Page 109 of Shut Up and Score
I try, letting him slide deep, and his groan rumbles through my bones.
And that’s when?—
Knock knock knock.
We both freeze.
“Hey—uh—Colt? Micah?” Caleb’s voice is muffled through the door. “Coach is doing a quick room check. Says he wants everybody to sign the sheet for curfew.”
My eyes fly wide, panic shooting through me. Curfew? He never does checks. We’re adults, why would he? But Micah doesn’t even blink. He tightens his hand in my hair, holding me right where he wants me, and grins down like the devil himself.
He calls out, perfectly casual, voice smooth and steady: “Yeah, one sec!”
Then he leans down, as he whispers, “Don’t you dare stop. Be a good boy and take it.”
Heat floods my face. My throat relaxes on instinct, and I start sucking again, because Ican’tnot.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, still loud enough to be heard through the door if he needed to talk. “Sorry, man! We’re—uh—changing. Be out in a minute.”
Caleb mutters something that sounds like “Whatever, hurry up,” and his footsteps fade down the hall.
Micah exhales a sharp laugh, looking down at me with wicked pride. “Good boy. Taking my cock while your teammate’s right outside. Bet that makes you even harder, doesn’t it?”
I whimper my answer around him, because he’s right. God help me, he’sright.
“Gonna let me finish in that pretty mouth?” he growls, voice low and hot. “You’re gonna swallow it like you mean it, and then I’m gonna make you beg to be fucked next time we get some lube. You’re mine, Colt. Say it.”
I pull off just enough to pant against him, spit slicking my chin. “Yours. Fuck, Micah—I’m yours.”
The words barely leave my lips before he groans low in his chest, his hips rolling just enough to slide across my tongue, slow and claiming. His grip in my hair is firm, guiding me, making sure I don’t pull away even if I wanted to.
“Mm, that’s it,” he rasps, the sound broken and dark. “Knew you’d say it. Knew you’d be mine the second I got you under me. Look at you, captain of the team, sucking me off like a good little slut.”
I moan around him, cheeks hollowing, and his head tips back. His abs flex under his hoodie, and his hand in my hair tightens with a subtle tremor.
“God, Colt, you’re gonna make me—fuuucckk—” He cuts off with a sharp hiss, and I feel the twitch against my tongue.
I hum, eager and desperate, because Iwantit. I want everything he’s giving me. I stroke the base with my hand and suck harder, letting him hit the back of my throat again. My own cock aches, twitching against my stomach.
“Yeah, like that,” he grits out, voice rough. “Take it. Take all of it for me.”
The first pulse hits the back of my throat, hot and sudden, and I swallow on instinct. He groans, long and broken, and thrusts shallowly as he spills into my mouth. I choke down every drop, the taste sharp and heavy, my head spinning with it.
When he finally pulls back, I’m panting, spit and slick smeared on my chin, and my lips feel swollen. He cups my face with one hand, thumb brushing my cheekbone, and his smirk is pure sin.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Didn’t spill a drop. God, I could eat you alive.”
I collapse back onto my heels, dizzy with heat and need, my sweats still shoved down, my cock leaking against my stomach as if I never even came. My heart’s still sprinting, and I can hear my teammates laughing down the hall, like the world outside this one doesn’t exist.
Micah zips up lazily, that post-orgasm glow radiating off him. He leans down to kiss me, tasting himself on my tongue, and it makes me groan against his mouth.
“We need lube,” he mutters, lips brushing mine. “Next time, I’m not stopping at my finger. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight, Golden Boy.”
A shiver bolts down my spine, my body clenching around nothing at the promise. I should be embarrassed, but all I can do is nod, my voice gone.
Micah chuckles low, satisfied. “Mm. That’s what I thought.”
Micah’s still kissing me lazy and deep when a sharpknock-knock-knockrattles the hotel door.
