Page 55 of Second Shot

I glance around nervously. “You sure we should do this here?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Need to taste you.”

Well, if you insist.

Gabe’s lips brush against the fabric of my briefs, and I groan as he plants a slow, wet kiss right over the swollen outline of my dick. His tongue flicks out, tracing the shape of me through the cotton. I groan as I feel the heat of his mouth through cotton the barrier. My hands fist in his hair, tugging gently as he nuzzles against me, his breath hot and damp against my aching cock.

“Fuck, Gabe,” I hiss, my voice rough with need. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with lust. There’s also the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s loving every second of it.

“This time, you’re coming in my mouth. No stopping me.” He licks his lips, eyes glittering with raw need. “Can’t wait to feel your warm cum sliding down my throat.”

I shiver, my dick throbbing. “Yeah? Well I can’t wait to watch you swallow every fucking drop of my cum.”

“Challenge accepted.”

He yanks my jeans down below my ass. Then, with agonizing slowness, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my briefs and pulls them down, exposing me to the cool afternoon air. My cock springs free, hard and seeping, and Gabe’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. There’s no hiding the hunger in his gaze as he leans in, his breath ghosting over the sensitive head of my dick.

“You smell so good,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. And then his mouth is on me, hot and wet and perfect, and I nearly come instantly, like a damn virgin.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, goosebumps raising all over my body.

Gabe’s lips wrap around the head of my cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as he sucks gently. I groan, my head falling back against the rough bark of the oak tree as he takes more of me into his mouth. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as he works me with his lips and tongue, his movements slow and deliberate.

“You’re fucking killing me, man,” I grate out, trying not to give in to the need to fill his mouth instantly with my jizz.

The contrast between the cool air on my exposed skin and the blistering heat of Gabe’smouth is almost too much to bear. My knees threaten to buckle as he takes me deeper, his throat opening to swallow me down. I feel the tightness of his throat around my shaft, the wet heat of his mouth as he sucks me off with a skill that leaves me gasping for air.

“Shit, that’s good,” I mumble, eyes almost crossing from the pleasure he’s giving me.

He hums his response, which sends vibrations shivering up my spine. His hands move from my thighs to my hips, gripping me tightly as he bobs his head up and down my cock. His tongue probes the sensitive underside, teasing the vein that runs along the length of me, and pressure begins building in my balls.

Gabe’s eyes raise to mine as he works me over, his gaze filled with a raw, primal need that make my stomach clench with desire. His eyes burn into me and he’s completely focused on my pleasure. That’s the hottest thing ever, having Gabe’s full attention. His blue eyes are erotic orbs of lust.

I’m getting close, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of Gabe’s tongue, every suck of his lips. My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer as I thrust into his mouth, fucking his face with a desperation that borders on madness. He’s driven me there. He’s brought me to this place where if I don’t come soon, I might lose my mind.

“I’m gonna shoot,” I warn, my voice hoarse. Gabe doesn’t pull away. Instead, he takes me deeper, his throat opening to my release as I come hard. My cock pulses over and over, spilling warm cream down his tight throat. He swallows every drop, his face a mask of ecstasy as I finish inside his warm cave of a mouth.

My legs are trembling as he finally releases my cock from his greedy mouth. He gives me a satisfied smirk, and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He pushes up to his feet, taking my mouth roughly. I taste my tangy release on his tongue, mingling with his familiar flavor.

“What about you?” I mumble, feeling groggy after he just sucked my brains out. I don’t want to leave him hanging, but I’m also not sure I’d be able to return the favor with the skill he deserves.

“I’m good.” His expression is affectionate as he tucks an unruly lock of hair behind one of my ears. “This was just me showing you how truly sorry I am.”

I smile. “You should fuck up more often. I love the way you apologize.”

He grins.

“But truly, all is forgiven.”

“Thank you, Ryan,” he says softly.

“No problem.” I clumsily pull up my pants, briefs, and zip up my jeans. I’m so relaxed and sated my legs feel wobbly as Gabe and I turn back in the direction of his home. “Just don’t lie to me again, okay? I have trouble trusting people as it is.”

His jaw clenches and he nods, avoiding my gaze. “Yeah, I understand. Trust is hard to rebuild once it’s broken.”

We walk a few feet, and I’m surprised, but happy, when he grabs my hand, weaving his fingers through mine. It’s the first time he’s done anything like that outside his house. I like it. I’ve never been someone who enjoys PDA, but this is good. His gesture gives me hope that maybe this thing between us could turn into something more. It already feels like more to me.

Sure, dating someone on the same team might be tricky, but we’re both professionals. We’d never let our personal lives mess with our work. Even if Gabe ends up wanting to keep things casual and on the down low, I’ll still take whatever I can get. He’s special to me, and just knowing him has brought me a lot of joy.

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