

“Lots of lube,” he says with a smirk, and there’s a loud snap as he flips open the lid. He covers two fingers then leans down to give me a quick kiss. “I’ll go slow, but if you want me to back off at any time, just say so.”

“I will.”

“And head’s up, there will be a bit of pain. It’s normal, but it also shouldn’t last long. Just keep breathing. I’ll be paying attention.”

“You’re being very serious.”

A smile creases his eyes. “It doesn’t happen often. Take advantage of it while you can.”

“I—”

He dives on my cock. There’s no build up, he swallows it right down, and I feel the tip slide into his throat.

My head drops back.

I have no idea what I’d been about to say.

Foster works up a rhythm as he eases my legs wider and then … there’s a brush of fingers over my hole.

My first response is to freak out and run at the thought of the pain, but I take a deep breath instead. I’ve gotten comfortable with my own fingers recently, so this shouldn’t be any different. This is what I want. Even though I’m nervous and exceptionally uptight, all I need to do is relax. To trust Foster.

And trusting Foster is possibly one of the easiest things I’ve ever done.

He starts to apply pressure, and I slam my eyes closed, trying to focus on his mouth, rather than what his hands are doing. It’s impossible to ignore the pain, but he works me open so frustratingly slowly that it’s more of a dull burn than anything.

I force myself out of my head and will my body to relax and just feel. The burn holds off my orgasm, and I’m able to focus properly on the way he sucks and licks and works my dick over until I’m leaking.

He seems to know when the pain in my ass has stopped because that’s when he works in another finger, and then, he brushes over my prostate.

I almost launch from the bed at the sudden unexpected surge of pleasure that shoots through me. “Argh, yes,” I pant, shifting farther down. “Do that again.”


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