Page 66 of Cherry Picking
He nods, but his eyes are screwed shut. Unconvinced, I cover his body with my own and drop my forehead to his.
“Talk to me, Riley.”
His pained laugh has me stilling my movements inside of him, and his eyes flutter open with a hint of a smile.
“I’m not sure I can take your dick.” He says it in such a small, self-deprecating voice that it makes my heart hurt.
“You don’t have to.” I prop up on one arm and brush aside a clump of his sweaty, copper hair. “Want me to stop?”
He shakes his head. “It’s strange and a little uncomfortable, but I’m down for the ass play. Fitting your whole cum-stick in my ass on the other hand …”
My laughter kick starts his own, which only makes him clench harder around my digit, causing us both to moan as we settle.
“I think I know how to make this good for both of us.”
I sit up and pull out of him, eyeing his thick, soft cock laying across his stomach.
“You good to finish that blowjob you started earlier?”
Riley’s eyes spark with heat as I stroke myself back to life. “Is that even a question?”
“Hm.” I lean down and drag my lips over his in a brief kiss before lining our dicks up and fitting them in my fist. “How about you blow me while I swallow you?”
We both watch our cocks firm up around each other, sliding through the lube and precum coating my hand.
“I get the feeling there’s more?” He asks, daring to look away and meet my eyes.
“Let’s see who can take more fingers.”
Riley’s laugh booms through the room as sure as his fingers thread in my hair and pull me down to him. Crush his mouth to mine while his hips fuck up into my touch.
“That’s not fair, frat boy. Your ass was made for gaping.”
I shrug, and he scrapes his teeth down my jaw. “Guess you’d better come before I make it that far.”
I’ll never turn down a chance to be dicked down by Riley—he’s a beast—but presented with the opportunity to give him the same type of pleasure he gives me?
Sign me up.
Positioning myself above him but facing away, Riley gives me a teasing slap on the ass.
Being a goalie means that the extra flexibility makes easing my cock past Riley’s lips while sinking his into my mouth is easier than it should be.
Riley hollows his cheeks and sucks on me with the pure intention of bringing me to the edge as quickly as possible. A wet finger presses to my entrance, and I almost forget that I’m supposed to be opening him up the same.
We become a battle of lips, tongues, and fingers. More times than I care to admit, I stop touching him entirely and get lost in the feel of his throat and finger fucking.
It serves as an excellent distraction for him as well, because I get three fingers knuckle deep in his tight, restricting hole before the discomfort swings back in, and he taps out on my hip.
I pull out of his mouth and his ass simultaneously, listening to him gasp and grunt as he catches his breath. What I don’t do is stop the suction on his dick. I lick, suck, bob, and otherwise devour his dick while his thighs tense and fuck his thick shaft deeper into my mouth.
My abdomen clenches, my balls pull tight, and at the same time my orgasm overtakes me, I feel Riley swell in my mouth.
Ribbons of cum shoot across my taste buds with no notice, and while I swallow some, there’s a bit that mixes with my saliva down his shaft as I keep suction on his softening cock until he taps me again.
When I pull off and peer back at him, he’s got a delicious smile on his face. One streaked with globs of white.
“Sorry,” I say, but we both know I’m not sorry in the slightest.
