Page 74 of Unforgettable Player

I kiss him, holding his face in my hands and tasting my own precum on his tongue. “You’re so good at that.”

“Let me make you come.”

“Not yet.”

It isn’t easy, but I manage to wrangle my way out of the torn tights. By the time I manage to throw them to the other side of the room, he’s lying on his back, waiting for me. The way he looks at me makes me feel like nothing has changed since I was that college athlete. Elliot doesn’t see me as a loser. I kiss him and run my hand down his chest to his stomach, wrap my fingers around his cock and give him a few lazy strokes while he moans into my mouth.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against his lips.

“I want you. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Easy.” I kiss him, taking my time. “Just be you and let me touch you.”

His body relaxes into the mattress. I kiss down his neck and chest, taking my time on his nipples. Licking the pebbled surfaces of the small, dark nubs. He shudders, then gasps. His hands find my hair and tug. I’m so hard my cock aches and I’m leaking onto the sheets. But I can make myself wait. Knowing Elliot is relaxed and feeling good is all I need to keep going like this all night.

I lick a path down his stomach, circle his belly button before dipping further. I ignore his cock for now and nip at the insides of his thighs. The skin there is so smooth and soft. I lick it, making my way up to his balls, sucking one into my mouth before swapping it for the other one. Elliot lets out a loud moan. I have to grip the sheets as I make my way down, lifting his butt off the bed so I can reach him with my mouth. The heat coming from him is intoxicating as I lick between his cheeks. His breath stutters as I circle his hole and his thighs start to tremble.

“God, yes.”

I hum against the puckered skin and feel him melt into the bed as I push in further.

He grunts as I start fucking him with my tongue, grinding against me, legs open wide and feet planted on the bed.

“Stop,” he whines.

I pull myself away and look up to find him disheveled and wild-eyed.

“You. Get here.”

I smile at his bossiness, let him pull me up and kiss him hungrily, our cocks rubbing together. His precum gliding over my dick.

“I wanna get on top this time,” he says.

“Yes.”

I jump off the bed to get the supplies and throw them down on the mattress before pulling him on top of me.

“You’re in control here, Eli. Do whatever you want with me.”

He bites his lip as he looks down at me. His hands roam over my chest and stomach, taking their time on the hairy parts.

“I love how manly you are.”

“You’re manly, too.”

He hums his disagreement, shaking his head.

“Seriously,” I say, running my hands over his hips and his smooth chest. He might not be hairy or jacked, but he’s definitely manly. “These veiny forearms make me kind of feral,” I say, grabbing his arms and arching my hips.

He gasps.

“I love the shape of your shoulders in a t-shirt. The subtle muscles when you flex.”

He closes his eyes and hums as he grinds against me.

“I love your strong thighs,” I say, running my hands up them. “Your jawline,” I add, tracing it with my thumb. “And this.”

He throws his head back on a gasp when I wrap my hand around his cock in a tight grip and start stroking. “Fuck. I like this.”