Page 75 of The Risk Taker

The first lick is tentative, but it’s sogood. His tongue flattens against the underside of my cock and drags up so slowly that it makes my thighs tense and my breath catch.

“Fuuuck,” I breathe, my hips twitching up.

He hums, the sound vibrating against the tip, and Igroan. That makes him a little braver, wrapping his hand around the base of my cock as he leans in and sucks the head.

I choke on a strangled sound stuck in my throat.

His mouth is so hot. So wet. I can feel his inexperience in the way he moves carefully, but fuck, there’s nothing hotter than the way he wants it.

Every time I moan, he gets bolder. His lips slide down farther, he sucks harder, sloppier, and when spit starts to drip down his fist, I bite my lip to keep from grabbing his hair and stuffing myself into his throat.

“Nathan—” I groan, tipping my head back. “Fuck, baby. You’re doing so fucking good.”

He pulls off, panting, his lips shiny and his cheeks pink. “You like it?”

“Like?” I laugh, breathless. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

He makes this low moan in his throat and sinks back down, taking me deeper, sloppier, working me faster.

He sucks like he’s addicted to my cock. I glance down, the sight of my cock disappearing between his lips making me dizzy.

My cock is so hard, throbbing in his mouth and I feel the orgasm building behind my ribs. He takes me so fucking deep and his throat tightens when I hit the back of it, moaning around me.

Jesus. Of course he’d be a pro at sucking cock.

“Fuck, Nathan. Ughh, baby, I’m—I’m gonna?—”

I don’t even get the words out. My cock jerks between his lips and I come hard, so fucking hard I see white. My stomach clenches as I spill into his mouth. He chokes, but doesn’t back off, swallowing what he can. The rest dribbles out over his fist, streaking across my abs while his hand strokes me through it, dragging every last pulse out of me until I’m trembling under him.

My chest heaves as I start to come down and I glance down at him between my thighs, his lips slick with spit and my cum and his chest rising with shallow breaths. He looks up at me likehejust came from sucking me off.

And fuck, I want him again already.

“Good boy,” I rasp, my hand sliding into his hair, brushing my thumb on the side of his face. “Lick it up.”

His eyes widen, his cheeks flush deeper, but he leans down, his tongue dragging across my stomach licking up the cum that spilled. My cock twitches, still oversensitive, but aching again at the sight.

He keeps going, cleaning me up with soft, messy licks that make my stomach jump. When he’s done, he lifts his head and our eyes meet.

He licks his lips and I lose it. I grab the back of his neck and pull him toward me, dragging him up into my lap until he’s sprawled over me, one of his thighs slipping between mine.

I slide a hand to the back of his neck and kiss him hard, tasting myself on his tongue, groaning right into his mouth.

My hand drifts lower, sliding over the back of his hip before I cup his ass and the sound he lets out against my mouth goes straight to my head. I give it a squeeze, because…Jesus, goalies really do have the best asses, and he gasps like he’s trying not to fall apart on me.

He shifts forward instinctively, grinding his softening cock over mine, but fuck if that little desperate press doesn’t make it twitch to life again. He groans at the friction, like he can’t help it, his hips rolling again.

We shift onto our sides and just lie there, breathing hard, our skin sticking where we touch and our limbs tangled. His forehead’s tucked against my neck, and I can feel the heat pouring off him. His whole face is hot and he’s trying to hide it, which is adorable and just makes me want to push him onto his back and keep kissing him until he forgets his own name.

I press a kiss into his hair. “So… first taste of cock. Thoughts?”

He chokes out a breath and makes this spluttering noise that sounds almost like a laugh. “Christ, Logan. You can’t just—” He shakes his head.

“It’s an important milestone, Hayes. There should be reflection. Feedback. Maybe a review.”

That makes him laugh, muffled against my skin and he pulls back just far enough to glance up at me. “I liked it,” he says after a second. “More than I thought I would.”

I smile, wrapping my arms around his waist as I shift back, drawing him against me fully. He fits too well. “Yeah?”