Page 129 of Heated Rivalry 1
Shane’s mouth fell open. “Iwon’tget hard.”
“Okay. Then no problem.”
Shane scowled at him, then went back to the call. “Sorry about that, Hayden. Mymomcan be reallyannoyingsometimes.”
Ilya grinned up at him. He made a show of putting his hands behind his back. Shane’s eyes shot daggers at him, then they turned up to the ceiling. “My head’s a lot better. Totally recovered, I think. Still get headaches sometimes but...yeah, exactly... I’ve been working out, yeah.”
Ilya watched Shane’s cock intently. He knew Shane. Frankly, this was one of the only times he’d seen his poor undersexed dick soft. Usually it was as straight as a fucking rod whenever Ilya was in its vicinity.
Shane’s dick was exactly like the rest of Shane: tidy and smooth. And eager. His balls were almost hairless, and Ilya was sure that, like Shane’s chest, was natural. His seemingly disinterested cock slumped over them, nestled in a neat patch of dark hair.
He wanted to take it all in his mouth. He wanted to feel Shane grow hard against his tongue.
But he’d made a promise, and he could wait.
He turned his eyes up to Shane’s face, and caught him looking down at him. Ilya licked his lips.
“Uh...oh, really? That’s cool. When did that happen?” Shane pressed his lips together, and his cheeks flushed.
Ilya smiled, because, sure enough, Shane’s cock had twitched and was starting to plump up.
Ilya watched it for a minute, enjoying the rare intimate spectacle. Shane’s hand curled into a fist at his side. His eyes were squeezed shut, like he was trying to stop his erection from happening through concentration.
It wasn’t working. At all.
Shane was fully hard in under a minute, the head of his cock bobbing excitedly in front of Ilya’s lips.
“Wow,” Shane said, his voice straining. “So do you think she’s going to...oh. Right. Yeah.”
Ilya ignored the head of Shane’s cock and dipped his head lower. He cupped Shane’s balls gently in his hand, and pressed his lips to them. Shane’s body jerked, but he didn’t move away.
“Sorry,” Shane said to Hayden, his voice remarkably even, “is Mark your sister’s husband? Oh. Okay. Got it.”
Ilya sucked one of Shane’s balls into his mouth, enjoying the heavy weight of it. Shane made the tiniest little moan.
This was great. Ilya loved playing like this. He wasn’t even sure what the goal was of this game, but the fact that Shane hadn’t ended the call led Ilya to believe that he was enjoying the challenge of staying quiet. To his credit, Shane’s whimper was barely audible when Ilya started stroking a finger behind his balls.
Ilya was proud of him. But he still wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
Starting at the base, Ilya licked a wide stripe up the shaft of Shane’s cock, finishing by lapping the glistening precome at the tip.
“Hurnnhh,” Shane said, then grimaced.
Ilya put his considerable blow job skills to work, taking Shane deep and bobbing his head as he sank his fingers into the muscles of Shane’s thighs.
“Oh...oh yeah? That—that’s cool,” Shane stammered into his phone.
Ilya glanced up at him. Shane stared right back, cheeks flushed and eyes challenging. Ilya couldn’t believe Shane hadn’t hung up yet. Did he really want Ilya to make him come while he was still on the phone?
Ilya kept going, and Shane’s voice got more and more strained, and how on earth was Hayden not noticing this?
Shane’s thighs trembled under Ilya’s hands, the muscles in his stomach flexing, and Ilya was fascinated to see how Shane was going to handle this, because he was definitely about to come.
Shane pulled the phone away from his ear and frantically hit the mute button. “Aaagh. Fuck!” His free hand grabbed Ilya’s shoulder, fingers tightening almost painfully as he spasmed and emptied himself into Ilya’s mouth.
Shane took a deep breath, in and out, once his orgasm had finished, and hit the mute button again. “You there? Sorry. Bad connection out here sometimes.”
Ilya scrambled to the couch so he could smother his laughter with a pillow.
