Page 110 of Breakaway Goals
“Please,please,” Hayes begged, when he finally gave him a third. Slowly pushing in and out, wanting to absorb every moment of this. Never forget it.
“You gotta be patient, angel,” Morgan warned. His cock was throbbing, insisting that it didn’t want to be patient either. But he could do it, still. He could be anything Hayes needed.
“I’m done being patient,” Hayes complained, hot green eyes meeting Morgan’s. “Come on.”
And okay, maybe theyhadwaited long enough. Hissing as he wrapped his lube-covered fingers around his dick, getting himself nice and slick so that all Hayes was going to feel was melting pleasure, Morgan positioned himself.
“Just like this,” Morgan told him. Hayes’ eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as he began to push in.
His fingertips dug insistently into Morgan’s shoulders. He was probably leaving marks, the bite of pain a counterpoint to the pleasure spreading through him at the hot clasp of Hayes’ body. But it was obvious from the look on Hayes’ face that he was loving every second of this. Then there were the little punched groans he kept making, like he’d never felt anything as good in his life as Morgan’s dick.
And Morgan’s dick agreed right back, because Hayes was an angel and he felt like straight up heaven inside.
So good, Morgan was probably not going to last.
“Faster. I know you can,” Hayes groaned, kicking at the back of Morgan’s thigh with his heel. “Fuck me like you mean it, baby.”
“I’m not gonna,” Morgan panted. Hayes felt way too fucking good, and then it wasHayes. Under him, around him, the taste of him on his lips, on his tongue.
“Me neither,” Hayes said, pushing himself up and kissing Morgan insistently.
Morgan lost it then, thrusting over and over like he could lose himself and that would be okay. It would be better than okay. It would be them, together, finally, and even though maybe their window of opportunity might’ve closed, ithadn’tbecause they were here right now.
“God,” Hayes cried out, angling his hips. Morgan pressed down harder, the slick head of Hayes’ cock rubbing against his abs, and then he clenched up and that was it. He was falling, falling,falling, but this time he wasn’t alone, Hayes was here, to catch him.
When he opened his eyes, still panting, there was something weirdly metallic on his tongue, and oh yeah, that was blood.
He glanced down and barked out a laugh. His teeth were imprinted right into Hayes’ perfect shoulder.
And Hayes was laughing too. Straight up giggling, like he was never going to stop.
“Baby,” he said breathless, “don’t worry, I’m definitely yours.”
“Sorry,” Morgan said, flustered. God, he’d just bitten Hayes.
“Don’t be.” Hayes grinned. “I liked it.”
“Yeah? It’s not gonna be a problem in the locker room?”
“I can’t exactly fine myself, right?” Hayes smirked.
“You could. Maybe youshould.” It was shockingly easy to joke about it. Easy because he felt light and easy, filled with helium.
If he wasn’t pressed to Hayes, neck to thigh, he might just float away.
“Maybe I should,” Hayes mused, tucking his face into Morgan’s sweaty neck. “Can I . . .”
Morgan didn’t know what Hayes was asking for but the answer was straightforward. “Anything.”
Hayes chuckled again. Sounding just about as light as Morgan felt. “You don’t even know what it is!”
“Only because you didn’t tell me,” Morgan joked, running a hand up and down Hayes’ flank. “You gonna tell me?”
“Can I . . .” Hayes huffed out a laugh. “I feel stupid even asking. I love you, okay? I wanted to say it again.”
Morgan’s heart tripped again. He wasn’t used to hearing it. He definitely was not used to believing it. And he couldn’t do anything else, not when Hayes said it all breathless and eager and perfect like that.
“Why wouldn’t that be okay? I love you, too.” It was a fucking miracle, about a hundred miracles, one piled on top of another one, to be able to say it and not get immediately punched in the face for it.
