Common Goal (Game Changers #4)- Rachel Reid Page 0,59

balls again. Kyle groaned and jerked his hips, thrusting once into Eric’s mouth before stilling.

“Sorry,” Kyle said hoarsely. “Didn’t mean to.”

Eric really liked the idea of Kyle thrusting into his mouth, but maybe not tonight. First, Eric needed to practice taking him—or someone, anyway—deeper. Tonight he would enjoy the sensation of having his mouth filled with warm, hard flesh, and the weight of Kyle’s full balls in his hands. The first taste of tangy precum touched Eric’s tongue and he lapped at the slit, wanting more.

“So sweet,” Kyle panted. “You’re so fucking eager. I love it. God, you’re a natural.”

There was no way this was a good blowjob, as much as Eric was enjoying it, but he still appreciated the praise. He kept going, his efforts earning him more salty drops of precum, which he lapped up greedily. He wondered if he’d be able to tell when Kyle was close. He wanted to try to swallow Kyle’s release, but wasn’t sure if he’d be able to.

Suddenly, Kyle was stepping back, and Eric nearly fell off the bed trying to chase him. Trying to get his lips back around him.

“That’s enough, gorgeous.” Kyle was half panting and half laughing. Eric must have looked ridiculous, naked and stretching forward for Kyle’s cock like a baby bird. “Don’t want to come yet. Why don’t you get yourself comfortable?”

Eric took that as an invitation to lie back on the bed, so he did. He piled pillows behind his head and stretched out on top of the duvet. He was, he realized, in the exact position he had always arranged Kyle in his fantasies: naked, sprawled on his back with his legs apart, his cock hard and flat against his stomach.

“Jesus, look at you.” Kyle grinned, then moved onto the bed until he was kneeling between Eric’s calves. “Better than I even imagined.”

“You imagined?”

“Fuck yeah. Don’t pretend you haven’t been thinking about me.”

Eric’s heart raced with embarrassment and excitement. “I thought about you. Imagined you when—” He cut himself off, embarrassment winning the battle inside him.

“When you were jerking off?”

Eric nodded.

“That’s hot. What did you imagine?”

Eric closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at Kyle and say this at the same time. “You telling me how to...please you.” He swallowed. “Commanding me.”

Kyle sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Eric.”

Eric opened his eyes and found Kyle gripping the base of his own cock with an awestruck expression on his face.

“You’re something else,” Kyle said. “This is going to be even funner than I thought. How about you stroke that beautiful, thick cock of yours for me? Show me what you did when you thought of me.”

Exhibitionism was way out of Eric’s usual comfort zone, but he didn’t hesitate a second to comply with Kyle’s command. His hand wrapped around his cock and gave it his usual firm, quick strokes. With Kyle watching, and the visual of Kyle’s naked body combined with the lingering taste of his precum in Eric’s mouth, Eric was close to coming in only a few tugs. He grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, bringing his other hand close to catch the impending mess.

“Stop,” Kyle said sternly. Eric did. He breathed through the shock to his system that came from the sudden loss of sensation. He’d never just stopped before. It was...exhilarating. Like catching a slap shot in his glove: awful pain mingled with a heady rush of power.

“You were about to come, weren’t you?” Kyle leaned down, stretching himself over Eric’s body, and kissed his mouth. “That’s incredible. Why the hurry?”

“It’s...it’s how I always do it.”

Kyle seemed to consider this. “Hard? Fast? Punishing?”

“Efficient,” Eric corrected. “Not punishing, just...not leisurely.”

“Well,” Kyle said, kissing his chin, and then his neck, and then his right shoulder, “let’s try another way.”

He sat back on his heels, returning to his place between Eric’s widespread legs. “Start again,” he instructed. “Slowly, this time.”

Any embarrassment Eric had felt at performing for Kyle was pushed out by an overwhelming desire to follow his instructions. When he took his cock in hand, he didn’t hold back his moan of pleasure at the contact. He knew Kyle wanted to hear it, and Eric was determined to give Kyle whatever he wanted.

“That’s right,” Kyle said huskily, watching as Eric moved his hand slowly over his shaft. “Nice and easy.”

Warmth bloomed in Eric’s stomach at Kyle’s praise. He dragged a hand lazily over his own chest, rubbing lightly at skin that felt as raw and sensitive as his cock. Like every inch of him