Scoring With Him by Lauren Blakely

Declan

Our clothes vanish in a heartbeat, and I am on him.

I climb on top of Grant, straddling him and dropping my mouth to his for a hot, searing kiss.

My cock bumps against his stomach. Valiant fucker wants to get right next to his shaft. But I hold off, waiting, teasing, so I can kiss him some more. Work him up.

Work him over.

His dick pokes me in the thigh, jerking against me. A slick of pre-come slides over my skin, and I love it. I love how aroused he is, how turned on I am, but I keep my body above him. A little space creates a lot of want.

I want him writhing for me.

I suck on his lower lip, eliciting a throaty rumble from the man, a shudder of his shoulders. Flicking my tongue across his top lip, he thrusts up under me, seeking contact. Begging for touch.

I don’t give in. Instead, I devour his mouth, my tongue tangling with his in a battle for dominance as his hands explore my chest. His palms curl over my pecs, slide down to my abs, trace the outline of my stomach.

Each touch makes my skin light up.

His fingers dance lower on a hunt for my shaft again, but just as he gets close enough, I slide down his body.

Drop my face to his chest.

Plant a soft, tantalizing kiss on his pec.

Grant groans, twisting under me.

“Mmm. Need to do this again,” I say. I tug on his nipple piercing and his hips shoot up.

“God,” he grunts, sounding lost, utterly lost.

I smile against his chest. “I’m learning things about you, rookie.” Another lick, another flick.

“Yeah? Like what?”

I raise my face. “I think you like nipple play,” I say with a dirty grin.

“I think you’re right,” he rasps out.

“But do you like this . . .?”

I make my way down his body, sweeping slow, lingering kisses on the ladder of his abs, the dip of his V, then along his pubic hair, dragging my nose through the wiry, dark blond hair, indulging in a long, deep inhale till I’m dangerously close to the cock that I want to suck.

My whole body thunders with want.

My lips ache to draw him in deep.

“Suck it, please,” he moans, pushing on my shoulders.

I want to give in, but I’m dying to give him something he’s never had, and I won’t deviate from the plan. “Uh-uh. Not yet. We made a deal.”

“Does the deal involve you torturing me?”

I kiss his hip, getting drunk on the taste of his skin, that showered, soapy scent that makes me crazy. “Do you dislike my brand of torture, rookie?”

I punctuate my question with a brush of my tongue across his abs, then down to his pubic bone, so my jaw bumps against his hard cock.

“You. Are. Killing. Me,” he growls.

I laugh lightly against him, then give in for a second, kissing the tip of his dick. Just the tip. That’s all. But the salty taste of his arousal is a jolt to my senses.

A hit of the best stuff.

It invigorates me, trips all my switches. I am a slot machine hitting the jackpot, clanging and flashing.

I kick the tease-him plan to the curb and cover his body with mine, our cocks lining up like horny soldiers falling into formation.

“Ohhhhh,” he rasps, his lips parted, his breath coming in harsh stutters.

His hands fly around me, grabbing my ass, tugging me closer. He grinds up against my dick, his sliding right next to mine, the friction making my balls sizzle.

“Do that again,” I tell him.

He does as he’s told.

“Yes. God. I want this so much,” Grant says, and every single word sends sparks shooting across my skin.

Knowing he’s saying them for the first time, that he’s feeling this for the first time, that he’s never rubbed off with a man before is such a high.

But I want it to be even better for him.

I want him to be in control.

And, not gonna lie, I want to watch him as he takes over. As he experiences the power shift.

I push up on one arm and reach for the lube on the nightstand with the other. “Get on me,” I murmur, then I flop onto my back next to him, the bottle by my side.

The man needs little instruction. In an instant, he’s lowering his big body onto me, and oh yes, I like athletes very much.

I’ve never been with a man the same size as me, the same width and breadth. Never been with someone with shoulders like Grant’s, a chest like a wall, abs cut from the same daily regimen.

And I like it very much, especially when that fine dick rubs right against mine, making me hotter. Hornier. Ready to take us over the edge.

“Let me help us out,” I say, breaking contact for a second.

“Right. Yeah.” He blinks as I grab the lube, flip it open. Rising up so he’s on his knees and I’m on my back, he watches me with avid eyes, like he’s never seen anything as enticing as me slicking up my hand.

“Love it when you watch me, rookie,” I whisper as I reach for my cock, stroke up and down, my breath coming in fast, hot pants.

Then, I wrap a hand around his dick for the first time. “Nice to meet all of you,” I say as I weigh that big cock in my palm.

His eyes float closed, and I stroke him, as his moans fill my chest with pride, fill my body with pleasure. I up the ante, taking both our shafts in my palm, my fist sliding up and down.

I stare at his carved chest, his cut abs, watching as pleasure ripples down his body.

“Wrap your hand around mine,” I tell him.

With one hand on my knee, he wraps his other fist over mine, and we jerk together.

“Yes, fucking yes,” he grunts as we go, finding a rhythm for a few quick pumps.

Then, I give him a new instruction. “Now rub that beautiful cock against mine, rookie.”

Grant covers me again, slides his arms under me, loops them around my shoulders, and unleashes all his desires on me. I grind up against him, and he pushes down, pumping and thrusting. I make room for him, legs open, hips jerking, dicks rubbing.

He doesn’t say a word, but he can’t shut up. He’s all grunts, and sighs, and moans. It’s the sexiest song I’ve ever heard. His noises, his breaths, his growls of desire.

But I know he likes it when I talk. Good thing I’m a chatty guy in bed. “Mmm. You feel so fucking good like this, rookie.”

“Yeah?”

“So good,” I say, gripping his ass, tugging him tight, letting my finger drift down his cheeks to the seam. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna play with this perfect ass.”

“Oh God, yes, please, yes,” he pants as he grinds and thrusts, and we are covered in sweat and lust, in longing and lube. It’s intense and exhilarating and so damn good.

“I’m close, Deck,” he grunts.

That’s my cue. Another bit of lube in my hand, then I shift our weight, sliding out from under him, moving us side to side. I reach down, grab our cocks, wrap my hand around our pulsing shafts.

His eyes are glassy, lost in another world as he swings his gaze down to our dicks, shiny and hard. I jerk us together, my hand a blur, my fist a tight, hot machine. I am aching to come. But I want to come with him. I want him covered in him, me, us.

My balls tighten. Pleasure twists and writhes in me as Grant grips my hip, his fingers curling tight.

“Give it to me,” I rasp, urging him on.

His lips part; his face contorts in exquisite torture. He twists his hips, spearing his cock into my fist.

“Gonna come,” he grunts, thrusting in my hand and growling in my ear.

That’s enough for me too. My nerve endings are on fire. My climax marches through my body, storms through my cells.

He unloads on my stomach in hot, white jets, and seconds later, I return the filthy favor, spurting all over him as wave after tsunami wave of pleasure wracks my body.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan as I shoot onto his chest. “Yessssss.”

He answers me with a shudder, an oh God, and then a long, satisfied sigh. A pause, a breath, then he says, “Holy fuck. Did that happen?”

I can’t talk yet. I’m still basking in the orgasm. In the shudders. The shockwaves. My eyes are closed, and my body is floating, and I feel incredible.

When my eyes open, I am looking at the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

And he looks like all my dirty dreams, with eager questions in his blue eyes.

I answer them instantly. “You were perfect,” I tell him.

“I was?”

I nod, then jerk him against me, so our release smears together.

He rubs that hot body against mine, getting in on the action.

When I stop, I slide a hand down, swipe a finger across his abs, dragging it through the mess.

I bring it to my lips and suck off the taste of us. Then I stare at the man in bed with me. “Want to know what we taste like?”

He trembles, his eyes shining with a fresh new round of lust. I lie on my back, gently bring him onto me, and give him my lips.

He sinks down, our two spent dicks resting now as his lips find mine and he tries something else entirely new.

This kind of a kiss.

Grant is more tender. He’s soft and sensual. He lingers, exploring my mouth like it’s the first time he’s kissed me.

These kisses feel like they’re happening to me for the first time too.