Page 70 of Overtime Goal
He gasped when I circled his hole and pressed again. Groaning, he rocked his hips, fucking my mouth while trying to push down on my finger.
“Jesus, Logan. Stick it in.”
I pushed harder, and when my finger breached him, his body clamped down so tightly I couldn’t move. His head dropped forward, and he trembled.
When I glanced upward, he gave a frantic nod.Yes. Keep going.
I worked with what little space I had, twisting my finger and moving it in tiny circles to tease him open. I was still sucking his slick, throbbing cock enough to keep the rhythm steady, letting his pleasure rise and fall while I fingered him. Gradually, he softened enough for me to push until my finger was buried to the second knuckle.
After a moment, I was in all the way. As I pulled back to fingerfuck him, I grazed his prostate. It was firm and swollen, ready for him to come.
“Fuck!” he cried out.
I pressed into the spot, dragging him closer to the edge. He gasped and bucked, caught between thrusting into my mouth and fucking himself down onto my hand. A mess of grunts anddesperate whines spilled out of him, each one making me work harder.
He let go of my hair and cradled my face like I was the only thing tethering him to Earth. “Don’t stop.” His voice was shredded. “Don’t stop,pleasedon’t fucking stop.” He panted for a few seconds. “I’m gonna… Fuck, be ready!”
My mouth was greedy, and when I sucked harder and pressed into his prostate again, he shouted and came like he’d been holding it in for years. Hot pulses flooded my mouth, and I swallowed every drop, ravenous for him. His thighs trembled, and his body jerked with each spurt. He clenched his fingers in my hair as if letting go would take away everything.
He cried out again, then slipped back into harsh grunts as his body gave me everything it had. As he wound down, he quieted, and I eased my finger free when he stopped shooting.
“Goddamn,” he whispered, and then his knees buckled.
I caught him before he collapsed, bracing both hands on his hips. “Easy, babe. I’ve got you.”
He slid down the wall, boneless and dazed, landing in a sprawl on the tile. His mouth hung open, and his skin was flushed.
I crouched beside him, needing to be close. The love I felt was an inferno, and I had no idea how I’d held it in this long. Emotion, affection, awe, and years of wanting pushed up so fast they lodged in my chest, warming my heart as it had never been before.
Riles mumbled a string of half-syllables before his eyes focused. “Love you, Blue Eyes.”
I grinned like an idiot and said, “I love you too.” Then I leaned in to kiss him.
He cupped the back of my head and drew me in. When he slipped his tongue between my lips, my heart stuttered. Everykiss was full of wonder. Loving him, and being loved in return, unlocked something in me I’d never dared touch.
When the kiss ended, I sat beside him and reached for his hand. He leaned against me and whispered, “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll return the favor.”
We both dozed, slumbering in the stripes of sunlight streaming in through the tall, narrow windows in the foyer. An urgent call from my bladder finally brought me around, and when I got up, Riley stirred.
“Where are you going?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
“Got to piss. I’ll be right back.”
“No problem,” he said. “I need to go too.”
He pulled the tangle of shorts and underwear over his feet and stood. We headed down the hallway, and I was a little surprised when he followed me into the bathroom.
I raised an eyebrow. “You into water sports?”
“No, but… I have to go, and who knows what I might get into with you.”
Like all players sometimes had to do back in juniors, Riles and I stood on opposite sides of the toilet and unleashed the streams. He didn’t take his eyes off my dick. “Shit, your cock’s beautiful no matter what it does.”
I was enjoying looking at his. “Are you getting hard?”
He flicked his eyes up to mine, then back to my dick. “I am. You really do it for me.”
After we finished, I tucked myself back into my shorts.
