Page 18 of Totally Blitzed

I grip his base and take him into my mouth again, deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft, drawing out exquisite noises that push me closer and closer to the edge.

“Making sounds like that will have me coming before I can finish you off,” I tell him, unzipping my jeans to give myself some room.

“Then come up here,” he says, shuffling back on the bed. He grabs a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer as I strip off my jeans and shirt and climb onto the bed beside him. My heart is racing as I lay down and prop my head on my hand.

He kisses me before I can overthink anything, and our bodies find their way closer together. My cock pressing against his groin, I reach around to squeeze his tight ass with one hand as our lips part and we deepen the kiss.

He caresses my back, moving over my shoulder, tingles spreading across my skin like marking the path his touch has taken, and a moment later, his hand moves between us and wraps us both in his grip. His hand is slick with lube—I didn’t even hear him open the bottle—and when he slowly glides us together in his grasp, I suck in a breath, breaking our kiss.

“You okay?” he asks, and I nod before looking between us.

“Holy fuck that looks hot.”

“Fuck, yeah, you do.”

“Can I help, too? I want to make you moan again.”

“Absolutely.” He slides his grip down, and a shudder of pleasure rolls over me, and when I hold us both just above, his greedy stare locks onto mine. His cock is thicker, but I’m longer, and the head of his is pressed right against my notch. It’s fucking incredible.

He starts to move slowly up, and even though I have us gripped in my hand too, I let him control the movement, but when my hand slides high enough, I squeeze our heads together and twist a little. Parker lets out a moan that I so desperately want to hear again.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he breathes, and heat floods my face. He’s the sexiest fucking man in the world, and he thinksI’mpretty. I’ve never been called pretty, but I love it. I love hearing how much he wants me. Seeing the desperate, greedy look in his eye as he grinds his tight balls against mine and works our cocks together.

He leans forward, grips the back of my neck with his free hand, and pulls me into a deep kiss. Everything with us fits perfectly, like I was made for him. We work our shafts, bodies pressed together, lips locked, breaths coming faster until my balls pull up tight. He shudders against me, and we both explode, ribbons of cum coating both of us.

Yep. I’m totally fucked. But I don’t care. I’ll stay working as everyone’s bitch boy at GSM forever if I get to have this.

Chapter 8

Parker

Threemonthsago,Iwas ready to look for new management, and if you’d asked what the chances are that I’d be running off the field at the end of practice into the arms of my rookie agent, I would have never believed it. But here I am, jogging across the damp grass toward Jase.

The team has been great since I started to actually spend some time with them. They know about me and Jase, and the media do too; they snapped us kissing on his balcony a few weeks back. The Trio of Chaos were happy to give the media their soundbites of, “Get a life,” “Stop creeping on my brother,” and my favorite, “Parker who?” and they left them alone after that—or at least, that’s what they tell me.

I reach Jase, and he’s rubbing the back of his neck, the way he does when he’s nervous.

“Is there something wrong with the contract?”

Cleveland offered me two years, and Jase somehow got them up to three. It’s the magic number to have enough money to cover the trio’s college tuition entirely, and the paperwork is supposed to come through this week. If Cleveland are backing out, it means back to the negotiations.

His eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. The contract is fine. I mean, the papers should be delivered tomorrow.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Ahh, so you know about the family reunion?”

“Yeah, what’s happened?”

“Well, Terry maybe let slip that we’re dating, and now they all want to meet you.”

“Your family?”

“Umm, yeah.”

“Like, your whole family? All of them? At once?”

“You can bring your brothers if you want—they’d love it! It’s a big boat with bars and shows and…and you’re not saying anything. I’ve scared you off, haven’t I?”

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