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Except for Sutter himself.
Paranoid. Has shady friends. Preps for the apocalypse. Also, he doesn’t act like a rich preppy kid.
I know one. Rhett. Rhett’s the rich preppy kid stereotype. Rhett’s also one of his best friends, which makes things more deceiving, so I thought they were alike at first glance. I’ve had the misfortune of getting to know both better over the summer, and I’ve picked up on the differences. There are similarities, sure, but they’re not the same.
Not at all.
Sutter’s more like the kid who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.
His hand wraps around my cock and it does a good job of convincing me to let it go. Do I really need to know what confused him? Do I really need to know how he knew Stacey wasn’t me? Know what? Fuck it.
“Yeah, okay. Keep doing … wait a minute. That means you were flirting with my brother and you knew that you were.”
He smirks, keeping the pace, stroking my dick. “Serves you right.”
A sharp right hook connects with his jaw—his perfect jaw. It’s gonna bruise, but it doesn’t faze him. We’ve been hit too many times for a little shot to the face to do much. He gives it a little rub with his free hand, moving it back and forth.
“You’re gonna fucking pay for that, Alderchuck.”
My body spins, my hair whips, and my palms slap the wall. Sutter smacks my ass, submerging his dick inside me in one go, and there’s no more talking. My loud moan’s cut off by his large hand.
“You’re gonna have to scream into my hand, brat. Those moans are for me.”
And scream I do. Sutter rams into me with a force reserved for a hurricane and my hand moves down to stroke my cock to help things along. We should be careful, but this is the sort of reckless thing we’re known for.
“That’s it, take it. Squeeze that ass around my dick, Alderchuck. God, you’re so fucking tight.” He picks up the pace, breathing hard in my ear, hammering my prostate.
I jack myself faster, finally exploding. I sink my teeth into his hand.
“Fucking, ow, asshole,” Sutter says in the middle of his orgasm. That doesn’t stop him from collapsing his head against my neck as I rest my forehead on the side of the building. We need a minute after that one.
He sheds the condom, tossing it into the large outdoor garbage bin, and I pull up my pants, which means there’s gonna be cum soaking my underwear. Wish it was his. This might be exhibitionism, but it’s tame for us. He’s cum all over my chest and made me wear it under my clothes. Guess I could have washed it off at any time, but I didn’t want to because I’m kinky like that.
I liked being … good for him.
I watch him carefully as he inspects the bite I left on his hand. Was this our last time? I should end things now while the ending’s semi-good.
“Should I consider that a goodbye fuck?” I pull my vape pen from my pocket and take a hit.
“Why? Gimme some of that.” He takes the pen from me and seals his lips around where mine just were.
“We can’t keep doin’ this during the season for obvious reasons, and I leave for that camping trip I told you about in a week.”
“I’ll find ways to get in your ass, Alderchuck. Don’t worry.”
But I am. I figured something out today—I’m in this too deep. I can’t and won’t date Sutter. He’s not boyfriend material. Unless, well, would he want to date me? Fuck, I dunno. I’m a walking contradiction when it comes to him. He’s the last person I want to date, and the only person I want to date. He’d be theworstboyfriend, but he’d be my terrible boyfriend.
I have issues.
I take my pen back and grab some more nicotine for this. Like, I haven’t had a boyfriend in forever. I don’t bother with them as a hockey player because going off for hockey is almost like going off to war. You never see your person. I think Rhett and Logan are crazy to even try. Jack and Merc might be crazier still, dealing with two hockey schedules and a baby.
I shake my head.
“No. I’m gonna take this year seriously. No distractions.”
He rubs a hand over his face. “Is this some test? Some kind of playing hard to get thing? I don’t speak that language, kitten. You’re gonna have to spell out what you want with me.”
There he goes again. Acting mildly like a boyfriend. Just enough to make me think we could be.
