Brock’s hands gripped my arms like he needed something to hold onto, like he was still trying to catch up to the moment. But then he melted into it, kissing me back just as fiercely.
When I finally pulled back, we were both breathless, grinning like idiots in love.
“You won,” he said, voice rough, eyes glittering with unshed tears.
“Wewon,” I told him.
I pulled him in again, this time for a hug. It was fierce and tight; the kind you give someone who never stopped believing in you, who made the pain, sweat, and tears worth it.
All around us, the celebrations raged on, but in that moment—in Brock’s arms—I felt like I had already won the biggest prize of all.
As it turned out, there was no trophy or diamond-crusted ring that measured up to the sublime pleasure of my boyfriend’s lips straining around my cock.
“That’s right, baby,” I cooed, gently guiding his head up and down my throbbing length. “You feel so fucking good.”
I tipped my head back against the edge of the tub. The warm, soapy water lapped around my chest and splashed over the side with each thrust of my hips. To think, I had almost gone to the club with the rest of the guys.Fuck that. This was by far the best post-game celebration I could have asked for.
My fingers tangled in his wet hair, holding him still while I thrust deeper into the heat of his mouth. The sound of him gagging around my length made me tighten my grip, pushing his head down farther.
“That’s right. Take it all.”
He met my eyes, and his lips curved in a smirk around the rigid flesh filling his mouth. The sight of his pink, swollen lips stretched wide sent a jolt through me, and my balls tightened, drawing up against the base of my dick.
Brock Heller was a world-class cocksucker, but I had other plans for him this evening, none of which included coming down his throat.
I stood up, pulling myself free from his mouth. He groaned low at the sudden movement, like an animal who had just been deprived of his favorite meal.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I said, voice thick with desire. “You’re going to get all of me, but I want this gorgeous ass first.”
I punctuated my words with a slap to his bare cheek, and the sound reverberated off the bathroom tiles. Fuck, I had already come once tonight and I still wanted more.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
He licked his lips and got up off the floor of the tub. He watched, mesmerized, as I tore open a condom packet and rolled the latex onto my length. I stroked myself a few times before turning him to face the wall, positioning him just where I wanted him.
“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered.
I nudged his legs wide. “No,you’reunbelievable.” He moaned when my finger prodded his puckered entrance. I coated my cock with lube and spread the excess around his hole. “The way you take my cock, the way you love me.”
I pressed my finger inside him, past the tight ring of muscles.
“Yes,” he hissed.
His eyes closed and he dropped his head forward.
“Fuck, Brock, I could eat you again right now.”
His breath caught. “Then do it.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I knelt behind him and leaned in, licking up the mess between his cheeks like it was dessert—groaning at the taste of the lube and bubble bath mixed together. My tongue dipped inside him, swirling around his asshole, slow and deep, while my hand fisted the base of my cock.
He reached down to stroke himself too, but I slapped his hand away. “Not yet.”
I stood back up to full height and guided my cock between his cheeks. He let out a ragged groan as I started to push inside him.
“Oh my god,” I rasped against his neck, thighs trembling as I sank another inch deeper. “You feelsofucking good.”
