Page 5 of Scoring Zone
He lives on my tongue and inside me.
My fingers on his ass force him to stay in place. In my mouth. Where he belongs.
He collapses, draping himself over me and shivers. He’s not cold, but just in case, I roll us back on the pillows, and reach over to wrangle the comforter around us. This…us… unforeseeable, but I love it. I love us together.
We can’t stop touching each other, and I lose count of the orgasms. I’ve never had multiples in one night and attribute it all to him touching me with strength and care. We lose ourselves ineach other until I’m drunk on pleasure and close to passing out from exhaustion.
“Tinny?” Grayson tilts back to look into my eyes. The way he says my name asks a hundred questions. Am I all right? Did we go too far? Do I want this? What are we doing?
I’m sure I want him with everything that I am, but since he’s not asking specific questions, I don’t have to answer him. Rather than speak, I fuse my mouth to his, and we kiss for days.
Gray sighs contentedly in my ear.
“Biggest score of the night,” I mumble, floating on air.
We’re perfect together.
Until I wake up the next morning and see the harm I’ve caused him.
Chapter 3
Austin
Behind my closed eyelids, the sun burns too bright. Last night is a blur until Grayson shifts beneath me, and it all rushes back. I’ve got a tight hold, locking him in place. I smile, inhaling his familiar scent that lingers under the layer of menthol and coconut oil from treating players. Beneath it is his comforting smell, warm and inviting, like being wrapped in a blanket of cotton.
Nothing has ever felt so right as Grayson in my arms. I usually like my space, but with him I seek his closeness. It’s as if I’m trying to make up for all the times I didn’t trust myself to give in to physical touch.
As captain of the team, I have responsibilities today, and as much as I’d like to spend the day in bed with Grayson, I have to get up. A soft groan leaves me as I pry my eyes open to the sun beating through the open curtains, daring us to keep sleeping.
I’m met with a horrific sight.
Gray’s sleek hair drapes over my arm, revealing his shoulder, scabbed with my bite mark. His body is covered in bruises from my hands and mouth.
“What the fuck.” Bile rises in my throat and I swallow it back down.
Grayson must hate me.
I hate me.
Letting the darkness out was a terrible mistake.
Unforgivable.
It destroys the people I love.
In an effort not to wake him, I ease out of bed. I don’t know how to apologize for hurting him or understand how he could let me do that to him. This is exactly why I don’t give in to my evil urges. I know better.
“Morning.” He stretches, and the sick part of me wants to jump back in bed and leave more marks all over him so he knows who he belongs to. Only a degenerate would think like that.
When he rolls over to look at me, my cock hardens, and I cover it as if doing so will excuse my depravity.
“Oh, hey.” The casualness of my words surprises me and leaves me at a loss to say more.
Grayson deserves an apology. He deserves a friend who doesn’t fantasize about hurting him more.
I sweat as my panic rises. Saying “I’m sorry” won’t make up for what I’ve done. I can’t expect him to forgive me. His body is a mess.
“Hey, it’s me. It’s fine.” Gray sits up against the headboard. The pain of his welts hasn’t registered on him yet.
