Page 53 of Good Pucking Luck

Definitely the best sex I’ve ever had.

Clearly, those guys he’d been with didn’t know how to bring out that greedy hunger he has every time we’re together, but they missed out, and I must admit, I’m happy he’s exploring this side of himself with me.

After turning off the water, I go back to my bedroom. Hayes is sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing hisfret face, like he’s unsure what to do. “I didn’t want to make a mess.”

“Sex is messy. Sometimes that’s half the fun. No worries.” I stand in front of him. “Lie down. I told you not to move.”

“I was trying not to get cum on your bed. I’m being nice.”

I wink. “Maybe I like your cum on my bed. Relax. Lie down. You might need to see how I do this so you can do it with the next guy you’re with.” There’s a strange twitch in my chest that comes out of nowhere. What’s that about?

“I’m pretty sure I could figure out how to wipe someone off,” Hayes replies, but still, he lies down on his back. I wipe the drying cum off his belly, then wipe up his groin area, trying to get the cum out of his pubes. His cock fills slightly, and I raise a brow. “I can’t help it! You’re naked, and that feels good.”

“You’re my little sex monster.” I drop the washcloth to the floor, then lie on top of him.

“Are you going to leave that there? It’s gross and—”

I quiet him with my mouth, push my tongue inside and let him suck on it before pulling back. “Shh. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

“I should go home.”

“Stay.” What’s the harm in that? We’re buddies who fuck. We can sleep in the same bed. I grab my phone and log in to the app I use to turn off the lights.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe you turn off the lights from your phone.”

“Only when there’s a sexy man in my bed and I don’t want to get up again.” I wrap an arm around him.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

“I feel like that’s a boyfriend thing.”

“Are you trying to ask me out? Because you seem to be stuck on that boyfriend thing and how we’re not that.” And honestly, I’m getting a little frustrated at being reminded. Would there be something wrong with being my boyfriend? I feel like I’m a fucking catch. If I wanted to be a boyfriend, that is.

“No! I just wanted…okay, never mind. I see your point.”

“Wow, can you say that again?”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Right back at ya.” I nuzzle my face into his neck. He smells like me and, well, sex too. I breathe in deeper, close my eyes.

I don’t know how much time passes, but when I’m almost asleep, Hayes asks, “So your parents are here?”

“Well, not in the room with us right now, but in LA, yes.” I have no idea why he’s asking me about them when we’re naked in bed together.

“And your next game is at home?”

“Um-hmm.”

My response is followed by a beat of silence, then another and another.

“Are you sure the sex was okay?”

I hate that he’s got reasons to feel so insecure, that people have made Hayes believe he’s not good enough. It makes my insides get all twisted up.

“The sex was incredible,” I reply truthfully.

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