His cock was a hard line in his black briefs, and as Morgan pressed a palm into it, his own dick jerked at the wet spot he discovered on the fabric.
Ducking his head, he tongued at it, loving the way Hayes’ fingers tightened in his hair and the pleased noises he made.
But then Hayes actually said words that made sense. “You don’t—” He paused. “I don’t expect—”
Now that was absolute bullshit. Morgan not only wanted to, Hayesshouldexpect that kind of reciprocal action. He deserved it. He was beautiful and kind and funny and so good at hockey it was hard for even Morgan to be jealous of his skills.
“Nope,” Morgan interrupted that absolute horseshit of a statement. “I do want to and you absolutely should expect it.”
Hayes let out a humorless chuckle above him. “I just didn’t want you to feel pressured.”
“Baby,” Morgan ground out, as he tugged down Hayes’ briefs, “I appreciate your concern about my gay awakening but I promise, I’m into this. I’mwayinto this.”
Hayes laughed again, but this time it sounded easier. Actually amused. “Okay.”
“Iamprobably gonna be shit at this though,” Morgan murmured. He wrapped his hand around Hayes’ cock. It was red and wet at the tip, Hayes barely able to keep his hips still as Morgan gave it one stroke and then another.
“Don’t care.”
Morgan looked up again because it was hard not to, especially when Hayes was so goddamn stunning like this.
Hayes grinned. “Just don’t bite it off, and we’re gonna be good.”
Just for that, Morgan had to wrap his other hand around one of Hayes’ glorious thighs and pull it open even more. Just enough that he could lean in and nibble at the muscle there. Sink his teeth in just enough he—and only he—could see the imprint of them in Hayes’ skin.
“Shit,” Hayes panted. “Shit.”
Morgan didn’t tell him he had more where that came from. Figured that actions spoke louder than words and finally got his mouth where it belonged, which was on Hayes’ cock.
It was smooth and slick against his tongue. So easy to slide it in farther, to want more of it. To wantallof it, even though he knew there was no way he could take it. Not yet, anyway.
Hayes gasped, high and tight in the back of his throat, as Morgan tried to find a rhythm he could keep up. It made him sweat under his arms and his hands shake.
He’d never imagined being on his knees for anyone, but now he knew that was because he was meant to do it for one person and one person only: Hayes Montgomery.
Morgan tried to remember every glorious trick Hayes had employed yesterday when he’d done this, but his mind had been wiped slippery clean and he couldn’t focus on anything.
Not with Hayes’ taste and his cock thick in his mouth, the heat of his arousal burning everything else out.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hayes moaned. “God, you’re good at this. Of course you’re good at this.”
Morgan didn’t know if he was telling the truth—probably, because even a bad blowjob was a decent blowjob—but he decided it didn’t matter. He was going to make Hayes come, was going to make him shake and lose it in a haze of pleasure so thick he thought about this moment every time he touched his cock after this.
Morgan sucked harder, dipping his head down, taking as much into his mouth as he could, choking a little as the head hit the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” Hayes cried out, and then, “I’m gonna—”
Morgan stroked his thigh and groaned too as Hayes’ cock kicked and then began to shoot its load down his throat.
He’d never imagined, not in a million fucking years, findingthathot. He’d always imagined women tolerated swallowing. ButJesus,that was a turn-on, too.
Licking Hayes clean, he finally let him slip from his mouth, and only then did he realize just how desperate and hardhewas. Hayes’ bare thigh had never looked better to him than in that moment. Thick and muscular, the pale skin covered with a thin dusting of dark hair.
If he just . . .pulled his jeans down and . . .humped it, would that be okay?
Use your words, that voice inside Morgan chided him.
But before he could, Hayes gave a happy sigh and said, “That was . . .well, it was fucking incredible.”