Page 53 of Unlovable Player

I take his hand off my cock and start stroking myself while I pump my fingers in and out of his body and he bears down.

His pale skin is on fire, little flushes dotted across his chest and neck, lips parted, showing his cute gapped teeth.

I want to get closer. Taste him.

I pull my fingers out and his eyes shoot open like I just took his hockey stick away.

“Turn over.”

He flips onto his belly and I admire his ass for a second before diving in. Perfectly rounded, muscular glutes.

His hole is slick with lube and I flick my tongue against it, feeling him shudder beneath me. I press on and he moans into the pillow as I plunge my tongue inside him.

Kneading his glutes and hips, I stay buried in his ass, letting his moans guide me.

I pull his hips up and he reaches around to bury a hand in my hair as I reach for his cock and start jerking him off while I eat him out.

It doesn’t take long to get him off and he comes hard, his whole body erupting into violent shudders until he bats my hand away and collapses onto the mattress.

Coming up onto my knees, I admire his naked back while he catches his breath. His crack slick with lube and my spit. I know he’s too sensitive for me to touch him again right now, so I lie down beside him and wait for him to recover.

When he looks at me through thick eyelashes, my heart thuds in my chest.

He smiles and closes his eyes. “That was nice.”

“Nice?”

He laughs. “I can’t do words right now, but I promise I’ll repay the favor as soon as my brain recovers.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t touch your ass if you don’t want me to.”

I swallow. “I’m not saying I don’t ever want you to, just… one thing at a time yeah?”

He reaches out and pulls me in by the neck and we kiss lazily.

Before I know what I’m saying, words are coming out of my mouth. “Hey, what are you doing this weekend?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Do you wanna come to Jersey with me?”

His eyes get wider than usual and something catches in my chest.

“Is this to keep an eye on me?”

The instinct to say yeah is strong, but I tell the truth instead. “No, it’ll be fun.”

He shrugs. “Okay, if your mom doesn’t mind.”

“She won’t mind.”

He hums and closes his eyes, brushing his lips against mine and sliding his hand between my legs, jerking me off until I come, thinking about the taste of him on my tongue.

Seb insistson playing only country music on the drive to Jersey.

“I want to know what your mom’s into,” he says when I ask why.

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