Page 73 of Unforgettable Player

He groans, biting down on his lip. “God. I was joking about the tights, but seeing you like this….”

“Yeah?”

“Connor, come here, please.”

“With or without the tights?”

He glances up at me through his lashes, his lip caught between his teeth again. “With.”

I make my way over to the bed, getting on my knees on the edge before crawling close enough to straddle his waist.

He hums with appreciation before sliding his hand over the tights and grasping my cock.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Why is this such a turn on?”

“I don’t know, but it is.” He rubs me through the nylon. I close my eyes, grinding against his hand. “Maybe it’s because I can see your cock and balls through the thin fabric.”

I groan. His explanations are only making this sexier.

“What do they look like?”

“Hot,” he says, eyes losing focus as he stares at me. “And a little squashed.”

I laugh. When I look down at him, he’s smiling.

“They are squashed,” I admit. “Can I take them off yet?”

“Wait.” His eyes get dark. Fuck, what is Eli gonna do to me? “Lay back.”

I do as he says, laying back with my legs open. He hovers over me and watches my face as he bends closer.

“I hope these were cheap tights.”

“Wh—” I throw my head back on a groan as Elliot rips the crotch out of the tights. “Fuck, Eli.”

My cock looks obscene bursting out of the hole in my tights. I’ve never been a manscaper, even though a few guys have tried to suggest I should. A thick, dark plume of pubes sprouts proudly around my dick, my balls hanging heavy underneath.

Elliot hums and licks his lips.

“It’s my turn.”

I’m so out of my mind, I don’t know what he’s talking about until he slides down the bed and takes the head of my cock in his mouth.

I can’t take my eyes off him, no matter how much my lids want to close or my head wants to fall back in pure bliss. This sight is too beautiful to pass up.

Between my hairy thighs in tights, Elliot’s gorgeous head of dark hair bobs while he sucks my dick. His pretty lips wrapped around my shaft, the focus in his eyes, it all drives me crazy. When he gazes up and we make eye contact, my cock jumps in appreciation. Elliot hums around me and his lids get heavy.

“That’s it, baby. Like that. So good. So fucking good.”

Elliot’s soft hums turn into moans as he sucks me in deep, grasping the base with one hand and rolling my balls with the other.

I don’t chase the orgasm. Elliot seems like he’s enjoying himself, and I could do this all night. And I want more, much more.

I could ask him to touch my hole, tap my prostate and make me come, but instead, I ask him to stop.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing, I want you. Come here.”