Page 53 of Breakaway Goals
“That feel good?” Morgan crooned, his gaze so intent on Hayes’ face.
Hayes nodded. It felt fucking incredible, and he still wanted more. Wanted to gorge himself, even if he wasn’t sure he’d ever be full.
“Bet this would feel even better,” Morgan said, dipping his head low, sucking just the head of his cock into his hot mouth.
“Yeah, yeah.” Hayes knew he was babbling now, probably sounding nearly incoherent with it.
And then Morgan’s thumb, wet with saliva, slipped lower, pressing right against his hole, and Hayes groaned.
He hadn’t even wanted to bring up anything more than they were doing. First off, because the stuff they were doing was so excruciatingly good, and second, because there was a part ofhim, buried and shameful, that was afraid he’d scare Morgan away. That he’d make it “too gay.”
But of course, Morgan had no qualms about this. Just lifted his head and met Hayes’ eyes. “Do you like this?” he asked, direct with zero fuss whatsoever. No pressure, like Hayes had to, or like it would be a problem if he said yes.
Hayes nodded.
“You gotta say it, baby, out loud, okay?”
That shouldn’t have been so hot either, but Hayes felt like he was burning up inside at howgoodMorgan was. Careful but pushy. Tender but strong. Everything he’d ever wanted in a partner, and there it was, in the last place he’d ever expected to look.
You can’t think about that now.
He couldn’t really, anyway, because Morgan was pushing a finger inside him, and it was lighting Hayes up inside.
“Wanna make you come so hard.” It was unclear if Morgan was saying that to Hayes—or himself. Or if it even mattered.
The sentiment was enough, and then Morgan hit that spot inside him at the same time as he sucked hard on the head of his cock, and Hayes wasgone. His orgasm surged through him with a strength that had him whiting out.
When he finally came back down to earth, slowly blinking his eyes open, Morgan was staring at him with a very smug look on his face.
“God, that was so hot,” Morgan said. “You’reso hot.”
Hayes covered his face with his hands. It wasn’t shame exactly. It wasn’t even embarrassment at how much he’d enjoyed it. It was like he was broken open, everything exposed to the air now and to Morgan’s perusal, and he couldn’t hope to hide it anymore.
“Don’t do that,” Morgan chided gently and pried Hayes’ hands off his face. “I like looking at you.”
How was Hayes not supposed to melt into an absolute puddle of goo at that?
“I like looking at you, too,” Hayes admitted.
Morgan propped his head up on his hand. “I don’t want to make things weird . . .”
“You’re worried about thatnow?” Hayes chuckled under his breath.
“Fair.” Morgan licked his lips. Hayes wanted to lean in and kiss him again. Not think about whatever it was Morgan wanted to do that might make this whole thing more difficult than it already was.
“How much would you freak out if I said I didn’t want to go?” Morgan finally asked.
“Tonight?” Hayes tried not to freak out, but he was, and it was hard to hide.
Morgan nodded. “I know it’s not really a hookup kind of thing, but I don’t want to go. I’m . . .I like being here with you. Like this. It makes it . . .” He took a deep breath. “It makes some of this easier.”
It suddenly occurred to Hayes that as much pressure ashefelt, in this tournament, it had to be tenfold for Morgan.
He hadn’t been on a national team in years and now Morgan was here as the captain, expected to bring home the gold for Team USA. Nevermind all the baggage about how Morgan felt about nearing the end of his career and being forced to confront it, because of Hayes’ presence here.
Honestly, because of that Hayes shouldn’t even be that person for Morgan—the one who made the burdens easier to carry—but it seemed like he was, anyway.
“You make it easier too,” Hayes said and he took a chance, half-nuzzling into Morgan’s shoulder.
