Page 76 of Loving the Legend
“Had a late night.”
“Looks like a fun one. Your lip is bruised.”
I snicker quietly.Sorry, not sorry.
Sid chuckles and throws the covers over my body. “Yeah, blame this one,” he says, pointing the screen toward me.
Kieran’s rubbing a rose-pink face mask over his skin but freezes as recognition settles in. His eyes go wide.
I expand my self-view. The first thing I notice is how ravaged I look. My lip is bruised too. The morning light highlights the gold of my irises, but my eyes are rimmed red and puffy.
“Shit, my neck!” I exclaim, zeroing in on the purple bruise.
Sid massages the area gently with a proud smirk on his face.
The smirk goes straight to my dick.
“Hello, handsome. Looks like you had a fun night too. Tommy! You owe me $50! I told you!” Keiran yells off camera.
“Hi, Kieran! Wait, what did you two bet on?”
“Love, the two of you could light up the Empire State Building with the electricity coursing between you. Also, my cousin couldn’t stop talking about yo–.”
“Okay, enough out of you!” Sid says, stealing the phone.
“Fine. I’m just calling to wish you good luck on your game later today. Are you still coming to New York next month?” Kieran asks.
“I appreciate it. The game should be fun. A lot of the guys showing out. And yes, I’ll be there.”
“Okay. Call me later. Good to see you, Ty! If you don’t end up marrying Sid, marry me and Tommy! No one should look that gorgeous in the morn–.”
“Bye,” Sid interrupts, hanging up the phone.
“I think I like him more than you,” I tease.
“Is that so?” he asks, pulling my back against his chest so we’re spooning. He reaches into my boxers and strokes my cock.
“What about now?” he teases back.
I remain silent, pretending to be unsure, but a moan erupts from me when he presses against my slit.
“Mmm, love that sound.” He kisses my cheek as he strokes me firmly.
I moan, feeling all the blood rush from my brain southward, and roll to my back.
He trails kisses down to my nipple. My eyes roll closed as the warmth of his tongue flicks back and forth across. He alternates sucking and nibbling on it creating the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. I fall apart and fuck his hand.
Lifting my arm, his tongue swipes across my pit. I jolt from the intensity of the sensation, and prickles of heat shoot all over my body. He sniffs, licks, and sucks on my pit as his hand strokes me fast and rough. I bite my bottom lip and grunt as my orgasm crests.
“What about now?” he says, popping off of me. “Still like another man more than me?”
I groan from the loss of contact.
“Hmm?” he asks, trailing the flat of his tongue across my nipple. He tugs it between his teeth, causing a sting, which he soothes with the massage of his tongue. When he wraps his hand back around my erection, I’m done.
“S’you—only you,” I babble as my abs contract, and I explode. Jets of cum cover my chest as he strokes and licks me until I’m spent.
Chest heaving, I turn and gaze at him. “Fu-ck.”
