Page 69 of The Tryout

“I…let’s just say any question you ask that starts with ‘have you ever’ is going to be answered the same way.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me, a question in his eyes.

“No. I haven’t.”

He takes a deep breath, clearly surprised by my answer. I bite the inside of my lip, sure that he’s about to stand up and walk away. Why would someone with his level of experience want to hook up with a professional athlete who can’t even get laid? In his eyes, I see the thought – should he leave? Stop this now? Go easy on the poor virgin?

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he licks his lips and leans in again, brushing against my ear as he whispers.

“Do you…want to?”

Now it’s my turn to raise my eyebrows, surprised that he’s still willing. It’s on the tip of my tongue to talk him out of it, to tell him he doesn’t want that, doesn’t want me.

But I want him, want this.

I lean back in, kissing him soundly before whispering back at him, “Yes”.

The corner of his mouth quirks up and he stands shifting me off his lap as he does. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me over to the couch, pushing me down to sit. Straddling my lap, he dives back in, winding his way back down my throat. At the same time, his fingers trace up my chest, goosebumps spreading across my skin as he fingers the collar of my sweater. He works his way down and I feel my nipples going hard underneath my undershirt. He notices too, his hands making their way underneath the crisp white cotton to rub against my chest, his nails scratching gently over my nipples.

Oh, fuck. The sensation shoots straight to my dick, now pushing against the fly of my pants. The look in his eyes tells me Avery knows exactly what he’s doing to me, equal parts smug and delighted.

His fingers work their way down further, reaching the button on my pants. As he undoes it, his fingers brush against my dick, which swells even further.

“Y’know, Finn, you’ve got a really nice cock.”

I open my eyes, looking at him through heavy lids.

“Yeah?”

He smiles again.

“Yeah. Can’t wait to get my mouth on it.”

With that, he slides off the chair, down onto the floor between my legs. He slides down the zipper of my pants and tugs at them, more a hint for me than a real attempt to remove them. Getting the message, I shove them down my legs, past my knees, hoping that’s enough.

He seems to approve, leaning forward so his head falls into my lap. I brace for impact, anticipating the same warmth I’ve enjoyed during our kisses closing around my dick.

Instead, he veers slightly to the left, planting a kiss on my hip bone. Without control – without thought – my hips thrust forward, pushing into Avery’s face. He backs away a few inches, that smug look still in his eyes.

“S…sorry. I didn’t think that would feel…like that.”

The smile spreads across his face.

“Hey, Finn? You don’t ever have to apologize for something feeling good, or your reaction to that, ok?”

I can feel the heat in my face, but I nod, wondering once more how this came to be my life.

“Good.”

Avery strips of his own shirt, and that sure is a sight for sore eyes. My hand reaches out to him before I can even think about what’s happening.

“Can I…touch?”

His smile grows so big it brings out crinkles around his eyes.

“Yeah, Finn. You don’t ever have to ask.”