Page 69 of The Last Guy On Earth
He rolls to his side, taking me with him. He runs a hand down my flank, and his lips find my neck. His stubble has me breaking out in goosebumps as his questing hand finds my sac and strokes.
“Don’t want it to end yet,” he whispers hotly in my ear.
I take a gasping breath. “I like your hands on me.”
“Yeah? How about my mouth?”
I moan.
He snickers. “Hold on a sec.”
I breathe deeply while he rolls away, grabbing something off the floor. I hear the snick of a bottle opening and a moment later he returns to kneel on the bed. When he touches me again, slicked-up fingers find my sac.
“Jesus,” I gulp as my arousal climbs. The wet heat of his mouth suddenly envelops my cock, and I make an unintelligible noise. “Clay,” I gasp as soon as I remember to breathe. “Yes.”
His response is smug silence and brain-melting suction.
I thread my fingers through his hair and wonder what I did to deserve this. And maybe he’sstilltrying to teach me a lesson, because his pace is relentless. Like he’s trying to make sure I remember everything I once gave up.
“Cl-clay,” I try again as my spine starts to tingle. “I’m close.”
He backs off a little. But then his slick fingers wander past my taint and into my crease. When he breaches me, I take a shaky breath. We never did this. I’d thought about it, though.
The sensation is…odd. I haven’t decided if it’s pleasurable, but I part my legs anyway. Whatever Clay wants, I want, too.
With a groan of approval, he leans in to distract me with his wicked tongue.
And wow. I’ll never get sick of that. After a couple of minutes, I’m gripping the sheets with both hands. Then his finger makes a beckoning motion inside me, and I almost levitate off the bed.Holy…
He hums around my cock, and the vibration makes my limbs tingle. “Clay, I…” That’s as far as I get.
Suddenly everything is white noise and splendor. I’m coming and cursing and seeing stars. I let out a shout and bear down on his wicked finger, and the sensation drenches me in pleasure until I’m panting. Until I can barely remember my own name.
After, I have to work to catch my breath. I open my eyes and find Clay staring down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, jacking himself.
“Let me.”
He shakes his head. Then his jaw softens, and his eyes close, and he makes a low, soft sound as he comes. It’s the most moving sight I’ve ever seen in my life.
I only hope he won’t hate me for this later.
THIRTY-TWO
Clay
With my heart still thumping,I stare down at the mess I made of Jethro. The bed is wrecked, too. There’s probably a metaphor here, but I’m too spent to find it.
He’s watching me with calm green eyes and sex hair. “We need a shower,” he rasps. “Come on.”
“I should…” I almost saygo back to my room. But I’m already there.
“Hey,” he chides. “You can give it an hour at least until you start regretting me.”
I suppose he has a point.
Dumbly, I follow him into the bathroom, where he calmly walks over to the shower and cranks the faucet. As he tests the water temperature with one hand, I doubt the reality of this moment. Did I really just push a hot, naked goalie down on the bed and then suck him off while teasing his prostate?
On a team road trip? After a disaster of a game?
