Page 104 of Shut Up and Score
“Micah…” My voice is a broken plea, my hands gripping his hoodie as if I’ll drown without him.
He leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Tell me you want it.”
His hand leaves my cock, and for one brief, gutting second, I think he’s done with me.
Then he presses closer—hips forward, chest to chest—and I feel him. Hard. Heavy. The thick ridge of him grinding against mine through his jeans and my thin sweats.
I choke on a sound that might be a moan. Might be another plea. My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping tight as his hips roll into me, slow and deliberate, controlling the rhythm.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Yeah, you feel that?” Micah’s voice is a low growl against my ear. He pushes again, harder, the friction setting fire to every nerve. “That’s how bad I want you. Right here. Right now.”
Our cocks slide against each other through the layers, a hot, maddening friction that makes my knees weak. I arch into him without thinking, chasing every scrap of pressure like I haven’t been touched in years.
“Micah—” My voice breaks on his name, again.
He grips my hips, holding me where he wants me, grinding against me with a slow, punishing rhythm. Each roll of his hips makes me bite my lip to hold in a sound that would give us away to the entire restaurant.
“You’re so fucking hard for me,” he murmurs, the edge of a cruel smirk in his tone. “Bet you’re already thinking about me bending you over this sink. About how good I’d stretch your tight little ass if you came prepared.”
A broken whimper slips out before I can swallow it.
“God, I can feel you throbbing,” he whispers, dragging his length over mine in another slow grind. “So fucking needy, Colt. Can’t even make it through dinner without me.”
I nod helplessly, head falling back against the door as my hips rock up to meet him, chasing friction as if I might die without it.
Micah’s hips grind harder, setting a slow, merciless rhythm. My cock jerks against his with every pass, the friction through my thin sweats enough to make my vision blur.
“You like this,” he murmurs, voice dark and low against my ear. His breath is hot, his tone taunting. “Getting worked up like some desperate little bitch in the bathroom. I can feel how close you are already.”
A strangled sound escapes me as my head thumps back against the door.
“Micah—”
He hums, dragging his length over mine in a slow, deliberate grind that makes my toes curl in my sneakers. “You gonnacome in your sweats for me again? Huh? Soaked through before the team even finishes their pizza?”
“F-fuck,” I choke out, hips jerking helplessly to meet his. My cock twitches, the heat coiling so tight I can barely breathe.
He smirks against my neck, the scruff on his jaw catching on my skin. “Look at you. So fucking hard. So easy. All I gotta do is grind on you a little, and you’re ready to lose it.”
I groan, biting down on my lip, because he’s right, and it’s humiliating how much I love it.
“You want me to let you come?” he asks, voice wicked and soft, a soft secret. He grinds harder, pinning me fully to the door. “Or should I stop and make you sit across from me, dripping, knowing I could’ve finished you off with two more strokes?”
The threat has my cock throbbing against him, my hands curling into his hoodie in a silent plea. “Please,” I whisper, shame and need twisting together in my gut.
“Yeah,” he says with a low chuckle, rolling his hips one last time with purpose. “Beg for it, Colt. Beg me to let you make a mess for me.”
“Please, Micah—fuck, please?—”
He crushes our cocks together with one final grind, and I break apart. My hips jerk, my mouth falling open on a soundless cry as I spill hot and messy into my sweats, shuddering against him.
Fuuuccckk.I arch against him. That’s the second time in twenty-four hours he’s made me come in my pants.
Micah holds me through it, his hand splayed low on my back, his own cock still hard and heavy against me. “Good boy,” he murmurs against my jaw. “So fucking good for me.”
The shame and euphoria twist in my chest, making it impossible to think straight. I can already hear the voices of our teammates echoing down the hall, and my knees are barely holding me up.
