Page 60 of Breakaway Goals
Hayes broke off the kiss with a gasp. “You mean that?” he had to ask.
Morgan stared at him, the pupils swallowing nearly all the hazel of his eyes.
“God, yes, I want you. I wantallof you,” Morgan muttered. He was already shucking Hayes’ jacket, then pulling at his sweatshirt, his T-shirt. “You make me crazy. When you scored that goal—I thought I was going to fall to the ice, worship you right there.”
Hayes had a fleeting thought that they reallyshouldtalk about this.
ThatI want all of yousounded just about as serious as thesomething elsecurrentlypressing so insistently against his breastbone.
But then Morgan was sinking to his knees, pulling down his jeans and his briefs, mouth and then teeth on his thigh.
It was too easy to get lost in the sensation of it, the pleasure Morgan pulled out of him, easy as breathing.
He was still floating, everything perfect and amazing and wonderful as he told Morgan the lube and condoms were in the drawer. He’d bought them yesterday, in a fit of optimism, thinking that whether they won or lost the championship game, he was going to want to experience Morgan inside him, just once.
More than just once. This is just the first time.
It was impossible not to ride high on the way Morgan looked at him. Touched him. Every bit of it reinforcing the idea in Hayes’ mind that this wouldn’t be happening just once. That they wanted each other too much to be that stupid.
“God, you’re so sexy,” Morgan murmured as he slipped a finger inside him. Hayes groaned at the way it felt, shifting backwards so he could have more of it.
“Another,” Hayes begged, no longer even caring if he sounded desperate. Hewasdesperate.
Morgan pressed his mouth to his inner thigh again, nibbling at the muscle there, then moving up, slipping Hayes’ cock into his mouth, not sucking on it, just letting it sit on his tongue as he slid another finger in.
Hayes groaned around the stretch, already craving the heft and weight of Morgan’s dick inside him. His fingers were so good, but he wanted—needed—more, the way he needed to take his next breath.
“I got you,” Morgan murmured around his cock. “Let me.”
And even though this was his first time, Hayes let him.
Kept floating on that easy, uncomplicated cloud of pleasure. Clenched up when Morgan gave him another slick finger, moaning when Morgan finally hit that spot inside him.
Ate up every single word of praise Morgan gave him. Everygorgeousandhotandsexy.Practically came when Morgan told him how good he was taking it.
Then Morgan was rising, pushing his knee up to his chest and a moment later, groaning as he fit the head of his cock to Hayes’ hole.
“Shit, baby, you’re so good like this. So fucking perfect.” Morgan met his eyes as he said it, and it was like he saw inside Hayes, knew exactly what he needed to hear, knew exactly what effect those words had on him.
It shouldn’t have been good sex. Morgan might be experienced with women, but he wasn’t with men. It didn’t matter. It was already the best sex of Hayes’ life, Morgan filling him like he was built for him. His cock, for sure, the perfect length and girth and curve, making Hayes shout with how unerringly he hit every good spot inside him, lighting him up with pleasure. But it was more than that, too.
Like they were two puzzle pieces finding each other and finally nestling together the way they’d always been meant to.
Morgan leaned over him as he fucked him, kissing him on the lips, tender and gentle, at odds with his hard, firm strokes, and sent Hayes over the edge with just that.
A second later, Hayes felt him tense and he was following him.
They collapsed onto the bed, and Morgan slung an arm around him, like he couldn’t quite bear to let him go.
This was the moment. Hayes should say something. Should break the silence, but it felt so weighted.
Instead, it was Morgan who did it. “Good?” he asked.
Hayes nodded, and Morgan groaned as he sat up. Headed to the bathroom and when he returned, he helped Hayes clean up, and Hayes knewthiswas definitely the time.
Especially when Morgan returned to bed, to his side, like he was a magnet and he couldn’t possibly resist.
He started out half a dozen times in his own head.
