Page 106 of Shut Up and Score
The second the door snicks shut, I’m on him.
Colton barely has time to turn before his back hits the door with a soft thud. His gasp is sharp and startled, echoing in the small room, and I swallow it with my mouth.
The muffled laughter of our teammates bleeds through the hallway, but it only makes my pulse spike higher. The danger of it, the risk of someone hearing him make those helpless little noises—I swear it makes me harder.
His lips part under mine, eager for my kiss. I fist his hoodie in both hands, dragging him closer until our chests are pressed together, our cocks already brushing through denim and soft sweats.
He groans into my mouth, hips jerking just enough to let me know he’s gone, he’s mine, and my self-control snaps clean in half.
“Fuck, Colt,” I growl against his lips, sliding a hand down to grab a handful of his ass and haul him closer. “You drive me insane. Can’t get you out of my head.”
He trembles under me, his hands finally gripping my shoulders, holding on for dear life. I grind against him, slow and filthy, and his answering whimper vibrates straight through my chest.
“You hear ’em out there?” I murmur against his ear, letting my teeth scrape his skin. “Laughing, carrying on… not one of them knows how bad you want me right now.”
He shudders, and that’s all the permission I need to keep him pinned, kissing him like I want to devour him, as if the whole damn world outside this hotel room doesn’t exist.
I pull back just enough to see his face—his lips swollen, his pupils blown wide, his chest rising and falling fast. My blood surges hot, my control razor-thin.
“Bed,” I order, my voice rough. “Now.”
He stumbles back a step, dazed, and I follow like a predator, crowding him toward the single queen mattress. His legs hit the edge and he dropped onto it, looking up at me, his pupils blown wide and need on every line of his face. I grip the back of his neck, forcing his head to tip back as I loom over him, letting him feel the weight of me, the inevitability of me.
His lips are slick against mine, his hoodie bunched in my fists as I pin him to the mattress. I drag my mouth over his jaw, biting down just enough to make him gasp.
“You drive me insane,” I growl against his skin.
“Yeah?” His voice is rough, breathless, but there’s that old cocky edge peeking through. “You’re the one pouncing on me the second the door shuts.”
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, my smirk sharp. “You complaining?”
His throat bobs, and he shakes his head, cheeks flushed. “No. I just… thought you’d have more self-control.”
I grind down against him, slow and deliberate, feeling the hard line of him press against me through our clothing. “Self-control went out the window the second I tasted you.”
He shudders, and his hands slide up my sides, fingers curling into my shoulders. “You…you’re insane.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say, brushing my mouth over his again, barely a whisper of a kiss. “But you like it. You enjoy me losing it over you.”
His laugh is shaky, and he tilts his head to kiss me back, harder this time, as though he wants to prove me right. His tongueslides against mine, and I groan, swallowing the sound he makes when I roll my hips just right.
“Micah—” he breaks the kiss, breathless. “You keep doing that and?—”
“And what?” I taunt, leaning in close, my voice a low rasp in his ear. “You gonna come in your sweats again for me?”
His face flames, and he glares up at me, panting. “Shut up.”
I grin, grinding down harder, loving the way he squirms and tries to talk tough even as he melts under me. “Make me.”
His glare only makes me harder. That little spark of fight, the way he bites the inside of his cheek and tries to hold onto some shred of control—God, I want to break it.
I dip down and suck a mark into the side of his neck, just below his ear. He jerks, a strangled sound leaving his throat, his hips bucking up into mine. Our cocks grind together through denim and fleece, the friction perfect.
“F-Fuck,” he gasps, hands gripping my hoodie now, bunching the fabric tight in his fists. “Micah?—”
“Yeah, say my name like that,” I groan against his skin. My hand slides under his hoodie, over the heat of his stomach, fingers tracing the sharp dip of his hipbone, as I push the fabric up. “You love this…you love me ruining you.”
He shivers all over, his body arching into mine, betraying him completely. “I don’t?—”
