Page 88 of Trade Deadline

I turn my head on the pillow to take him in. His full lips are slightly parted, his brown lashes fan across the top of his cheeks, his hair is a wild mess of curls against the crisp white pillowcase.

He’s beautiful.

Beautiful might be the wrong word for someone like Blaine, but he is. He’s beautiful in a rugged way.

Carefully lifting his arm so I don’t wake him, I slip out of bed, retrieving and putting on my discarded boxers in the process, before gently tiptoeing into the bathroom to do my business. I take in my appearance in the mirror; a big purple love bite sits at the crook of my neck where it meets my shoulder, my skin flushed with a post-orgasmic glow.

I lookhappy.

I haven’t looked like this in a long time.

Blaine’s still fast asleep when I step out of the bathroom, his arm raised above his head on the pillow, showcasing his wide biceps and the hair of his armpits. I just wanna go over and shove my face in them and inhale his delicious, manly scent. The sheet rests just above his hips from where he’s rolled onto his back, displaying those magnificent abs. His broad chest rises and falls lightly as he breathes.

He’s a sight to behold, and I have to physically pinch myself to remind myself this isn’t a dream.

I leave him to sleep for a little longer and head into the kitchen to make coffee and investigate the contents of his fridge. Eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, Swiss cheese… An omelet is healthy for an athlete, right?

Finding a chopping board, I begin to prep the ingredients, stacking them neatly on a plate before working on whisking the eggs.

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

The gravelly voice makes me jump, causing the egg I was about to crack into a bowl to fly out of my hand and splat against the wall.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I apologize, quickly grabbing a wet cloth to wipe down the wall before turning back to Blaine. “You were exhausted and I didn’t want to wake you. I figured it’s not often you can get to sleep in during the season.”

His sleepy face fills with a soft smile, and he rubs his tired eyes with the heel of his palm as he pads toward me barefoot and naked as the day he was born.

I take in his god-like form. His long, thick cock is half hard, hanging heavy between his legs and slapping against his equally thick thighs as he walks closer to me.

“Good morning, gorgeous” He tilts my head up with two fingers beneath my chin and closes his mouth over mine.

A low moan escapes from deep in my chest as our tongues collide, wet and hot. I wrap my arms around his neck and hear the chopping board being pushed across the counter before he lifts me up to sit on the cool surface. He stands between my legs, his fingers digging into my ass.

“Mm, I love mornings with you,” he murmurs, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth.

He raises his head to reveal that delicious smirk across his lips as he taps my hips. “Lift.”

I place my hands on the countertop to push myself, and he pulls my boxers off, tossing them over his shoulder. He runs his warm hands up the front of my thighs, his thumbs getting dangerously close to my erection before moving back down to the inside of my knees. “You’re fucking sexy.”

I practically beam under his praise, feeling my cheeks heat.

He crouches down so he’s level with my crotch, his breath teasingly ghosting the head of my cock.

“Please,” I gasp between labored breaths.

Blaine licks a bead of precome from my tip, looking at me with hooded eyes, the corner of his lips tilting up. “Please, what?”

“Please suck me.”

“Mmm,” he hums, leaning in and lapping at my balls with his talented tongue before licking a strip from the base of my cock to the swollen head. “Seeing as you asked so nicely.”

Blaine lifts both of my legs to rest over his shoulders and brings my hips closer. A strangled moan escapes me when he takes me into his hot mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and takes me to the back of his throat.

“Holy fuck,” I grunt when he swallows around me.

My head falls back, hitting the cabinet doors behind me, fingers gripping onto the edge of the countertop so tightly that I’m sure my knuckles are turning white. The vibrations of his moans are making me lose my mind. He continues to bob his head, lavishing at my cock like he’s a starved man.

There’s no way I'm going to last much longer. Not with the way I keep hitting the back of his throat or how his fingers knead my heavy balls.

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