Page 65 of Good Pucking Luck

“I’m scared,” he admits softly, not looking at me.

“I know. I am too. This is new for me as well. I don’t have all the answers, but what I can tell you is that I’m not like him. You can trust me. I won’t hurt you like that.”

I wait what feels like an eternity for Hayes to look up, for his watery gaze to meet mine. It breaks my heart and builds it up at the same time.

“I like you too…but you have to promise me that if I become too much, if things change for you and you don’t want meanymore, you have to tell me, Rylan. I can’t go through that again. It would hurt me even worse if it came from you.”

“Shh. I won’t. Come here.” I pull him to me, and Hayes comes easily, straddles me, his ass on my thighs and his arms around me as we look at each other.

“How are we going to do this? What’s going to change? We can’t be public because—”

I silence him with my mouth. We can worry about that later. Right now I don’t want to concentrate on anything except the slide of his tongue against mine, the feel of his weight against me, and feel the warmth of his skin.

“Want you. Need you,” I tell him, moving my mouth down his throat.

“Fuck me,” he begs. “Please, Rylan. Want to feel you.”

My whole body zings with a ravenous desire that makes my heart feel like it might explode. I shove to my feet, arms still wrapped around Hayes.

“Oof,” he says, encircling my waist with his legs. I head straight for the stairs. “Wait. I can walk. You’re going to drop me.”

“Baby, I’m a big, strong, professional hockey player.”

“Oh my God. Something is big on you all right.”

I head up, and yeah, my body hurts, but I ignore it. “Always giving me compliments about my cock.”

“I meant your confidence!” He fidgets, and I chuckle.

“Sure you did.” As soon as I hit the landing, I go straight for my bedroom.

“I feel like I was somehow trapped into that.”

“Because I control what you say?”

“I’m not sure I control what I say most of the time,” he replies, and I swear, as ridiculous as it sounds, I feel like I can float away, filled with a lightness and joy only Hayes brings into my life.

“God, you’re fun.” I lay him down on the bed, falling immediately on top of him. I say a quiet thank-you that we were only wearing towels and lost those downstairs, so I can rut against his naked body while I take his mouth, feel his warm skin and the hair on his legs, the softness of him in some places and the rougher edges in others.

It’s only been a couple of months, but he already tastes so familiar, my favorite flavor that I would go back to over and over again.

Hayes tangles his hands in my hair as I kiss my way down his body.

“Where…are you…going?” he says breathlessly, like just being with me is so overwhelming, he can hardly function.

“Just to play before I fuck you.” I keep going, stick my tongue in his belly button, then twist it around the head of his erection, before licking from tip to base.

I kneel between his legs, Hayes’s ass right on the corner of the mattress. I nuzzle his balls, feel the light dusting of hair on them tickle my cheek before I lick and suck on the full globes.

“Oh fuck. Oh God. Please.”

I snicker against his nuts. “You forgot theohbeforeplease.” Hands on his hips, I tug him over the side of the bed just a little, then bury my face in that perfect ass of his, Hayes’s legs over my shoulders as I use my hand to spread his cheeks and lick at the tight ring of muscle between them.

I fucking love eating his ass. Love the way he writhes and rambles a litany of words that are so jumbled and confused, I can barely make them out. I feel like I could live off his hole, draw strength from his reactions, so basically all I need to survive is Hayes’s ass.

Works for me.

My scalp burns when he tugs my hair, jerks me closer like it’s not enough. I flick my tongue back and forth over his ring, softening him, then spearing my tongue and pushing it inside.

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