Scoring With Him by Lauren Blakely

Grant

My lips crash down on his.

Flames lick every inch of my skin as I taste the shortstop’s lips for the first time.

I don’t play around. I don’t tease or toy. I take his mouth hostage as I pour all my lust into a white-hot kiss with Declan Steele.

I grab the back of his neck, jerking him closer, claiming his lips.

It’s rough and fevered, everything I imagined a kiss with him would be.

Exhilarating.

It’s utterly exhilarating.

Declan’s stubble scrapes my cheek like sandpaper, and I lose my mind. Need grips me, so I drag him closer, my thoughts becoming a hazy blur as pleasure blasts through my body, filling every single cell.

Weaving my hands into his hair, I swallow down a harsh groan. His hair is soft and thick, and, holy fuck, it’s between my fingers. My God, he’s here.

Kissing me like I’m the only man he’s ever wanted.

I know that’s not true. I damn well know that. But at this moment, all I feel is how much he wants me. It washes over me. It rolls off him in waves as our teeth click and our tongues skate together.

He knocks my cap off, sending it skittering to the floor, his fingers diving into my hair too.

We grab, take, devour.

My God, he tastes so good. Like fantasies becoming real. Like I’ve imagined kissing should be.

I’ve kissed before, but not like this.

This feels like sex.

Especially when he pulls back and lets out a wild groan of pleasure that makes my balls tingle.

“Love the sounds you make,” I rasp.

“Yeah?”

“I do. A lot.” I pant, jerking him close again and slamming my lips back to his.

“Yes . . .” Declan gasps into my mouth.

My cock twitches in my jeans, and I’m leaking already. I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even know what to do.

I can’t stop kissing him. Can’t stop touching him.

I tug his bottom lip between my teeth, and I moan so damn loudly I’m sure the house at the end of the block can hear. Sure, too, that I don’t care.

Especially when Declan unleashes a hard, shuddery breath as I lick the corner of his lips, then as I flick my tongue right there, and once again as I dive back in for another hungry, heated round.

His moans and murmurs are the sexiest noises ever.

I can only dream of how much louder he’d be if we were fucking. How much more erotic his sounds would be. How fantastically filthy.

But I guess it’ll have to be okay that we won’t be screwing ever. I don’t know how I’d survive sex with him since kissing him is already the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

It feels like I’m fucking his mouth, and he’s fucking mine right back.

The trouble is this damn console in the middle. The steering wheel by his arm.

I break the kiss, eyeing the back seat. It’s roomy enough, and I like his BMW even more now.

He sees my glance and doesn’t hesitate. “Go.”

“Yes, sir,” I tease and nearly vault up, scrambling between the seats, diving onto the leather, stretching out and kicking his cap from the seat to the floor. He’s right there with me, following me and reaching for the bottom of my shirt. Sitting up, I whip it over my head.

“Fuck. Yes,” he says, then takes off his. I’m in jeans, he’s in shorts, and this is heaven.

We slam together again. Side to side, we make out like crazy as he takes over, plundering my mouth with his wicked tongue, kissing me ruthlessly, and jerking me close so our chests touch.

And then, holy fuck, I nearly come through my clothes when our cocks align.

“Deck,” I moan, feeling both utterly helpless and completely horny at the same time.

He growls against my lips, then devours me again as he grinds his erection against mine.

Pushing.

Pressing.

Giving.

Taking.

My entire body is short-circuiting from the intensity, from the sheer volume of pleasure annihilating me.

His strong arm snakes around me, his big hand covering my ass. He hauls me even closer, sending a spike of ball-tightening arousal all the way down to my toes.

His other hand travels up my chest, stopping at my left pec, where he flicks my nipple piercing.

“Ahhh,” I gasp, breaking the kiss since I need a moment to let the pleasure radiate.

“I have wanted to do that since I first saw it.”

“Do it again,” I beg, desperate.

Declan does, and desire pummels me in a blissfully beautiful wave. Then he scoots down, kissing my chest as he goes, till his lips make contact with my nipple, and he tugs on the barbell with his teeth.

Another bolt of lust crashes into me. Another feral moan spills from my lips.

My cock aches, and I can feel another drop of pre-come on the tip. I’m not far off.

I want release so badly.

Want his as well.

I have no clue where this is going. How far we’re taking a kiss that’s already sped past kissing.

But I also know I don’t want to have sex in the back of a car.

And I don’t want to blow him on the side of a road either.

Back in high school, I messed around with girls in cars before I learned I only wanted to mess around with guys.

And I don’t want this to feel one bit like confusion.

Because it’s not.

It’s clarity.

It’s intensity, and it’s everything I’ve wanted, and then it’s even better when he slides me under him.

He pushes up, then stares down at me, lust scorching his irises.

Then, he tilts his hips and grinds down hard on my cock.

“Oh God,” I grunt, my dick thumping against my jeans. I wrap my hands around his big biceps and blurt the truth. “You need to stop, or I’m going to come in my pants. I’m that turned on.”

He releases a sharp, hot breath. Then another. But he listens, moves off me, and mutters, “Wow . . . you are just . . . wow.”

As I swing my legs to the floor and sit up to rest my head against the seatback, a wild grin plays on my lips.

I’m wow.

Holy shit.

He’swow.

I drag a hand through my hair, trying to calm down, to cool off. I glance up at the windows. They’re covered in steam. “Dude, your car is like a sauna.”

“So am I,” he says.

“Me too. I’m going to jerk it so hard tonight when I get back to my room.”

He spreads a hand across my abs. “To me?”

I laugh. “Yes, dickhead. To you.”

“Mmm. Your hand on your cock. I would love to see that.”

“Maybe I’ll show you,” I tease, pushing up.

My gaze catches the digital display on the clock. It’s close to midnight.

I flashback to a few nights ago. Coach in the elevator. The mango rice. His midnight snack.

An alarm rings in my head, and I sit bolt upright. “We need to go. Fisher usually comes back with his mango rice in a few minutes, and I don’t want to run into him.”

Declan frowns in confusion, and I explain as we grab our shirts and yank them on.

We climb into the front seats, and Declan wipes the steam from the window before he turns the ignition and peels outta there.

I comb my fingers through my hair, but when I flip the visor to check out the mirror, my face is whisker burned. “We can’t walk in together like this. Not tonight.”

“I know. I’ll drop you off a block away so no one sees you get out of my car. Then I’ll park, and you’ll go in first. Put your cap on,” he says, pointing to the floor.

I grab it, pull it on, then stretch my arm to the backseat. “Same for you. Your hair is a mess.”

A grin tugs at his sexy mouth. “A good mess,” he says, and that makes my stomach flip. “Put it on me.”

I put the cap on him as he drives, and the moment is strangely intimate as I adjust it by his ears.

“If anyone asks, you were out for a walk,” Declan continues. “And just to be safe, I’ll come in a few minutes later. I’ll say I had to go to CVS for something.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He slows the car as we near the hotel, shooting me a once-over. “Not gonna lie. You look like sex, rookie.”

I chuckle. “Not gonna lie. I feel like sex too.”

His sly grin makes me smile too.

A minute later, he pulls up, and I get out without a second glance, walking the final block to the hotel entrance in the warm Arizona night, my erection finally, finally disappearing.

The glass doors slide open, and I go inside. The hotel is quiet, but I take the stairs anyway, just to be safe.

Just in case Coach’s spring training vice lines up timewise with mine.

When I hit the sixth floor, I turn down the hallway, then blow out a long breath as I reach my room. I shut the door in a daze.

Did that just happen?

And what will happen tomorrow?

No idea, but I know this much. Tonight, there’s something I plan to tell him.

Because I know now exactly what I want, no matter the risks.

I haven’t forgotten how forbidden we are. He’s more off-limits than anyone else in the world. And really, of all the queer men on the planet, why does the guy I want so damn badly have to be my teammate?

I wish I knew.

But one thing I do know with absolute certainty.

I want to sleep with Declan. I’m ready.

There are no questions.

I take a piss, wash my hands and strip out of my clothes.

When I sink down on the bed, my mind returns to the car.

Tonight was the hottest night of my life and he didn’t even touch my dick. As I replay what we did, I’m instantly aroused, and my reaction to the shortstop validates what I’m about to do.

But first, I’m going to give him what he wants.

I grab my phone.