Page 46 of Overtime Goal
He reached for my hand. “I’m sorry, Riles.”
“For…?”
“For acting like an asshole at dinner. You didn’t deserve it, and what you do isn’t my business, anyway.”
My stomach tightened because I wasn’t sure what he meant. The apology was clear, but the message underneath it was not. What if he didn’t know either?
I chose my words carefully and tried not to step on anything sharp. “Thank you, but what I doisyour business. You’re mybest friend, and you want me to be okay, just as I do for you. What happens to both of us matters to both of us.” I swallowed before going on. “I’m sorry about what happened at dinner. You don’t ignore someone you care about, and I got distracted and acted like a jerk.”
He nodded slowly. “Know what? Why don’t we call it even? Accept each other’s apologies and let tonight be what it was. We don’t have to figure everything out right now. Maybe in a few days, we’ll want to talk about it.”
“You mean so much to me, Logan, and I never want to hurt you. Please know that.”
He sighed and squeezed my hand. “I care about you too, but if we keep the other from doing what we want, I’m scared we’ll start resenting each other. I don’t want that.”
My heart sank at the thought. “You aren’t keeping me from doing anything. Right now, the only thing you could do to stop me from going after what I want is if you don’t let me kiss you.”
His breath hitched, and he let my hand go and rolled onto his side. I cupped his cheek with a hand, and when our lips touched, it was little more than a breath. I moaned, sliding my hand behind his neck and pulling him closer.
He pressed his mouth against mine, turning the moment into a real kiss. His lips were warm and solid. When I slid my tongue between them, he shifted closer until we were skin to skin, then dropped an arm over my back.
I pushed my tongue farther into his mouth, trying to fix whatever we’d broken. Since I wasn’t great with words, I hoped what we were doing would tell him how badly I needed him, and how much I didn’t want this thing between us to get fucked up.
We ground together, our cocks sliding against each other. Every movement sparked heat in my balls. He was as hard as I was, thick against me, and I needed to feel him without anything between us. After we shoved our boxers down far enough to getour hands inside, I wrapped mine around his cock. It was hot and heavy, throbbing in my grip. When his hand closed on me and we began stroking each other, it felt so good I nearly came out of my skin.
After a moment, I pulled away from his mouth. “Goddamn, I’ve got a big cock, but yours is a fucking work of art.”
“Bullshit. You’re bigger than I am.”
“Lengthwise, maybe,” I said. “But you’re as thick as a fucking soup can.”
His eyes went dark. “You saying you don’t like it?”
“Idon’tlike it. I fucking love it.”
His chuckle was a rough sound that fanned the fire building inside me. “You’re already leaking like a faucet. Let’s lose the boxers.”
After I kicked the comforter out of the way, we shoved our underwear off and tossed them across the room. Mine landed somewhere by the dresser, and his might’ve hit the lamp.
He sat back against the headboard, legs spread wide, with his fist wrapped around his cock. Thick, flushed, and glistening at the tip, it looked obscene in his hand. His abs, glistening with sweat, clenched with every stroke.
Though I meant to lean back beside him, I couldn’t look away. I trailed my fingers down his chest and abs, brushing sweat and heat as I went. After circling his navel, I grazed my hand lower until I reached the root of his cock.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “You’re so fucking hot.”
He gave me a crooked grin and jerked faster. “You’ve got a string of precum hanging out of your slit, babe.” He swiped at it with two fingers and sucked it off with a filthy slurp. “You joining me, or just gonna sit there watching?”
“Hell yeah, I’m joining.” I gripped my cock and groaned at the rush of sensation. “Fuck. I’ve been needing this all goddamn night.”
Logan’s eyes locked on me. “Show me. It’s been a while since I saw you jerk it.”
“Fuck.” My voice was low. “And I’ll watch you shoot all over those amazing abs while I blow.”
His hips stuttered as he thrust up into his fist. “Filthy little shit.”
“Yeah?” I smirked as I ran my thumb over the head of my cock. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
“Make you loud.”
