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His muscles were well-defined, and I couldn’t wait to lick every inch of his sinewy skin. His cock was uncut and thick, and my mouth watered at the sight. I’d balked at his statement earlier, but at the mere sight of his dick, I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it.

Patience. I had to play this carefully.

My gaze snagged on the tattoos, and I had to grab the base of my cock to stop myself from coming. Holy moly, those were sexy. He had two on his upper thighs that his briefs covered. I stared in awe at them and then the one low on his ribs. Lathan was so private that I hadn’t ever seen this much of him. He was either the first in the locker room or the last. He never walked around half-dressed around others, and outside of the first night I’d been here, he’d always been dressed in his apartment, too. I’d been too angry, and that was a crime against humanity.

Seeing all of his naked skin on display was doing things to me—things I hadn’t been prepared for.

“If you don’t do something in the next second, I’m leaving,” he challenged.

Ah, poor baby was getting self-conscious.

Smirking, I stalked toward the bed and pinned him beneath me. “Don’t worry, Silver Spoon. I plan to take excellent care of you.”

Before he could respond, I wrapped my lips around his dick and swallowed him whole. He fell back onto the mattress, and a loud moan tumbled out, unencumbered. I smiled around his dick as I continued to deep-throat him. My sexual experiences weren’t vast, but I’d been a quick study with the few partners I had. And blow jobs were my expertise.

Once I had him nice and sloppy, I popped off and tugged my briefs down, and freed my cock. Lathan’s eyelids fluttered as he took in my erection. Grinning, I wrapped my hand around us and brought them together. His eyes rolled back, and he rewarded me with another loud moan. Lathan might be quiet in his everyday life, but he was obnoxiously loud in the bedroom.

I loved it.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned.

“Your cock is so pretty, Lath. I have so many ideas I want to do.”

“Do it,” he mumbled and thrust his hips up. He couldn’t stop himself.

“Oh, I plan to. As long as you don’t freak out on me.”

He gave another nonsensical noise as I stroked us faster. I was braced over his thighs, giving me a glorious view of his abs. I watched how they flexed as I shuttled my hand over us. Taking a chance, I reached down and cupped his balls. His immediate groan was all the answer I needed. I palmed them and tugged, giving them attention before I trailed my finger lower. Lathan froze and met my eyes. His gaze was hesitant, so I softened my gaze.

“Just trust me, I promise to stop if you hate it.”

He nodded, and I spit onto our joined erections. My saliva trailed down, and I used it to coat my finger. Lathan’s breathing sped up as I grazed his puckered hole, and I knew when I finally got to breach him, it would be epic. My orgasm built quickly at the sight of him before me. Lathan’s cock leaked precum, his balls drawn up tight, and the look of pure bliss on his face was enough to end me.

The rosy hue painted on his cheeks was my favorite sight. If I were an artist, I’d capture his face right now. It was glorious, and I knew my memory would never recapture it the same. Still, I kept my eyes on him as I brought us both to the edge. The urge to kiss him was so intense I had to distract myself. If I let myself go down that road, I’d lose everything.

“You feel so good in my hand, Silver. I’m going to come all over you and make a mess. I’m going to wreck you, Lath.”

His eyes popped open at my words, and it was the last straw. As we held eye contact, I did exactly as I said and erupted all over our cocks. Lathan followed, his hot cum adding to mine. I didn’t stop stroking us until the last drop. His stomach was covered in both of our cum, and I wished I could take a picture of it.

Instead, I swirled my fingers in our combined cum and lifted it up to his mouth. It was one thing to let another guy jerk you off; it was a completely different level to swallow his cum. I needed to know he wasn’t just using me. That he wasn’t thinking of me as someone else. I couldn’t stand it if he did.

I might not mean anything to him, but he did to me.

“Lick it clean,” I encouraged. Lathan kept eye contact as he sucked my finger clean. My dick twitched at the imagery, trying to rally for another round. “Good boy,” I said before climbing off him and entering the bathroom. I wet a washcloth, cleaned myself off, and then returned to do the same to him. Except when I stepped into the room, my bed was empty.

You can run for now, Lathan, but I will catch you.

CHAPTER10

LATHAN

Since my night with Miller,I’d realized two things—he was right, and I was a coward. We won our next game, and I had a season-high night with two goals and four assists, two of which were to Miller, who also scored. He gave me a smug smile each time he put the biscuit in the basket, which made my face heat. My only saving grace was knowing my face was red from gameplay, and there was no way he knew how he affected me.

I avoided him that night in the apartment, determined to hold my ground. I couldn’t let myself fall into his trap again. He made me reckless, and that was dangerous—too dangerous.

Hence my cowardice.

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