Page 50 of Unforgettable Player

“Touch me, please.”

He doesn’t make me elaborate, just brushes his hand down my sweaty stomach until he reaches the waistband of my shorts and hooks his thumb in.

“Sure?” he asks, sliding his thumb over the sensitive skin under the waistband. The way his skin brushes mine makes my eyes roll.

“Mm.”

I shuffle and lift my hips to help him pull my shorts down just under my butt. He slips his hand under my boxers and squeezes my bare ass.

“Fuck, Eli.”

It makes my head swim to think I’m turning Connor on. That my body is the cause for that rock hard erection pressing against me.

He kisses my neck, licks the clammy skin. I love having his saliva on me, love the thought of him tasting the salt on my skin.

He pulls my boxers down further, the elastic getting stuck on my clammy thighs.

“I’m so sweaty, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I love it. Your skin smells fucking amazing.”

He gives one more tug on my shorts and my cock springs free. The second his hand wraps around the base, I moan.

“Shh.”

“It’s okay, he won’t hear us,” I tell him breathlessly, fisting his hair. I’m so far gone, even if my dad hasn’t taken his usual sleeping pill, I couldn’t care less.

I slide my hand between us and stroke his cock through his underwear, lingering on the tip where a wet patch blooms through the fabric.

Connor hisses. Knowing I made him do that makes my head swim.

He tries to stroke me, but his hand gets stuck. We’re too clammy.

I kick the sheets off, and when he sees what I’m trying to do, Connor breaks away and throws the sheet on the floor.

For a moment, I’m exposed. My cock out, my shorts pulled down somewhere in the middle of my thighs. My t-shirt bunched up and drenched in sweat. But the way Connor looks at me tells me I don’t need to be embarrassed.

“Fuck, Eli.”

Before I can react, he’s tugging at my shorts and pulling me along with them. He laughs and stops what he’s doing.

“Wait.” The headboard acts as a good anchor as I grip on tight and let Connor finish undressing me from the waist down. The cool air from the fan feels amazing on my bare skin.

“You,” I say, toeing his boxers. As good as he looks tenting his tight, grey Calvin’s, cock leaking through the fabric, I can only imagine how good he looks naked.

He doesn’t need any further coaxing. In another moment, he’s hooking his thumbs in the waistband and pulling his boxers down to his knees.

I bite my lip at the sight of Connor Ryan in all his naked glory. His broad chest tapering to a slim waist, the V-shape fully exposed, the plume of thick, dark pubic hair and the impressive cock standing erect, long and thick with a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

“Holy shit.”

He looks down at me with a sexy smile, running his hands over his abs. “I’m not as lean as I was when I was training.”

“Are you shitting me right now?”

He cocks an eyebrow, looking almost shy.

“If you were a picture on my phone, I’d think you were AI.”