The Endgame (Atlanta Lightning 1)

“Jesus, you have a monster under here, don’t you?” I cupped him, and he groaned, dropped his head back, and closed his eyes. “Don’t you?” I asked again.

“Yessss,” Anson hissed out.

“I’ve been dreaming about being on my knees for you. I can’t tell you how many times I brought myself off with the thought. I’m dying to get my mouth around you.” I licked him through the fabric of his underwear, nuzzling and sucking the side of his shaft.

“Fuck… West…” He was already breathless, and I loved it. Also, it was sexy as hell to hear him call me West. “I’m going to embarrass myself again. I won’t last long.”

“That’s okay, Bashful. We have all day and all night.” Regret already pricked my insides. Would one day with him be enough? It wasn’t my choice, so it had to be.

I kept mouthing him through his boxer briefs as I unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down my jeans and underwear. My dick was aching and burst free like a jack-in-the-box.

I nipped at his balls with my lips, then worked his boxer briefs down until they joined his sweats at his feet. “Did you do this for me?” I asked, teasing him about his erection as I stroked him. He was long and fat, his cock jutting out, too heavy to stand directly up. He had full, tight balls and incredible thighs, not something I’d been particularly interested in on a guy before, but then I’d never been with a professional football player.

“Cocky…bastard…” he said around short breaths.

“Look at me. Open your eyes and watch me. I want you to see who’s pleasuring you. I want it seared into your fucking mind so you can use the image to bring yourself off when you’re not with me.”

His dick spasmed, leaking precome. He did as I said, hooded, hungry eyes pinning me as my tongue sneaked out to lick the pearl at his tip.

“West…”

“That’s it. Watch me.” He did, didn’t look away as I stroked myself in long, slow pulls. As my tongue circled his crown, I angled my eyes up toward his, and saw fire blazing in his gaze.

“I want to…I want to suck you too…before tomorrow.”

“I’m counting on it. Right now, though, let me take care of you.”

This time I couldn’t read what flashed in his eyes, and maybe that was a good thing. I needed to focus on getting him off, on giving him the best twenty-four hours he’d ever had.

I leaned down and lapped at his balls. Anson’s thighs trembled. He tasted like salt but smelled like musk and soap. I let my tongue dance around his nuts for a few moments, teasing him, trying to draw it out a little, the whole time still stroking myself. It would be better if I had lube on me, but I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I’d at least expected to make it to my room.

He was warm and hard against my hand, and fuck, I was hungry for his load. I was edging myself as much as him, so I didn’t waste any more time and took him deep, to the back of my throat, before pulling off.

“Oh fuck!” he called out loudly.

“I’m good at this. You can fuck my face if you want. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I went down on him again.

Anson cursed, then mumbled something I couldn’t make out before his fist tightened in my hair and he thrust into my mouth. I swallowed around him, letting him have his way with me, letting him use me how he needed because it was fucking hot, and I loved it too. I jerked myself as he thrust, wincing when his hand tightened in my hair, then heard, “Shit,” and looked up at him to see the apology in his eyes.

“Don’t. You don’t have to worry about that with me. Like I said, I’ll tell you if it’s too much, and it’s not.”

I was surprised when he held my face, one cheek in each hand, almost tenderly, as he pushed deep into my mouth and pulled out again. Anson watched his cock disappear inside me over and over again until I thought I was going to lose my mind. I wanted to make him come.

I took over then, deep throating him, swallowing around him and using my hand on him too. He was mumbling what sounded like nonsense, the words louder but more unintelligible as he got closer. He lost himself to the pleasure, his hands fisting and his legs shaking, until he said, “Oh God. I’m gonna come. Pull off… Fuck, West, pull off.”

Not. Fucking. Likely.

I kept going, and then he cried out. His cock jerked in my mouth just as my own orgasm raced through me. Anson shot down my throat, kept shooting like he’d had that load in his balls for an eternity, just waiting for my mouth to coax it out of him.