Page 108 of Shut Up and Score
COLTON
I can’t feelmy legs.
I’m flat on my back, hoodie twisted, sweats shoved down to my knees, and the ceiling fan is spinning slowly like it’s mocking me. My heart’s still sprinting and my cock… God, my cock’s soft now, damp and spent, but every nerve in my body is on fire.
Micah’s mouth did that.
Micah’spiercedmouth.
I can still feel the ghost of his scruff against my thighs, the raw heat of his tongue, the way he didn’t let up until I broke. His single finger sliding into me. Fuck. My ass clenches just thinking about it. Too bad we don’t have lube; I want to feel more.
And it’sallstill there, seared into me. And now he’s hovering over me, his chest rising hard, his jeans straining with a problem I can’t ignore.
I glance down and swallow. My mouth’s dry.
“You…uh…” My voice cracks like I’m sixteen again. I clear my throat. “You didn’t…uh…get to…”
He smirks, leaning over me, one hand braced by my head, the other palming the front of his jeans. “You offering, Golden Boy?”
Heat surges up my neck, but I nod before I can talk myself out of it. “Yeah. I… I can help.”
His eyes darken, all sharp edges and hunger. He moves next to me on his knees, his gaze tracking my every move.
“You wanna help?” He drags my hand down to his zipper, slow and deliberate. “Then help.”
My fingers fumble, but I get him open, and fuck—he’s heavy and hot in my hand, slick at the tip. His piercing is warm from being contained in his jeans all this time. He groans low in his chest, and the sound shoots straight to my spine.
“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Wrap that pretty mouth around me, Colt. You want a taste of what you just begged for?”
I hesitate, just a breath as I scramble onto my knees in front of him, and he tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging my head toward him.
“C’mon,” he coaxes, cruel and soft all at once. “You already let me use that mouth once. Gonna do it again, aren’t you?”
My stomach flips, and I lick my lips. His filthy mouth does something to me. I love it. I lean forward and flick my tongue over his slit; he tastes salty and a little sweet. I moan at the flavor, and let him slide over my tongue, and past my lips.
“Fuck—yeah, that’s it,” he groans, hips twitching as he hits the back of my throat. “You look so good like this. Shoulda known you’d take me so sweet.”
I hum, and he shudders. My hand wraps around the base,stroking what I can’t take, and his dirty praise just keeps coming.
“You feel that? My cock in your mouth, your throat squeezing me?” He groans again, the sound breaking into a sharp breath. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come so hard, you’re gonna swallow every drop, aren’t you?”
I don’t even think. I nod the best I can with my mouth full, heat flooding my face. I want him to feel everything I just felt. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hard.
“God, I knew you’d be perfect for me,” he mutters, voice a rasp now. “Could fuck this mouth for hours.”
His thrusts get a little rougher, controlled but hungry, and I moan around him, the taste and weight of him dizzying. My cock’s already twitching back to life against my stomach, my whole body betraying me, wantingmoreeven though I just came.
Micah’s fingers tighten in my hair, his hips rolling with a little more purpose now. I gag once, just a soft sound, and he groans as if it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
“Fuck, Golden Boy, that throat was made for me,” he rasps, voice low and filthy. “Bet you’ve thought about this before, huh? About choking on me? Letting me use you?”
I whimper around him, hum my answer, and his grip tightens, holding me there just long enough to make my eyes water. When he lets me pull back for a breath, spit connects my lips to his cock, and he smirks like he owns me.
“God, look at you,” he says, thumb brushing over my wet bottom lip. “So desperate to please me. Bet your teammates would lose their damn minds if they knew their captain got on his knees for me.”
I shudder, my cock pressing into my stomach, leaking again.His words hit something raw and electric inside me. Idowant to please him. Iwantto be used like this.
“Mm, that blush tells me I’m right,” he teases, pushing back into my mouth. “Swallow me, baby. Take me all the way.”
