Page 35 of Scoring Zone
“Could you imagine how boring we would be if we went from platonic best friends to kissing in Vegas, having a night of passion, and living happily ever after? That kinda stuff is reserved for fairy tales. We’ve hit a roadblock and have to get over or around it to ride off into the sunset.” For emphasis, I wave my hand as if I can see the sunset.
“You’re ridiculous,” he says, but his body relaxes.
“Guilty.” I trace a finger around his nipple, and it peaks for me. “Plan A: naked breakfast in bed, served by me, a talk about last night, and sex. Plan B: also a naked breakfast in bed, sex, and then talk about last night. Which works for your schedule today?”
“The first two-thirds of Plan B followed by round two.”
It occurs to me that announcing a talk will create stress and work against us. I do the only sensible thing—I mount him.
“Plans can be revised.” I plant my palms on his chest and watch his eyes roll back as we grind together. I’m all for experiments, and maybe if I keep talking, it will stop his subconscious from rearing its ugly cock-blocking head.
“Do you like this better?” I ask, and he moans. “Keep your gorgeous eyes on me.”
His lashes flutter, but Austin meets my stare.
“I never noticed the tiny flecks of yellow in your eyes. They’re so blue, it doesn’t seem possible.” Our rhythms sync and our cocks glide along each other. I love the rawness of this.
“You smell so good.” I nuzzle into the crook his neck and inhale. “I’m gonna lick you all over. Taste every inch of you.”
I rise back up to catch his eyes closed. “Don’t hide from me. Show me the exact moment I make you spill your cum all over us. Should I clean you up with my tongue?”
“Yesssss.” He’s loud, and his eyes widen while his movements become jerky.
All his facial muscles tense, then relax into pure bliss. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Watching his euphoria sends me over the edge, and I rock us through both our orgasms.
I’m sated but not satisfied. It’s a strange combination. My balls are empty, yet my mind races with all the things we could do together.
I collapse, thankful I don’t have to worry about squishing him. The mess between us dials up my appetite. The urge to fulfill my promise clears the fog in my head. I kiss my way down his chest and lap up our combined cum.
My tongue licks every crevice. The mixture of us is sensational. Too good not to share. Crawling over him, I plunge my tongue into his mouth so he can taste us.
Austin holds my head to deepen our kiss. His fingers dig into my hair, gripping it like reins. It’s intoxicating.
We can’t get close enough. I’m desperate to be inside him or have him inside me. I’d live in his skin if I could. He’s getting hard again, and I need him in my mouth.
Breaking off our kiss, I take a steadying breath and lay my head on his chest. He’s solid below me with a steady heartbeat. Then it kicks up, and I groan.
“Tell that mother-canucking darkness to shut it. We’re busy basking in the afterglow.” I prop my head on my hand to kiss him.
“How did you know?”
“Your heart rate took off.” I lean down to listen. “But you’ve got it under control. It’s almost like you need a disruption in your thought pattern to dissolve it, or whatever happens to it.”
“I visualize putting it in a locked box,” he says, and I sit up straight.
Alarming him will not help the situation, but I think the box represents his repressed emotions. “Did you do that last night or today?”
“I started to do it last night, but I got distracted, and today I didn’t even try.”
“But it still went away?” I settle my head on the pillow so we’re facing each other.
“It did,” he confirms, but his stomach grumbles.
“Time to feed the athlete.” I sit up, but he hauls me back.
“More naked time in bed.” He nuzzles my neck.
“We’ve got all day, baby.” It’s rare we have this much time off during the season, and I’m taking advantage of it.
