Common Goal (Game Changers #4)- Rachel Reid Page 0,60

was an erogenous zone, like Kyle could touch him anywhere and he would come instantly.

But that wasn’t what Kyle wanted, so Eric kept up the achingly slow strokes on his cock, as he brushed his fingers over his torso. He was desperate for more. He wanted to go faster, harder. He wanted Kyle’s hand or his mouth. He wanted Kyle to tell him he could come.

“See how good that is?” Kyle said.

Eric nodded thickly, not even sure if it was good or if it was torture.

“You want more, baby?”

Eric nodded again, more certain of that one. “Please.”

Kyle leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Eric’s chest. The contact was barely anything, but it made Eric’s back arch. Kyle laughed against his skin, then kissed down to Eric’s bellybutton, each graze of his lips making Eric squirm and gasp. Finally, he hovered his mouth above Eric’s straining cock. Eric exhaled raggedly, commanding himself not to come the moment Kyle’s lips touched his dick.

If they ever were going to touch his dick. Kyle began kissing along the jut of Eric’s pelvic bone, then down the crease of his right thigh. When he reached the inside of Eric’s thigh, Kyle nuzzled Eric’s balls, parting his lips only to tickle them with warm puffs of breath. Eric wanted his tongue, his fingers, anything, but Kyle switched to the left side and began kissing back up to Eric’s stomach.

“Bend your knees,” Kyle ordered. “Feet flat on the bed. I want a good look at you.”

Eric assumed he meant he wanted a view of his...well. His asshole. Or at least the area it lived. He complied, trying not to be embarrassed about it.

“You can say no to anything I do or ask, okay?” Kyle said seriously. “You can say stop. You can shut this whole thing down at any time. Do you understand?”

“Yes?”

“Try it without the question mark. This is important.”

“Yes,” Eric said, more steadily this time. “I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable. With anything.”

“Good. I’m going to suck your cock now, and, if you don’t mind, I’d like to play with your hole a bit while I’m doing it. Would you like that?”

“I don’t know,” Eric said honestly. He’d liked it when he’d done it to himself, but would it be uncomfortable to have another person touch him there?

“I’ll go slow, and I’ll be gentle. And you can tell me to stop. Remember that.”

“I will.”

“Okay.” Kyle grinned. “Then let’s have fun, gorgeous.”

He licked up Eric’s shaft, slow and hard, and Eric’s hips flew off the bed. Holy fuck. It wasn’t like Eric had never been blown before, but it had been a damn long time. And Kyle really knew what he was doing. He suckled the head until Eric thought he might die, and then swallowed him down like pro.

“Wow,” he gasped. “That’s...wow.” He was pretty sure the head of his cock was in Kyle’s throat, which was an overwhelming and excellent sensation.

Kyle pulled off. “Just getting started, champ. Relax and let me give you your reward for that win in Toronto.”

Those words ignited something in Eric. He liked the idea of being rewarded for his accomplishments. He liked feeling like he had earned this pleasure.

He propped himself on his elbows so he could watch Kyle take him deep again. Kyle glanced up at him through his lashes, his lips stretched wide around Eric’s cock, and if he could smirk right now, Eric was sure that he would. Kyle didn’t seem at all self-conscious about being watched; he seemed to enjoy it, actually, working Eric’s cock while moaning happily as if it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Kyle’s fingers trailed over Eric’s balls, and then down to the sensitive skin below them. He pressed there, and the pressure sent a jolt through Eric. Kyle chuckled around Eric’s cock and kept massaging him, rubbing slow, firm circles that felt incredible.

Eric tensed when Kyle touched a fingertip to his hole. It was a gentle touch, brushing the puckered skin, but it was so unusual and exciting that suddenly he was right on the edge of coming again.

He closed his eyes and breathed through the intense desire to come. He commanded himself not to, wanting more of Kyle’s mouth and his fingers. He wasn’t ready for this to be over.

Mercifully, Kyle pulled off then, giving Eric a moment to retreat from the brink. Eric watched as Kyle sucked two of his own fingers into his mouth, soaking them in saliva, then grinning as he held them