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I squeak as his lips latch around my hole and he sucks. It’s shocking and exceptionally good.

Mav climbs up my body and pinches my jaw so it opens. He spits his cum from my ass into my mouth.

I swallow and sweep his mouth with my tongue. “That’s the fucking hottest thing to ever happen to me.”

“We’re only getting started, Angel,” he promises, and I’m hit with a sensation of my entire world turning topsy-turvy.

“You’re going to kill me.” I grin.

“Only if I survive you.” He takes our kiss deeper.

“Something to look forward to in round two,” I say, and he laughs, shaking my body along with his.

After round two, we shower and Mav washes me with tender care, running his soapy hands over me to clean every inch. He tilts my head into the stream of spray to wet my hair. He washes it while giving me a scalp massage, and he has to hold me up. I’m putty in his large, capable hands. After he rinses, he draws conditioner through my curls, leaving it in for a few minutes while inspecting my ass for any damage. He kisses my sore hole better.

Next it’s my turn to wash him, and I’m every bit as thorough as he was. His nipples are so sensitive the slightest touch causes his cock to jump. It’s a fun game to clean him and turn him on. His poor dick can’t take the stimulation, and I stop.

Naked and in my bed, I don’t plan on moving for days.

“Thank you.” My voice is hoarse from yelling his name.

“If you’re thanking me for sex, believe me, it’s no trouble.” His hand lazily strokes my spine.

“Then you should thank me,” I quip, and nip his chest. “But I meant for tonight, the entire experience. I explained it horribly while not having a panic attack.” My index finger traces his abs. “But if you’d told high school Sky that you’d take me as your date to a fancy gala with press and paparazzi, and not break a sweat, I’d have cursed you and your descendants for lying. On top of that”—I forge ahead so we don’t get sidetracked—“you handled the guy who recognized me as angeldancer4 with shocking control. If the roles were reversed, you’d witness ‘petty, kick his shins and run’ Sky.”

“Really?” His eyes shine and I nod. “If we reversed roles, what would my name be?” he asks.

I lift my head to stare at him. “Who are you and what did you do with Maverick Maher?” Him kidding about being a sex worker himself is more than my brain can take.

“I want a cool name too.” He pouts. “I could be skaterdemon71.”

“Not bad, though using your jersey number might be too on the nose. And no one calls you a demon.” I rub my cheek against the faintest hint of his stubble. “Please don’t ignore my feelings.”

Mav sucks in a breath. “Sorry, I’m not ignoring it as much as kicking myself in the head. I set the bar so low in high school that it’s embarrassing. You should’ve dumped me long before graduation.”

“I knew you weren’t hurting me on purpose and that coming out would change your world. You might not have been drafted if you had outed yourself. It’s horrible but a reality. Even after tonight, if you want to stay in the friend zone, I understand. I’m not pressuring you to come out. We can keep doing what we’re doing.”

Mav sits up, taking me with him. “This is what I’m talking about. You deserve more, and you’re already preparing for less.” He growls. “Sky, I…” He looks panicked but continues. “I want to call you my boyfriend in public. I’m not afraid of other people, including my parents, finding out. Don’t expect me to treat you worse than shit. It sucks.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Please, don’t do something you’re not ready for. I can’t be the guy who forced you out of the closet. But you’re right, most of it is based on my fear.” I kiss his jaw. “How about I make it up to you and take you to Italy?”

“What a great suggestion. Rome and the Amalfi Coast?” He lies flat with me on his chest. “We’ll have to plan it in the summer. After hockey.”

“Of course. Do you forgive me?” I ask. It’s difficult to understand when I’m being supportive of his choice and when I’m forcing my choice on him. If coming out ends up hurting us, I’ll never forgive myself. He doesn’t owe anyone details about his sexuality.

“There’s nothing to forgive except what a clueless dick I was in the past. It’s on me, not you.” Mav caresses my back once more.

“How about we each take blame for being young and dumb, but promise considerable improvement?” My pinky edges closer to his side, and he jumps.

“As long as you don’t tickle me. I’ll agree to anything,” he says, and his phone has the nerve to interrupt. “We’re ignoring it. It’s probably my parents, and they do not belong in the bedroom with us.”

“No argument from me. What time do you have practice tomorrow?”

“Just a lift in the afternoon. What’s on your calendar?”

“I cleared it for you. When you’re home, I want to be with you,” I say shyly.

“We could share calendars, and it might make it easier,” he offers. “But on one condition.” His eyes swing to mine. “You’ll agree we’re together, exclusive, and we tell people who ask.”