Page 51 of Scoring the Player
Even if he’s worlds sexier than any man I’ve ever been with.
I push off the door and cross the room until I’m kneeling between his legs and unbuckling his belt.
I pause as he slides off my shades and track where he sets them down. He lifts his foot to help me remove his pants, and once I drag them down, I wrap my palm around his right heel.
“W-what”—I clear my throat—“did the trainers say?”
Removing his sock, I inspect his ankle.
“They said I’m good,” he answers.
I put gentle pressure on the side of his foot, curling it right and left while searching his face for any sign of discomfort.
His eyes darken as he blinks slowly.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” His voice comes out so low, I feel it trickling down my spine.
I lower his foot and then trace my fingers along the inner curve of his thigh. He tenses, tugging the skin along the band of muscle.
So thick. Mm.
I string my arms around his thighs and nuzzle my face between them, pulling them close to bracket the sides of my face. As if sensing what I need, he tenses and presses his thighs together, drawing out a low moan from the warm, velvet pressure. He lets up when I begin to move and rub the sides of my face along the skin there. Turning my head, I peel his briefs to the side and lick the patch of skin in the crease of his groin. He sucks in a breath as I suckle the skin.
He continues swelling underneathhis briefs as my teeth graze over his balls before continuing up his shaft. Despite swallowing, I leave a wet trail soaking the cotton. Head arched sideways, my mouth slots over him, and I moan from the feel of him lengthening under my tongue.
When my tongue reaches his head, it encounters something hard, and I trace over one, two, three…fuck…four metal heads.
He winks.
No, no, no.
He shifts up as I drag down his briefs.
I groan.
Life is cruel. Some fucker who subscribes to forever will wake up to his face and hum around this gorgeous uncut dick for the rest of his life.
My tongue circles his piercing, and another prickle of heat trickles down my lower back as he moans.
I lick the skin between his magic cross, submerging into the white noise rushing in my ears.
Locking on to his dark eyes, I suck his head into my mouth.
Even now, his demeanor is calm and contained, like he gets his dick sucked on demand whenever he calls for it.
Of course he does.
He shudders as my fingers dig into his thighs, and his head hits the back of my throat. I pull up, suckling him, then I lower again, humming from him filling my mouth and throat.
“Come here.” He cups the back of my neck.
I open for him, moaning at the pulse of electricity shooting down my spine as his mouth latches on to mine like he’s been kissing me all his life.
My arms tighten around his neck as our tongues move in rhythm.
Swaying, anchoring, claiming.
