Page 73 of Hat Trick

A thousand gold stars for the blushing boy.

His cock is heavy and salty on my tongue, and I angle my head so I can take him deeper. He’s big—easily the biggest I’ve ever had—and I hollow out my cheeks while I get used to his length.

Riley massages my scalp, and when I add my palm to the base of his shaft and twist, his hips lift off the bed. His hand tightens in my hair, tugging on the strands just to the edge of painful before easing off and rubbing the base of my neck.

“Fuck,” he slurs, and I think that might be his favorite word. “You’re a fucking goddess. I can’t believe—” He stops mid-sentence and I blink up at him, a tear caught in my eye. He’s watching me with an expression I can’t read. It looks like he’s stuck somewhere between lust and absurd happiness, and he wipes my cheek with his thumb. “I’m so glad I get to have you like this, Lexi.”

I pull off him with a pop, drool hanging from my mouth and my jaw tight. I swap out my mouth with my hand, spitting on my palm before stroking him up and down.

“Could you come like this?” I ask, and his nod is vigorous. I don’t know how he doesn’t give himself whiplash. “I want to see it.”

“If I only get you for one night—shit—I want to fuck you.”

“You can fuck me. Come first, then we’ll go again.”

“Seems like you’re changing the rules on me, Lex. What happened tojust once?”

Riley reaches out, his palm landing on my breast. He pinches my nipple then turns the pebbled peak between his fingers—hard—and moisture pools in my underwear. I’m not used to being turned on while giving a blowjob, but watching Riley unravel is doing something to me. His restraint is slipping; his movements get jerkier. His words are more slurred, inaudible. He’s lifting his hips to thrust into my hand, and while I’m glad he’s going to get off, I’m also glad to see how much mobility he has in his lower half.

A web of emotions burrows its way into my chest, taking root, but I shove them away when I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock and swallow down the pre-cum I find there.

“Just one night. We can do a lot of things in the same night,” I clarify, and his laugh is soft. It turns into a groan when I put my mouth on him again and his shaft hits the back of my throat. “If you want.”

“I’ve told you.” His hand squeezes my shoulder so hard I’m going to have fingerprints all over my body tomorrow. I can’t wait to look at them in the mirror. “I do want that.”

I smile around him and don’t say anything else, learning exactly what he likes and exactly what it takes to get him close to the edge: my hands working up and down then cupping his balls and my tongue lapping over his slit then licking him from base to tip.

I enjoy every fucking second.

Riley was right. It doesn’t take long for the muscles in his left leg to strain. For his grunts to turn louder and fill the room and his hand to tug my hair in warning.

“Lex, I’m going to?—”

“I love to swallow,” I say, a quick rush of air, and his groan is the last thing I hear before he fills my mouth with warm and sticky cum.

“God.Fuck. You are…” Each word is punctuated with a stroke of his thumb. A gentle touch and a soothing graze while the rest of his body spasms. “Wonderful.”

I smile at the compliment and take my time to swallow his release and work my mouth off him. When he’s finished, I sit back on my heels. I lick my lips and glance down at him. He’s staring up at me, wonder in his eye, and he opens his arms, an invitation there. I make quick work of shoving my leggings off but leaving my underwear on, and I curl up next to him with my head on his chest.

“How are you doing?” I ask.

“That’s an unfair question.” He’s winded, practically gasping for air. “Because you rocked my fucking world, so I can’t tell if things feel great or if I’m losing my mind.”

I laugh. “Maybe both, if I had to guess.”

“Yeah.” He brushes the hair away from the back of my neck and drops a kiss to my forehead. It’s the most romantic thing a guy has ever done for me, and that’s alarmingly sad. “Definitely both.”

“How does everything feel?” His sweatpants are halfway down his body, and I reach out a hesitant hand, resting it on the socket of his prosthetic leg. “Your leg?”

“Different. It doesn’t hurt, but the sensation is… new.” Riley shrugs and buries his face in my hair. “Something I’ll have to get used to after engaging in clandestine affairs.”

“Whoa. Big words there, Mitchy.”

“Watch it, Armstrong. I might be close to sedated, but I can still make you pay for those smart-ass comments.” He presses a finger into my ribs, and I squeal. “And I read books. I know plenty of big words.”

“What are you reading right now?”

“A cowboy romance. Grant bought us all hats to wear at our next book club meeting. He’s trying to talk the social media team into doing a western night at an upcoming game, but he’s not having a lot of success.”

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