Common Goal (Game Changers #4)- Rachel Reid Page 0,84

his eyes went wide.

“Fuck. Where’s that car?”

Eric huffed and kissed him again. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this, how shamelessly he was behaving. Had he ever been so overcome with lust? He might go down on Kyle in the car.

A black SUV stopped on the street in front of them, and Eric reluctantly released Kyle.

“Oh,” Kyle said faintly. He stepped back and turned toward the car. Eric followed him, dizzy with desire.

He kept the middle seat between them. He didn’t trust himself to behave without the barrier. The partition was up between the back seat and the driver, but Eric wasn’t quite ready to become the kind of guy who had sex in the back of a taxi.

A soft moan from Kyle’s side of the car drew Eric’s attention. Kyle was sitting with his legs spread wide, turned slightly toward Eric, and was unabashedly massaging his cock through his jeans.

Eric watched him silently, hoping his eyes showed his approval. He idly thumbed his bottom lip as he took in the show. When had this become his life? He’d gone from very rare, extremely basic sex with his wife to no sex at all to...this. Being in the company of a gorgeous young man who was so hot for him that he couldn’t even wait until they were home to touch himself.

“Save it,” Eric heard himself whisper. “Wait until I can touch you properly.”

Kyle bit his lip, then said, “You can touch me right now.”

Eric shook his head. “Be patient. I’ll give you whatever we want when we get home.”

Kyle gave himself one more squeeze, then stretched his arm across the top of the backseat. His fingertips brushed the side of Eric’s neck. “Anything?”

Eric’s gaze was steady. “Yes.”

He took Kyle’s hand and kissed his palm. He flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin there, making Kyle suck in a breath. “I have a long wish list.”

“Mm.” Eric decided to be bold, and sucked Kyle’s index finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, then sucked hard while Kyle made soft, whimpering noises. Eric’s own cock was painfully hard, but he resisted touching it. As Kyle had taught him the last time they’d been together, sometimes it was better to wait.

Mercifully, the car reached their destination a minute later. Eric gave Kyle’s hand a parting kiss, then exited the car. As soon as they were in the house, Eric threw his coat off, then pinned Kyle against a wall.

“Hi,” Kyle said with a wicked grin.

“Hi.” Eric dropped to his knees. He practically ripped Kyle’s fly open, desperate to get his mouth on his cock.

“Whoa. Shit,” Kyle said hoarsely.

“Can’t wait.” Eric yanked Kyle’s jeans and underwear down to his knees.

“Fuck, I love how fired up you are. Did I make you mad, kissing that boy?”

“Let’s stop talking about him,” Eric growled before filling his mouth with Kyle’s cock.

“I did, didn’t I?” Kyle said, though his voice hitched in the middle. “You were jealous.”

Eric answered by bobbing his head, sucking him hard and fast. Yeah, he was fucking jealous. He didn’t like the idea of Kyle being with other men and he didn’t want to examine that too closely. He just wanted to make Kyle scream.

“That’s so fucking good. Holy fuck.” Kyle gripped Eric’s shoulder, and Eric could tell he was fighting to keep still. “Love your mouth, Eric.”

Eric grunted, loving the sound of his name in Kyle’s sex-ravaged voice. He wanted Kyle to say it when he came.

There was still a distant voice in Eric’s head that was reminding him that this was a terrible idea. This was exactly what he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do. But that part of his brain was being drowned out by Kyle’s moans and whispered curses. He needed this.

“I wish you’d danced with me,” Kyle panted. “You would have looked so fucking sexy.”

Eric doubted it, but his mouth was too busy to argue. Maybe he should have danced with Kyle. Maybe he should have kissed him on the dance floor, in front of their friends and whoever else wanted to watch. Show everyone that this stunning man was his.

He isn’t yours.

Eric pushed the thought away. For tonight at least, Kyle was his. He’d worry about the rest later.

He worked Kyle harder, sliding a hand up his thigh to play with his balls. His own cock strained against his jeans, rock hard and desperate for attention, but he ignored it, wanting only to pleasure Kyle. Wanting him to come in his mouth. Eric wanted