“I love you.” The words slip out before I can stop them. “I love everything about you.”
“Love you too,” he whispers, breath ragged. “I love being yours.”
I love being yours.Fuck, if that doesn’t tear me apart.
He’s mine. Mine to care for and love. Mine to protect and adore. All mine.
I widen my stance and weave our fingers together above his head. “Go ahead.” I place a kiss below his ear. “You’re in control. Take my cock.”
He rocks his hips and draws me deeper. He trembles, muscles taut, and bites his bottom lip.
“That’s it, baby.” I squeeze his hands, digging my fingertips into his palms to anchor him to me. “You can take me. Show me how much you want my cock.”
He sinks back until I’m fully seated inside him, his ass flush against me.
“God, Jax.” My chest heaves, and I fight to remain still. “Your ass feels so fucking good.”
Unable to resist, I roll my hips, and a choked moan escapes his throat.
“Please, Ethan.”
His tight heat clenches, and my knees nearly buckle.
“Fuck me,” he begs. “Give it to me.”
Releasing one of his hands to grip his hip, I withdraw until only the tip remains then punch forward slowly, making sure he feels every inch.
“Holy fucking shit,” he groans, his glazed eyes locked on mine, pleasure contorting his features. “You’re huge.”
I can’t hide my smug smile. “Is it okay? Are you okay?”
He mirrors my grin. “Fuck, yeah. Give me that big cock, Coach.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
I thrust again, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. There’s none—just pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
“Harder.” He arches his back, all cut muscle and smooth skin. “You won’t break me, Ethan. I can handle you.” He grinds against me, taking me deeper. “I want all of you. Every dirty part. Give it to me. Use me. Fuck me.”
His admission unleashes something primal within me, and I drive into him, wanting to imprint myself on his soul.
We establish a rhythm. His body jolts with each slap of my hips, his hand clutching mine. He turns his head, seeking my mouth. My lips find his in a rough, messy kiss, our tongues tangling as we swallow each other’s desperate moans.
I angle my hips, searching for that spot that will make him?—
“Fuck—right there.” His forehead falls to the glass.
I hammer into him relentlessly, hitting his prostate with each stroke—or at least, I think I am. His moans echo off the tiles, more needy with each thrust.
His ass becomes a vise grip, and I reach around to palm his erection, finding him slick and leaking at the tip.
“You gonna come for me?” I alternate between massaging his balls and stroking him.
His free hand reaches back to thread through my hair. “Y-yes.”
I nip at his neck. “Tell me where you want my cum, baby boy.”
“Inside me.”
