Common Goal (Game Changers #4)- Rachel Reid Page 0,93

tell Kyle to. But he gave himself a moment to adjust. “Talk to me,” he said.

“I’m right here,” Kyle said, then kissed Eric’s jaw. “Is it okay?”

Eric took another steadying breath. “I think so. It’s just...different.”

“Any time you want to stop, tell me. But you look absolutely stunning right now. Fuck. You should see yourself.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it. Ah!” Eric’s whole body jerked when Kyle captured one of his nipples with his teeth. The pain mixed with pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t believe it had only been his nipple. His had never been particularly sensitive. He felt Kyle’s hot breath brushing the burning flesh he had just bitten, and Eric wondered if he was going to do it again. The anticipation made his heart race, and he clenched his bound hands into fists.

He felt the wet warmth of Kyle’s tongue as it lapped over the nipple, soothing it with gentle licks. Eric let out a long moan that was mixed with a sigh, melting into the mattress. Then Kyle bit him again, and Eric yelped.

“Good?” Kyle asked. He was struggling not to laugh, Eric could tell.

“It’s weird. Intense. I’ve never done anything like this.”

Kyle trailed featherlight fingertips across Eric’s chest and down his stomach, and Eric thought for sure if he looked he’d see glowing lines of electricity on his skin in their wake. His body had already been overloaded with sensation from Kyle’s edging efforts, and now he thought he might burst apart like a firework if Kyle touched his cock.

Then Kyle was gone. His weight was gone from Eric’s waist. His heat was gone. His fingers, his tongue. His breathing. Eric searched for him with his ears. “Kyle?”

No reply. And then Eric heard a zipper, and a soft rustling somewhere to the side of the bed. He turned his head to follow it, and then felt something brush against his lips.

The head of Kyle’s cock.

Eric could smell the now-familiar musk of it as Kyle teased his lips with gentle nudges and swipes. Eric opened his mouth in invitation, turning on his side and quickly swiping his tongue over his dry lips. He wanted it. Wanted to suck Kyle off blindly, with his hands trapped above his head. He wanted Kyle to feed it to him while Eric could only lay there and take it.

The spongy head of Kyle’s cock slid past his lips and Eric hummed happily around it. Kyle planted one of his hands on Eric’s head, fingers tangling into his hair as he adjusted Eric’s angle.

“God, you look so fucking sexy right now,” Kyle said huskily. “Absolutely gorgeous, baby.”

Eric could only answer by sucking more of him into his mouth, straining his neck to reach. His fingers twitched with the need to touch him, but he obediently left them on the pillow.

“Fuck, this is better than I even pictured it. You love taking my dick like this, don’t you? Love having nothing to do but suck me.”

Eric moaned his agreement. He did love this. It should probably feel weird, or degrading, but it actually felt...peaceful. His brain was quiet. There were no pressures, no team depending on him, no scary life-changing decisions to make. There was just Kyle, and the need to please him.

He still had limited experience when it came to cocksucking, but Eric had always been a quick study. He flicked his tongue over the head in a way that Kyle had seemed to love last time.

“That’s good, baby. That’s fucking incredible,” Kyle babbled. His fingers tightened in Eric’s hair, and then released him.

Eric was distantly aware of some noises, but he ignored them, too focused on his task to try to guess what they were. He could taste salty drops of precum, and he heard Kyle suck in a breath and swear softly. Then, Kyle pulled away, leaving him empty. Drool leaked out of the corner of Eric’s mouth, but he couldn’t wipe it away. He rolled to his back, frustrated.

A slick hand wrapped around his cock, unexpected and ruthless. Stroking him hard and fast, and Eric could only gasp and swear and jerk his hips. He knew Kyle would stop before he came. He knew there was no way Kyle would go to the trouble of restraining and blinding him if he was going to end things so quickly. But Eric’s body didn’t care. It optimistically thrust into Kyle’s tight fist, seeking release. It was so close—right there. Eric could feel it pulsing inside him, huge