Page 20 of Overtime Goal
He grinned. “What? Kissed someone?”
“No. Kissed a man.”
His eyes softened as he slid a hand down my back. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah.” I was panting hard as if I’d come back from a run. “I… I don’t want to fuck it up though.”
“You won’t.” He traced a finger over my lips. “Do what you always do. Kissing is kissing.”
I needed to adjust to how he felt, to the scruff on his face and the angles of his body against mine. I dragged my lips across his cheek and kissed the soft skin beneath his ear.
He shivered. “Fuck, Riles. Let’s go to bed.”
I nodded, and he drove me backward step by step until I hit the bed. A second or two later, I was flat on my back with him on top. He was big and solid, completely in control. His weight pinned me down with his hard cock against my hip. Holy fuck. That had me rock hard in seconds. He had his mouth on my neck, licking and sucking while he dragged sounds out of me I didn’t know I could make.
He went back to my mouth and kissed me again. Our tongues caressed each other while he ground against my hip. The intimacy hit me harder than anything I’d felt for a long time. I clung to him, dizzy from his taste and the sweet ache building in my gut.
Fuck yes. Take this from me. Take everything.
He shifted until our cocks aligned through our pants. One slow grind took my breath away, and I grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter against me. He rolled his hips, making me growl as electricity arced between our cocks.
I thrust against him, chasing the heat and friction.Holy fucking shit. This is damn good.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered against my lips. “Let’s get naked.”
He rolled off, and we both stood beside the bed while we stripped. I was shaking so much it took a moment to get out of my shirt, pants, boxers, and socks, and then we were both nude.
I felt very exposed. We’d seen each other naked in the locker room hundreds of times, but this was different. We weren’t changing in and out of uniforms or taking a quick shower with the team. I’d done those things most of my life, and you learn to look without seeing. And you never, ever think about another guy’s body, especially his dick.
But that night, Logan’s gaze dragged over me, and my skin burned under his scrutiny. He said nothing, and I couldn’t stop staring back, my heart beating faster by the second as I noticed his broad chest, flat stomach, and the blond hair tapering to a thick trail at his navel.
His cock stood upright. It was hard and heavy, already flushed and slick at the tip. His dick wasn’t as long as mine, but it was thicker. Fuck, it looked powerful. No, it was dominant.
“Can I touch you?” My voice came out rough.
“Fuck, Aidan.” His voice was husky. “Touch anything you want.”
Using a finger, I circled the slick, warm head, making him gasp. When I pulled away, a thread of precum stretched between my finger and his cock.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
“Fuck yes.”
He took my hand, and after sucking my finger, he kissed me again. I tastedhim: sweet, rich, and musky. The tang was unfamiliar, but I loved it because it was Logan.
Moving slowly, he planted kisses down my throat, onto my chest, and sucked my left nipple.
“Holy shit!” I hadn’t even known that was a thing with guys, but the wet heat of his mouth, the suction, and the texture of his tongue made my cock throb so hard it hurt.
“Like that?” he asked, not waiting for a reply before wrapping his hand around my cock.
“Jesus Christ!”
He laughed, and the low, scratchy sound made me want more of him. When he brought his hand to his mouth and licked my precum off his fingers, his hum of pleasure was almost a growl. He kissed me yet again, and I tasted myself on his tongue. My precum was saltier than his, but other than that, it was about the same.
Our cocks touched, and my mind left my body. The hot, slick sensation had me floating somewhere above the room. When he pulled me closer and rocked his hips, dragging his cock against mine, I gasped.
“Jesus, Ade,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
