Page 24 of Cherry Picking
He nods minutely and strokes a hand leisurely along my shaft. “Right. I didn’t think about …”
I shake my head. “Why would a closeted man who just got out of a two year relationship think about his teammate’s STI status?”
A puff of laughter hits my dick, and that shouldn’t turn me on more.
“Can I continue?”
Now that I’m done being reasonable and responsible? “Absolutely.”
Riley is slow and teasing with his kitten licks, keeping up the steady friction of his hand on my dick and experimenting withhow he flattens his tongue over the frenulum. Our eyes meet, and I want to take that white-blond hair in my fist and force him down my dick, but I grip the bed sheet to keep myself still.
“What,” I rasp as he outlines the head of my dick with his saliva, “you had a boyfriend but never sucked dick?”
Goading him turns out to be a good gamble, because he grins up at me and gives the tip one lazy suck, slipping his tongue just inside the hood and making me shudder.
“Not one as big as yours.” He pulls the skin back just enough to fit his tongue in again and closes his lips around the head.
I take back my faux complaint, because he’s as talented with his mouth as he is with his skates—and he’s a marvel to watch on the ice.
I’m also not that big, but I have no plans of pointing that out while he’s licking my length and fucking my dick with the tip of his tongue.
It still feels like he’s playing with me, but all I have to do is catch him palming over his erection with the hand not busy pumping and twisting me for my balls to hit a ten on the ‘ready to blow’ scale.
“Riley,” I moan as my hips pitch forward, as he takes my dick halfway into the hotness of his mouth, and I lose all ability to speak. To think.
I shoot my hand out to tug his hair and warn him, but his eyes flick up to mine, and I swear this motherfucker smiles as he increases the suction and fondles my balls in his hand.
The only thing hotter than shooting down his throat is thinking about him returning the favor and filling my ass.
I let go, dick pulsing between Riley’s lips and aftershocks rocking my body like a thunderstorm.
Oh my fucking god.
I have to fall back onto my elbows to keep from collapsing entirely. When I can open my eyes without the world spinning, Isee Riley gazing at me with a small smile while he wipes a streak of cum from the corner of his lips.
Hot.
“Holy fuck, you swallowed.”
He raises a brow, and I shake my head.
“No, I mean—shit, Riley, that’s hot as fuck. Do you want me to…?”
I gesture to the hard outline in his own sweats, and he audibly gulps. “Um, I haven’t … uh … been tested in a while.” He furrows his brow. “Matty and I used condoms for some things but not others.”
“I can give you a handjob if you want.”
The blood that rushes into his cheeks makes me wish I could lean over and kiss him. Maybe I can; we haven’t talked about it yet, and I don’t want to assume while whatever this is is so fragile.
“I don’t think this is in the ‘rebound friend’ job description.” His voice is strained, and I push a hand through the top of his hair to be comforting.
“We can mix it up. How about ‘Rebound Friends with Benefits’?”
He looks at me, andfuckI might die if I can’t kiss him soon.
“You’re okay with that?”
“On one condition.”
