Page 70 of Offside

"I can feel your thoughts," he said. "They're loud."

"That seems medically unlikely," I said.

He made a laughing noise through the shirt. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, loosened the fabric with his left hand, and worked the trapped sleeve down instead of lifting the arm through it. When the shirt came free, he looked at me with his hair standing up on one side.

"You all right?" I asked.

"Yeah." He put a pillow on the bed and rested the right arm across it while he removed his jeans. I watched him manage the body he'd chosen to keep playing in, then looked at the rest of him. I loved that body and wanted it.

"What?" he asked.

"Your hair."

He rubbed a hand over it, making it worse.

"Fixed?" he asked.

"Completely." I fought back a smile. I took off my own shirt and let him look at me.

His attention lowered over my chest and stomach. "You planning to stay over there?" His mouth curved. "Get over here, Pryce."

I crossed the room, and he pulled me between his knees with his left hand and kissed my stomach. His stubble dragged over the skin below my navel. I put both hands in his hair.

"Want me on my knees?" I asked.

"Not yet," he said. "Stay where I can reach you."

He opened my jeans and put his mouth over the shape of my erection through my briefs. The heat of it made my fingers tighten in his hair.

"Colt," I said.

"Yeah?" He lifted his head.

"Take them off," I said.

He did, jeans first and briefs after. My cock rose against my stomach. He closed his left hand around the base before taking the head into his mouth.

I watched him lick me slowly, then take me in his mouth. He no longer approached it as something he had to prove he could want. He enjoyed it openly, his eyes lifting to mine while his tongue pressed along the underside of my cock.

"You like that," I said.

He drew back far enough to answer. "Yeah. I like watching you lose control."

"Tell me what else you like," I said.

"I like your hand in my hair. I like when you forget to be quiet."

"I don't forget," I laughed. "You make being quiet a bit difficult."

He took me deep enough to make my next breath falter. His eyes narrowed with satisfaction.

"That," he said when he lifted his head. "Like that."

I bent and kissed him, tasting myself on his mouth.

"Lie down," I said.

"How?" he asked.