Page 38 of Breakaway Goals
He pulled his room key out of his pocket and opened the door, Hayes slipping in behind him.
When it shut behind them, finally giving them privacy for the first time in what felt like all fucking day, Morgan hesitated.
Hayes didn’t say anything. Didn’t push. Just leaned back against the wall, expression unconcerned but eyes speaking volumes just from the way that sharp green skimmed over Morgan’s body.
He clearly wanted it, but he wasn’t going to force Morgan.
Morgan took a deep breath. He knew they actually needed to talk about this, even though the last thing he wanted to do was use his words. “Yesterday was good.”
The corner of Hayes’ mouth tilted up. “Yeah. I think we both enjoyed ourselves.”
“I want to keep doing this—while we’re here.”
Hayes’ eyebrows lifted. He’d surprised him. Well, good. It was Hayes’ turn. He’d been surprising and shocking and blowing up his brain since Morgan had arrived in Toronto.
“How do you feel about that?” Morgan told himself he shouldn’t keep pushing. That he should be cool. Casual. But he didn’t feel particularly coolorcasual about this, and he wasn’t sure he could keep hiding that fact. Danny had even picked up on it and Danny was not the most observant person in the universe.
“How doIfeel about it?” Hayes chuckled. “I’m good with it. Surprised. But good with it.”
Morgan opened his mouth to argue about why it was stupid for Hayes to be surprised. That he shouldgetwhy he was so attractive and special andfuck—but he could try to use his goddamn brain to convince Hayes how awesome he was, or he could just kiss him.
Kissing him won out.
Hayes kissed him back, opening his mouth under Morgan’s, making these little aborted groans in the back of his throat that cranked Morgan up even more. He pressed Hayes against the wall, wanting to feel him. Wanting Hayes to feel him in return.
Unable to help the noise coming out of his own mouth when Hayes ground his cock against his thigh.
“Bed,” Morgan said breathlessly, grabbing Hayes’ hand and practically dragging him towards the main part of the room.
He’d been wishful thinking this morning, because he rarely made his bed, and yet he’d done it today. Been hoping, eventhough he hadn’t been sure if he should, that Hayes might be coming back to his room later.
Hayes gazed up at him, green eyes hot on Morgan’s face.
Yesterday, he’d let Hayes make all the moves. He hadn’t been . . .notnervous, not exactly. More like worried he’d do or say something that was wrong. That Hayes didn’t like, even though Hayes had seemed to really enjoy everything they’d done yesterday.
But even then, Hayes had been the one to push them to the next level, to go from kissing to more, and after that incredible blowjob, Morgan—while definitely enjoying the feel of having his mind blown—had only gotten to give Hayes’ cock a few strokes of his hand. Barely different than anything he might do to himself, if he was alone.
Morgan was determined to do better this time. Maybe he hadn’t done this before but that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least make an effort.
“You’re so hot,” Morgan murmured, leaning in and kissing Hayes again.
The kissing had been so good yesterday—Morgan couldn’t remember the last time he’d just made out for the hell of it, and he wanted more of it.
More of Hayes’ incredible plush mouth, moving against his own, the pleased sounds he made in the back of his mouth, the way his body seemed to melt into Morgan’s, like they’d been designed for each other.
So he took what he wanted, doing more of the driving today. Stripping Hayes’ jacket off and then his own and then that stupid henley that had haunted most of his evening, absorbing the gasp Hayes made when Morgan’s mouth moved lower.
Unlike Morgan, Hayes wasn’t bulky, his muscles slim and lithe, but there was no question that he was a guy. The swell of his pecs were still flat-ish, capped by tiny nipples. NipplesMorgan wasn’t sure were as sensitive as a woman’s. But if he didn’t check, he’d never know, and to his own surprise, he really wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about Hayes, every little spot that made him writhe and moan, so he leaned in, licking across the tip.
Hayes tensed and then groaned, clearly into it, so Morgan did it again. It was everything he was used to, but so different too, and helikedthat.
He worked them until Hayes dug his fingers into Morgan’s hair and gently began to push him lower. Morgan’s mouth moved lower, his tongue dampening the hair of Hayes’ happy trail, enjoying the way the muscles of his abs contracted under him.
How had he never realized how hot this was? His cock was twitching in his boxers, and if he hadn’t started humping Hayes’ leg yet, it was probably only a matter of time.
He glanced up and let out a moan at how gorgeous Hayes was. Back arched. Chest flushed. Nipples shiny and hard. Teeth sunk into his lower lip.
“Shit, baby, you look so good like this,” Morgan murmured into his skin, fingers trembling as they worked Hayes’ jeans down over his thighs then down to his ankles.
