Page 37 of Until He Scores

“We both know you want to, Pope. I’m on the level. I want you to kiss me.” Thierry cupped my cheek, and a shiver went down my spine. A combination of excitement and arousal swirled low in my belly.

“You’re the first guy I’ve ever kissed,” I murmured, hating the fact my cheeks burned with embarrassment. “You’ve always been my first kiss.” Seemed my confession meter was full, and I had tons of shit to unload.

He groaned. “I knew I was your first. I really wanted you to be my first, too.”

Wait. What? Was he serious last night about all that? A million thoughts raced through my mind as we stared at each other while the sun came up. Three hours of sleep would never be enough to carry on this conversation, yet it seemed, ready or not, we were having it. “I don’t know what to say. I prepared myself for the idea that you wouldn’t remember what you said.”

Thierry laughed. The full-body, though equal parts sleep-filled sound, hit me square in the chest as his face lit up with humor and desire. “I hate to break it to you. I remember everything. Also, I’m a natural bottom, but I also wouldn’t mind if one day, you let me top you. If we’re being honest with each other.”

The fog covering over my brain evaporated as I put two and two together. I jerked, shocked by his confession. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit, indeed,” he agreed.

My mind reeled from the knowledge. Honor and fear settled in the forefront of my mind. I should have backed away. Should have said no, I wasn’t looking for something like Thierry offered. Instead of saying as much, I closed the distance between us. “Please don’t regret this.”

He shook his head. “I’ll never regret this for as long as I live.”

The second my lips met his, I groaned. They were soft, plush, and warm. I adjusted our position so I could deepen the kiss. He rewarded me with needy little moans that built in the back of his throat. Thierry’s hands went to my chest. His fingers explored my body, but it was his nails that had me sucking in a breath.

Thierry scraped my nipple, playing with the hard point before teasing the ring attached there. My hips flexed with each tug and pinch of his fingers. Fire raced through my veins. Arousal bloomed across my senses. Even my dick throbbed for attention, spilling precum over my tip. I moaned Thierry’s name, breaking away to catch my breath. This shouldn’t feel so fucking good.

“What’s this?” He wrapped his free hand around my cock, and I saw stars. “Fuck, Thierry.” I didn’t know what I wanted him to do—let go or make me come.

“Later,” he said. “We’re not ready for that.”

I agreed. However, the wet sounds from stroking me along with the way he attacked my mouth—taking over when I’d been too stunned to start anything for the time being—sent me spiraling out of control. I rolled my hips, desperate for relief. The idea I could get hard and maintain my erection, while also wanting to fuck Thierry, surprised and thrilled me. Maybe I wasn’t giving myself enough credit.

I pulled his mouth back to mine before slipping my hands below the blankets.Turnabout's fair play.I scraped my thumbnail over his nipple while pulling his long, thick cock from the slit in his boxers, groaning into the kiss at how wet the headwas. Matching his pace, I continued to kiss him, swallowing down the sounds he made while he devoured mine. I panted for breath, chasing my orgasm while I forced him to keep up.

This was all dangerous.

Uncharted for someone like me.

Being with Thierry felt right. Like we were meant to be, even if this was the only time we’d ever be intimate together. I palmed his ass, pulling him closer to me so his legs were on either side of my waist and his dick rubbed against mine. We both gasped, clinging to each other while our tips slid over each other, adding more precum to the mix. I stared into Thierry’s gray eyes, clear and bright, and tumbled into him.

“Here,” he said, “like this.” He lined both of our cocks up then wrapped his fist around us. The first stroke had my ass clenching, feeling as though I could shoot at any second. The second had been better than the first as I sank into the miasma of pleasure, pulling us under.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, my brain disengaging. “Fuck.”

“Just wait until I can get my mouth on you,” Thierry replied, adding another level of bliss to the moment.

“Don’t talk like that,” I pleaded, snapping my eyes closed as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over me. “You keep saying those things, and I’ll nut.”

He chuckled, kissing a path across my jaw and down my neck. “You sound like you’re still sixteen.”

A smile floated across my lips as a rumbled laugh filled my throat. “The way you’re jerking us off, makes me feel like I am.”

I rubbed our tips with the palm of my hand then cursed. I shouldn’t have done that, it felt too good, and Thierry made this throaty whiny sound, pushing harder against my dick. “I’m so goddamned sensitive.”

I did it again, rubbing my palm over our tips, prepared this time for how good it would feel before lowering my hand toour balls. Both of us were drawn up and hard, waiting for the moment to shoot. The rough skin stroked across my palm as I manipulated both of us. Thierry sucked in a breath and looked down, watching me tease us.

“For not knowing what you’re doing,” he said with a flirty tone, “you sure do have me close to covering your dick in cum.”

“Naughty,” I joked.

He laughed then sucked in a breath as I squeezed his sac the way I liked doing to myself. “You also don’t play fair.”

“Never promised I would,” I replied, groaning as he played with my slit with the pad of his thumb.

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