Page 74 of Loving the Legend
A beat passes, then he embraces my hand and lifts it to his mouth for a gentle kiss. “Listen, I want to tell you about him. It brings up a lot for me, and I need my head right for tomorrow’s game.”
I nod. “I’m here whenever you’re ready. Let’s finish up and get some sleep.” I down the rest of the cereal, then leave the kitchen to activate the security system. I’m, of course, curious about Sid’s ex, but I know firsthand grief’s interminable touch. The residual, emotional pain from recounting a tragedy can linger for minutes, hours, or days.
We climb into bed, both exchanging yawns. Sid pulls me into an embrace with my head against his chest and I listen to the thrum of his heartbeat as I doze off.
I climb back into bed quietly after using the restroom in the middle of the night. Sid is on his back, lightly snoring, his arm covering part of his face. His ripped chest expands and contracts with each breath. I feel my erection growing just looking at him. It’s unreal having him in my bed. Life’s fucking wild.
Kneeling, I reach for the drawstring of his shorts. I gently pull his cock out and wrap my mouth around him. His sleepy, husky moan fills the room. It’s my first time sucking cock, but I’m so hungry for him. I lick the tip of his head while slowly stroking his hardening shaft.
“Mmm,” he moans and widens his legs to give me more access. I suck him slowly, making popping noises. I gag fast and pull off before sliding back down and gagging again. I relax my throat as I suck him deeper. His pre-cum coats my tongue, and I drink it down, moaning from the heady taste.
He gently touches the back of my neck, coaxing me down his shaft. I wrap my hand over him, signaling he shouldn’t hold back. I bob up and down, eliciting insanely hot moans. Our gazes lock and my balls draw up. I rut against the sheets, desperate for friction.
“Pass the lube and a condom,” he commands.
“Fuck, your voice,” I groan as I reach for both and hand them to him. I thought his voice was sexy before. It’s orgasmic when he’s sleepy and horny.
He rips open the wrapper, and then slides the condom on, coating it with lots of lube.
“Climb on top,” he says, reaching for my waist.
“I wanted to taste you a little longer,” I whine as I straddle him.
His cock twitches against my rim.
Cupping my face, he pulls me into a spine-tingling kiss.
“I’m so fucking lucky,” he whispers against my lips once we separate.
I grin at him, but it turns into a moan when he inserts a lubed finger and curves it slowly, driving in and out.
“Your mouth felt amazing. I’m just desperate to feel you again before I come.”
“Is that ‘fill’ with an ‘I’ or ‘feel’ with two ‘e’s’?” I grit out.
His brain is still half asleep, and he thinks about it for a beat. “Both,” he says, inserting another finger.
My forehead against his, our gazes remain locked as I moan from the stroke of his fingers.
I start to roll my hips, fucking his hand. “I’m ready.”
“I don’t want you to be sore,” he says, fingering me deeper.
“Sid,” I moan as he curves in, lighting me up. His gaze brushes every inch of my face with a mix of raw desire and wonder. My head shoots back as my balls draw up, but he reaches down with his free hand and squeezes the base of my cock.
He lifts me then lowers me onto his cock. We moan as I slide down his length. I hold at the bottom to adjust to his size then nod for him to continue.
“Oh, damn,” I moan, leaning forward to brace myself. Grasping the back of my neck, he pulls me into a kiss. He fucks me slowly…rolling his hips as our tongues tangle and our mouths drink our moans.
My back arches as I gyrate in slow circles on his cock. Our kiss turns wet, sloppy, and desperate. His eyes squeeze closed as his head presses back into the pillow. The only warning before he cups my ass and deepens his thrusts.
“Sid,” I rasp as he slides against my prostate.
“God, you’re so tight.” He moans. “I love how you feel.”
He sucks on the same spot on my neck again, and the sting unleashes a toe-curling moan that draws up my orgasm. I squeeze my base and pull my neck back, not ready to come yet.
Staring into the depths of his eyes while I take him...I’ve never had this. He holds my hips and pushes me down, deepening his reach as he drives into me. His iron abs contract doing most of the work.
