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“Do you think you’re going to be able to hold it together this time?” I ask as my hands draw closer to where we both want them most.

“If I don’t, I’ll just see myself out. I promise I’m not a virgin.”

My teeth grind at that.

“Don’t talk about other men while you’re in my bed.”

“N-No, I’m not. I’m just⁠—”

His words cut off when I wrap my hand around his cock.

“Fucking hell.”

I smirk at him as I set a slow pace, teasing him mercilessly.

“I can’t believe you’re still clothed,” he pants.

“What’s wrong? Not into delayed gratification?”

“I’ll be into whatever you want me to be, if you get naked for me.”

I chuckle. “Please me, and I’ll get naked for you.”

“How—” Swallow. “How do I do that?”

“Don’t come until I tell you to.”

His response is a manic laugh.

“That would be easier to agree to if I didn’t currently have a hockey legend stroking my cock.”

“Legend, huh?”

“Now isn’t the time to be modest, Nash. You’ve already scored.”

“What if I did this?” I ask, leaning forward and licking up the length of his dick.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’ll—Fucking, hell, Nash,” he cries when I finish the move off by sucking on his tip.

Holy fucking hell, does he taste good.

“You know my name is Cooper, right?” I point out once I’ve released him.

“Y-Yeah, I do. I just⁠—”

His words falter again as I take him back in my mouth.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, one hand fisting my sheets, the other twisting in my hair. “Fuck. Your. Mouth.”

“Just remember not to come.”

A pained laugh spills from his lips.

“Cooper Fucking Nash is blowing me. Oh yeah, I’ll totally keep it together.”

I don’t think the laugh that rumbles in my chest helps him all that much.

“You’re ruining blow jobs for me. No one is ever going to blow me this good ever again. Fuck. Who knew all that stick-handling would give you skills like this.”