Page 47 of Home Game

“I like that. The tongue, I mean.”

He let his tongue slide out a little more against the skin just above my groin, just inches from my dick. It was the most delicious little preview, both maddening and so satisfying all at once.

“God, you have a good body,” he murmured as he gently nibbled at my hip. His fingertips slid over the soft, light trail of hair that led down to my groin. “And this is really fucking hot.”

I bit my lower lip. “Thank you.”

It felt almost laughable to hear him say my body was good. He truly had one of the best bodies in the world—aprofessionallygood body—but I couldn’t deny that I appreciated his praise.

“Sohot,” he said again, in a low whisper, almost like he hadn’t even meant to say it out loud. He gripped the base of my cock in his fist and leaned over, sucking it between his lips.

And from the moment I was in his mouth again, all thoughts left my mind entirely.

All I could focus on was how good it felt. He seemed slightly unsure about what technique to use at first, but to be honest, that only made it better for me. He tried different things—flicking his tongue a little along my tip, sucking it in and hollowing out his cheeks, and then pushing it deeper, seeing how much he could take.

It was like he was edging me without even trying. Every time he tried something new, I bucked my hips just a little, involuntarily. I gasped the first time he tried to take the entire length of my cock up to his throat, and he pulled back quick, wiping at his mouth.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, worried.

“What? No, God no,” I uttered. “I was just—I wasn’t expecting that.”

The hint of his smile played at his lips. “I’m not exactly a deepthroat king yet, apparently,” he said. “Let me try again.”

Already trying again, even though he’d choked a little the first time. I’d always gotten the sense that Storm wasn’t afraid of anything, but as I watched him learn how to suck cock, I realized just how fearless he truly was.

Everything he did felt good. Too good. He gripped my base and let the flat of his tongue drag along the underside of my shaft, and for a brief moment I worried I was about to blow right then and there.

“Careful,” I warned him.

He pulled off, breathing deep as he met my gaze. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll come in your mouth,” I told him frankly.

He bit his lower lip. His eyes flared wide. “Then come in my mouth.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Storm.”

“Quit acting so shocked,” he said. “You know you’re going to come for me.”

I groaned as he took my cock between his lips again, sucking me deep.

Fucking hate you, I thought, even though at the moment I couldn’t deny that I loved his stupid, combative attitude.

Turned out that when his aggressiveness came in the form of daring me to come, I really, really liked it.

I was closer than I’d even realized.

You hate me, too. You hate everything I represent. And that makes every part of this easier.

There was no pressure. No threat of this ever turning into more. It was just raw sensation and need, the two of us channeling our frustration into something that felt better than a fistfight. Every time I’d tried to get something going with other guys for the past two years, I’d chickened out, threatened by the prospect of a relationship I wasn’t ready for.

But with Storm, it was all physical. Primal.

Competition, in the form of fucked-up lust, because Storm always had to see how far he could push.

Do it.

Make me come.

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