Page 29 of Breakaway Goals
For a moment that felt elastic and endless, Morgan didn’t say anything. Just stared at Hayes. Then finally, he nodded and pulled his own sweatshirt off. The look in his hazel eyes was intense, focused. Telling Hayes to make the play.
Hayes wasted no time.
He’d gone long enough without doing this.
Tugging down Morgan’s pants and his underwear, he leaned in, getting his first good look at Morgan Reynolds’ dick.
It was so unfair that his cock was as gorgeous as the rest of him, but right now, Hayes wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t more than a little flattered that the closer he came, licking his lips, the tighter Morgan’s thighs tensed.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Morgan groaned, not sounding like he hated it at all.
“Just admiring the view,” Hayes murmured. He let himself for another breath and then he slipped it into his mouth, the taste of Morgan’s precome coating his tongue as he wrapped it around the head, sucking hard.
Morgan let out a wordless groan, and when Hayes glanced up, he was digging his fists into the comforter.
“You can put your hands in my hair,” Hayes said, letting up for a second. “Just . . .uh . . .don’t pull too hard.”
The flush on Morgan’s face deepened, winding its way down his bare chest.
“Shit, that’s hot,” he said, and he reached out with one hand. But as Hayes took Morgan’s cock back into his mouth, he didn’t use it to dig into his scalp or pull his hair, hard or otherwise. Instead, his touch was sweet, almost reverent, tracing the lines of Hayes’ face, feeling the bulge of himself against Hayes’ cheek.
When he finally settled in Hayes’ hair, he was still gentle, caressing his scalp.
And that only encouraged Hayes to take Morgan deeper, to let the tip of his cock ghost at the back of his throat.
Morgan moaned louder. He was almost babbling now, an endless litany ofbabyandpleaseandgood, that was the encouragement Hayes needed to double his efforts.
Too soon, Morgan’s hand finally tightened in his hair, a warning for Hayes right before Morgan was gasping and he was coming down his throat.
“Holy shit,” Morgan exhaled as Hayes licked him clean and let him slip from his mouth.
He was breathing hard, not just from sucking cock, but his own arousal, now that he was able to focus on the fact that he was more turned on than he’d probably ever been in his whole life.
Just the fact that he’d sucked Morgan’s cock was going to be a top three sexual experience. Nevermind anything else that happened.
Morgan’s hand drifted down to his shoulder and he gripped it, encouraging him to lift himself up.
Hayes was not expecting Morgan to want to kiss him after that—straight guys, or guys who’dthoughtthey were straight, were understandably usually weird about come and anywhere come had just been—but to his shock, Morgan immediately kissed him hard and deep and eager.
And it was his hands, not Hayes’, that were suddenly at his waist, shucking his sweatpants off.
“Shit, youareso fucking hot,” Morgan murmured, pulling back a fraction. “Just look at you, baby.”
He short-circuited the rest of Hayes’ brain by licking up his palm and then reaching down, no hesitation whatsoever, and wrapping his hand around his cock.
Hayes jolted at the first touch, the pleasure rocketing through him.
“Is this good—you gotta tell me if it’s good,” Morgan pleaded, a surprisingly earnest look in his eyes. “You made me feel so good, I wanna give it to you, too.”
Hayes had never let himself really think about what Morgan Reynolds would be like in bed, but he supposed he’d assumed it would be similar to how he was on the ice: confident and brash. Sure of himself, even if he wasn’t sure of himself at all.
“Fuck yeah, it feels good,” Hayes told him.
There was an addicting vulnerability in Morgan’s face right now, and if Hayes was honest, that was the hottest thing about this whole experience.
Sure, Morgan’s hand felt good, especially after how long the windup had been, and how much sucking cock in general and sucking Morgan’s cock specifically had turned Hayes on. But that was the thing that was unwinding him, finally. The need in Morgan’s eyes.
“God, yeah,” Hayes said and kissed him, crowding into him enough that he could feel their bodies touching in half a dozen places, not just Morgan’s hand on his dick.
