Page 57 of Scoreless Nights

“Before I leave, and things go back to normal, will you…?”

“Anything,” he urged me to keep going, running a hand through my hair.

“Will you, um, cross all the lines with me?”

He paused, clearly surprised but he knew exactly what I meant. “All of them?”

“I want it to be you,” I confessed.

He started shaking his head, but his eyes told me he wanted to say yes. “You’ve been waiting for the right person. I can’t be the one that takes that from you.”

“I’ve been waiting for someone who won’t run when I ask questions, or tell them how inexperienced I am. I’ve been waiting for someone who cares about me enough not to hurt me. I’ve been waiting for a moment where I don’t have anyone breathing down my neck because of how worried they are about me.”

My last words nearly choked me as I tried to stop myself from crying. Cruz didn’t understand, and he never would, but he knew what I was saying was the truth.

Still, I thought he would keep saying no, and turn me down. He took his hands to the sides of my cheeks, his thumbs rubbed the top of my cheekbones where a few tears had spilled down.

“Okay,” he whispered, then kissed me.

It took me a minute to realize that he had agreed, but when it finally sunk in, I returned his kiss and laced my arms around his neck. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him, and then he backed into the shower, hot water stinging my skin as we continued to deepen our kiss.

With our lips still connected, he set me on my feet and pushed my shorts down, then trailed his hands under my shirt, pulling away from my lips only long enough to take it off. His hands roamed my body and I did the same to him, wanting to touch every muscle and dip he had.

When he finally pulled back from my mouth, he reached out for a bottle of body wash and rubbed it in his hands. He started putting it around his chest, and I took the loofah that hung on a hook and started rubbing his body with it. He moaned and turned around so I started scrubbing his back, savoring the feeling of caring for him.

As I placed a kiss on his shoulder, he grabbed his cock and started stroking himself fast and hard.

“Don’t,” I jumped. “I thought…”

“Not this one,” he groaned. “It's too late for this one. I’ll never be able to give you what you deserve.”

It took me a minute to realize what he meant, but when he started stroking himself again, it clicked.He was too far gone.

“Wait,” I said again, making him groan, as his hand stopped.

With the water hitting his back, I got down on my knees and took my hand up the inside of his thighs. His knees buckled and I licked my lips before I did what he told me to do and make it wet and sloppy, then using my hand for whatever I couldn’t take.

I started sucking on him harder than I did the night before. I was braver, and dare I say more experienced? I felt more confident in what I was doing and as long as my teeth didn’t get in the way, I knew that my mouth was bringing him nothing but pleasure.

Cruz decided to teach me something new and grabbed my free hand from his leg, putting it underneath his balls. My palm covered him as my finger skimmed his perineum. It felt extra naughty to touch him there, but I stroked him with two fingers while I continued to work him with my mouth.

Then he grabbed onto the back of my head and I felt his cum start coating my tongue. Instead of being told to swallow, I did it on my own and then went back on him as if I could get more.

“Fuck no,” he laughed and pulled me up by my arms. “You can’t bring me to my knees yet, I need those for tomorrow’s game.”

“I want to come,” I blurted as my hand skimmed his bare chest.

“To the game? Or like, in my bed?”

Shoving his chest playfully, I laughed. “Both. But I meant your game. Alone. I wanna cheer for you without being worried about my friends knowing who you are to me.”

“Who am I to you?”

“The same person you’ve always been,” I smiled. “Notmy brother.”

He laughed, then pressed his lips to mine. “You’re damn right I’m not.”

By the time we managed to get out of the shower, I could smell the dinner I had in the oven, and I started to panic that I had let it go too far. Completely naked, I ran across the apartment into the kitchen to open the oven and took the dish out, setting it on top of the oven. Cruz had thrown on some shorts and was walking slowly from the other room and running a hand through his wet hair.

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