Perfect Score (Easton U Pirates 3)

“This okay?” His fingers curled inside my waistband, and when I offered the slightest nod, he carefully folded the material down, his breath wafting over my sensitive shaft, his nose buried in my groin. We may have jerked off and rubbed against each other, but this felt different, way more intimate. My fingers brushed his jaw tenderly as he looked up at me in this affectionate way that made my stomach flutter and my heart clench. I loved my friend Elliot fiercely, but this added another layer of softness I couldn’t wrap my brain around right then.

Pinpricks made the hairs stand on my thighs when he shifted his chin for an up-close examination of my cock. His fingers encircled the root as if testing the weight in his hand. When he licked a stripe around the crown and then hummed as he savored a pearl of precome from the slit, my knees nearly buckled.

Thankfully, his hand held my hip steady against the wall as he inhaled my length. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my fingers dug into his scalp. “Ugh, so good.”

We could still hear the guys’ loud laughter and clapping, but it was like we were in our own little sanctuary of bliss as Elliot continued his assault on all my senses. He licked up and down my length, then took me inside the wet heat of his mouth again.

“Ah, fuck, I think I’m already close.”

His eyes met mine as he relaxed his jaw and breathed through his nose, his tongue bathing the underside of my cock. I felt his hand working his own cock—he’d somehow managed to get his own fly undone while rocking my world.

“So hot, Morgan.” He moved back up to my crown, tracing the ridge with his lips. “Wanna taste your come.”

Hearing him say those words in that husky voice did me in. I gripped his hair, groaned loudly as I trembled, my seed shooting in his mouth without warning. He hummed, his eyes on mine while I shook and panted and he swallowed my load. Not a moment later, I heard his deep moan as he came in his hand. He kept my softened shaft in his mouth through his orgasm, which was fucking sexy as hell until my cock was too sensitive, and he pulled away.

I tucked myself back in with shaky fingers as he stood to wash his hands and then I did the same. My chest was still heaving when he kissed my mouth and entangled our fingers, which only made more affection course through me.

“Better?” he asked, and all I could do was nod. “Good. Now let’s get this night over with.”

We headed down the hallway, noticing the music had stopped. The stripper was gathering her things to leave as we entered, the mood still gregarious. Most of the guys looked disheveled, Ryan most of all. I felt guilty again before remembering Elliot’s advice about leaving it be and letting it all play out.

Dawson’s eyes widened when he saw us, and when I glanced at Elliot, I realized his hair was a wreck from my hands. A flush crawled across my cheeks as I headed straight to my brother.

Thank God, Ryan seemed none the wiser that we were even missing. In fact, he appeared more relaxed and a little tipsy.

“You okay, Ry?”

“Yeah, it’s all good.” He patted my shoulder and lowered his voice. “I’m not gonna make a stink about this, at least not before the wedding.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I narrowed my eyes at Dawson, who looked the most sober of the whole group. Go figure.

It was late by the time we got home, my feet were killing me from the dress shoes I’d have to wear next weekend as well, and once we discarded our stuffy clothes, we fell right into bed.

“Thank you for being there for me,” I said around a yawn. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be lost, of course,” he replied in a sleepy voice, but I still heard the smirk.

“Yeah…yeah, I would,” I admitted, rolling to my side.

“And so would I.” Elliot kissed the back of my head, and that was the last thing I remembered before sleep consumed me.

13

Elliot

“Hi, Mom,” Morgan said into my cell, which I’d put on speakerphone because we were driving to the hotel where the wedding festivities would be taking place, which was about forty minutes away.

“How’s my second son?” she replied, and I smiled, warmth spreading through me.

“A little nervous about making my best man speech at the reception tomorrow.” He shifted in his seat as I turned toward the freeway. “But only because I don’t want to mess anything up. I want Ryan and Kate’s day to be perfect.”

“You’ll be great,” I reassured him, squeezing his knee. He’d practiced it in front of me several times. “It’s from your heart, and that’s all that matters.”