Page 51 of Ricochet

His hand leaves my cock long enough to pull my jeans and boxers down past my hips.

And then he’s on his fucking knees.

Whatever invisible force I’ve felt between us before draws me in, and I look down, meeting his dark eyes as he peers up at me. Without looking away, he drags his tongue up the underside of my shaft.

I can’t feel the rest of my body. All I can feel are the parts that Stone touches.

He wraps his hand around my dick again and takes one of my balls into his mouth, sucking while his gaze keeps mine hostage. He strokes up, twisting around the head of my cock.

I moan again.

This pleasure just might make me explode.

He releases my ball only to lick up the bead of precum at my tip. “You good, Cal?”

It almost feels as though he’s taking advantage of the position he has me in to call me that. But…fuck. He’s on his knees for me. He can call me whatever the fuck he wants.

I think hating him was a defense mechanism. I had to hate him so he wouldn’t see me again. I had to hate him becauseeveryone else who saw me weak like that only ever fed on it. Let me down.

But in the past twenty-four hours, Stone has given me more than anyone ever has.

“Please don’t stop,” I whisper back breathlessly.

He grins. “That’s more like it.”

Then he fucking swallows me down, enveloping my cock in a kind of wet, hot heaven I’ve never experienced before.

The back of my head hits the door again, and I groan. “Oh, fuck.”

I wasn’t fucking prepared.

How does that feel so fucking good?

My brain goes offline, every single cell concentrated on the feeling of being inside Stone’s mouth, on the sensation of him sucking my very soul out of my dick. He uses his hand and his mouth, stroking in time with the bobbing of his head.

Heat flares at the base of my spine. The pressure builds.

Stars burst behind my eyelids.

Then it’s all gone.

I whine pathetically as I open my eyes to see Stone standing in front of me once more, a smirk plastered on his face. How can a smirk be both beautiful and arrogant at the same time?

“Did you think I was going to let you come that easily?” His mouth is once more inches from mine, and his gaze drops to my lips. He hums. “I’m taking my time with you since I’m being robbed of a kiss I really fucking want.”

Hewantsto kiss me?

Fuck, I want to kiss him too.

But I won’t let myself.

“Now take the rest of these fucking clothes off.”

It doesn’t even occur to me to refuse. I want him to touch me more. I want to feel every inch of his skin against every inch ofmine. I don’t care what it takes. I don’t care what I have to give him.

As I kick off my shoes, Stone removes his shirt. He grabs both my arms and turns me around, backing me up. The backs of my legs hit my bed, and I go down. He grips the sides of my jeans and boxers and yanks them down my legs since he didn’t give me the chance to do it myself.

My cock is still hard, fucking aching as I stare up at a shirtless Stone. He has a few bruises from the past couple games, black and blue watercolor brushed along his torso.

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