Page 137 of Breakaway Goals
He dug his heels into the mattress and tried to think unsexy thoughts, because Morgan between his legs, sucking him down like he’d spent the last six years dreaming about doing it, was making him lose it way faster than he wanted.
“So good,” he groaned as Morgan’s tongue did something ridiculous. His mouth was so hot and wet it was fucking heaven. Morgan liked to call him angel, but Hayes wasn’t sure the opposite wasn’t closer to the truth.
This was all he’d ever wanted; it was impossible to put on the brakes even when he knew he should. He just wanted to dive right into the deep end and never come up for air.
It wasthatgood, and then Morgan slid a wet finger behind his balls and up against his hole.
“I . . .” His voice wavered, which might have been embarrassing if he hadn’t looked down and seen the look on Morgan’s face, equally as overwhelmed.
“You want that?” Morgan’s voice was fucked out too. Rough around the edges and desperate.
They had practice tomorrow, but no game. He could deal with it.
“Please,” Hayes said, and Morgan groaned, likeHayeswas actually the drop-dead sexy one here.
Saliva wasn’t going to be enough to open him up, not for Morgan’s cock, but Morgan didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Toying with just one finger and then finally another, making Hayes squirm and swear.
“Come on,” Hayes finally begged, “get the lube. I’mdyinghere.”
Morgan muttered a curse under his breath as he got to his feet. His cock was hard and red, wet at the tip. Clearly he was just as turned on as Hayes was, and Hayes hadn’t even touched him.
Something heshouldremedy, and he was in the middle of thinking about how he would—get his mouth and his hands on Morgan’s dick—when Morgan slid three wetter fingers into him and brushed right up against his prostate.
“Fuck,” Hayes screeched. Probably not in a very attractive way, but it felt so good he might be going out of his mind. “Get in menow.”
“One minute,” Morgan said, annoyingly.
“We’ve waited long enough,” Hayes said, wiggling his ass. “Comeon.”
“So fucking impatient,” Morgan complained, but his fingers were shaking as he rearranged Hayes’ hips, angling him just right before sliding inside.
Every time Hayes had thought of how it had been six years ago, he’d tell himself that it had to be a mirage of some kind or he was just plain misremembering how good it was. Usually he gave himself a pep talk like,you’ve had good sex before and you’ll have good sex again.
But sex with Morgan wasn’t just good; it was like he freaking rearranged the fabric of Hayes’ universe.
Morgan gripped Hayes’ knee, sliding it up to his thigh, leaned into him and fucked him deaf, blind, and stupid. Hayes was aware he was probably making some really dumb noises, saying a lot of nonsense, but none of that mattered. All he cared aboutwas the fucking flawless slide of Morgan’s cock into him, over and over again, his dick brushing against Morgan’s abs, catching a little on the skin. He was going to come just from this, and that was insane, but Hayes could only hang on and beg for more.
He came, and Morgan let out an equally unsteady groan before his own hips stuttered and he fell right onto Hayes.
They were both panting heavily, Hayes’ fingers slipping along the sweaty curves of Morgan’s shoulders. Morganwassort of crushing him, but Hayes decided he didn’t care. It had been too good to worry about things like messes and dirty sheets and breathing.
Breathing, totally overrated.
“I’m probably killing you,” Morgan mumbled into his neck.
“Yeah, but it’s okay. I’d die happy,” Hayes said, pressing his mouth to the side of Morgan’s sweaty hair.
Morgan sighed, a happy content sound that Hayes would never have imagined he could make. Andhewas the one who’d made Morgan feel that good.
“Give me a minute, and then we’ll get up. Clean up.”
“Shower?” Hayes offered. “I was going to wash the airplane off, anyway.”
“Always with the best ideas.” Morgan sounded dick-drunk. Love-struck. Blown away by it. Hayes understood. How was he supposed to go about his normal life when this was waiting for him at home?
It was a fucking miracle he was still playing hockey games.
There’d been a point when he’d been sure that Morgan was exaggerating when he said he’d have done something stupid in Toronto to keep this, to keephim. Hayes had gotten it then, but he’d never understood it more than he did right now.
