Page 53 of Unforgettable Player

I think he’s gonna start fucking into me, hard and fast, but when he moves, it’s patient and cautious. Rolling his hips, thrusting into me in slow, languid movements. Watching me the whole time, kissing me, brushing my sweaty hair out of my face. I have one hand fanned over his back, taking in the flexing of his muscles as he thrusts into me, the other in his hair, grasping, tugging, twirling the strands around my fingers.

My knees are pressed against my chest, Connor’s getting as close as he can physically get. His nose brushes mine. He smiles softly before diving in for a kiss. His hips thrusting deeper, a little harder.

I don’t know how long we do it like this, but I’m in no hurry to stop. Not even with the ache in my thighs or the sting from how big he is. I don’t even care that every second I get sweatier, more unbearably hot. That the fan seems to be blowing warm air on us now. It’s worth it to see how red Connor’s cheeks are. How glassy his eyes have become. To see him bite his lip, hear him pant and moan, whisper my name. Kiss me like he needs me.

“So good,” he moans on a thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good, Eli.”

Sex has never been this intimate for me. There’s a well of emotion tingling under the surface that I have to keep pushing down. I’m trying to live in the moment and cling only to the physical sensations, but it’s impossible when I’m doing this with him.

“Connor, please.”

The second he touches my cock, that place we’ve been in, suspended just on the edge of climax, sucks me in, pulls me under. I gasp as Connor strokes me over the edge. Heat pooling in my groin, pleasure tingling up my spine. I moan as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel a smile touch the corners of my lips as pure bliss washes over me. In those perfect few seconds that Connor makes me come, I know I have never felt better than this in my life.

12

CONNOR

I’ve been staring at Eli for ages. Heart pounding in my chest, resisting the urge to touch him while he sleeps. I keep watching him while he opens his eyes. He blinks, surprised to see me, before realization sweeps across his face and he blushes and buries his face in the pillow.

“Morning,” I say, my voice croaky.

Elliot returns the greeting into the pillow.

“Why are you hiding?” I ask, laughing.

“You saw me naked last night.”

“You saw me naked, too.”

He lifts his head and looks at me. “It’s not the same thing.”

“Why not?”

“Because….” His eyes roam over the blanket covering me. He licks his lips. “People would pay to see you naked.”

“They’d pay to see you naked, too.”

He snorts, flipping onto his back. The blanket shifts enough for me to get a better view of his bare chest. My cock stirs. Was last night a one-time thing? Would he want to do it again with me? Could anything ever just be ‘casual’ with Eli? What we did last night sure as fuck didn’t feel casual.

“Eli.”

“Yeah?”

“Last night was …” Fuck, how do I describe what last night was?

He turns his head to look at me, waiting for me to say something.

“Amazing.”

That coy smile kills me, makes whatever the fuck the fall-out of this will be more than worth it. For me at least. I have no idea what he’s thinking, and I need to.

“Was it … okay for you?”

He lets out a brash laugh. “Was sleeping with the guy I’ve had a crush on since I was a kid ‘okay?’”

I raise an eyebrow, feeling suddenly cocky and inflated on the compliment. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Yes, Connor. It was the best sex I’ve ever had by a landslide. Of course it was.”