Page 111 of Blitz'd

It’s never going to happen.

If I had it my way, I’d climb into bed and flip Zander over, fuck him open with my fingers, then fuck him until he was screaming.

But…

He’s still on the mend. They’re letting him do light practice until his next game, which means I probably shouldn’t mess with that by fucking him straight through the wall because of the pent-up energy pulsing through me.

So I’m going to have to settle for something a little less… rough.

For now.

I climb beneath the covers and wriggle his basketball shorts down before he wakes up, and by the time he realizes I’m in the room with him, I already have my lips around his cock and it’s getting hard in my mouth.

He lets out a groan, his fingers scrambling for the sheets and diving beneath to thread through my hair. The feel of him pulling strands makes a low growl rumble from my throat, and I take him to the back and swallow around him.

“Fu… fuck, Kerian. Are you trying to swallow me whole?” He gasps the question, but he has no idea. I feel like I’m on fire—I fucked up that guy in the parking lot for touching him before, but this…

This was different.

I put myself at risk for him.

I know it was dangerous.

And I don’tcare. I’d burn the entire world down for Zander Braithe, and if I had to start with two assholes who thought they could hurt him, I’d roast fucking marshmallows over their bodies while they screamed.

The thought makes me growl again, and Zander’s hips flex up and into my mouth.

“At least… mmmfuck, Kerian.” His words cut off in a whimper when I lift my hand and roll his balls in my palm. My other hand slides up, running along his bare chest like I can find the answer to all the swirling emotions thatstillconfuse me in the divot of his hips and the hard lines of his abs.

I take him all the way into my mouth until my nose hits his pelvis and my throat constricts, forcing me to swallow again or gag on him. He tastes good—clean like soap and a little salty from being under my giant comforter. I suck him until he’s squirming, until his fingers are knotting painfully in my hair and his legs come up, flinging over my shoulders like he can get me closer that way.

I suck him until my body is pulsing inneedfrom how much I need to get off… and when the first splash of his salty cum hits my tongue, I groan.

“Kerian, oh… ohfuck, babe. You’re too good at that. I wanted… mmm… oh, don’tstop.”

My cheeks hollow and I work his dick until my tongue is coated in his orgasm and my senses are reeling from his taste. I pull off and watch one last little spatter of cum as it spills onto his abdomen… and then I’m straddling his hips and letting his mess spill from my mouth to my palm so I can use it to stroke myself off.

“Oh, holyshit.” Zander’s sleepy expression is dissolving into pure fire, pure lust… and he watches me jerk myself with his cum as lube until my back bows and my body tenses a second before I burst, spilling into my palm, all over his waist… marking him.

Making himmine.

“Fuck.”He whispers it again, and then his cock gives a twitch when I bring my hand up and lick the taste of us both from my fingers. His touch is greedy when he pulls me forward, his tongue even greedier when he plunges it into my mouth so he can taste us together.

I kiss him hard, licking into him and wondering if I could write my confession there in that warmth—I just broke two men for you, Zander. I did it, and I’d do it again—I could write it on the roof of his mouth with my tongue and he’d never know that he was keeping my secret.

We kiss until I’m breathless, nearly dizzy, and then I collapse on the pillow beside him, dragging my fingers idly through the mess I made on his stomach.

“I’m going to need another shower now,” he rumbles, his voice thick with sleep and desire, and I glance up at him through my hair.

“Are you complaining?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “No.” Zander pauses then, searching my face like he can see something there. “Are you okay, Kerian?”

I put my future in jeopardy for you.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Dimples. Just… mmm…” I slide my fingers through the mess on his waist one more time and paint his lips with it. “You looked too good not to touch.”

I think he knows I’m lying, at least on some level. But I think he’s starting to know me well enough to know that if I lie to him now, it’s for a good reason. When I rise up and kiss him, he kisses me back.

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