His praise lights up my veins, and my muscles tense with the need for more—more of his words, more friction, more of him and me.
I roll my hips and meet his strokes. “Hell yeah.”
He does the same, thrusting against me with a rhythm that sends jolts of ecstasy through me, and more wetness slicks between us. Pleasure fogs my mind and leaves me dizzy.
His fingers thread into my hair and tighten. “I fucking love the feel of you. Fuck my fist, baby boy. Come all over my cock before you suck it.” He yanks my head back and sinks his teeth into my collarbone.
“Oh…fuck.” My balls hug my shaft, my vision darkens, and every muscle in my body twitches. I clutch the sheets and lose my breath, jerking in his hand and shooting cum all over his stomach, fingers, and dick.
Eager to please him and still high and tingling from the orgasm, I trail kisses down his chest and abs, tasting myself on his skin.
His stiff cock is covered in my release, and I take a minute to lick it up, my eyes finding his.
Impatient, he fists my hair. “Be a good boy and suck it. Make me come.”
I pull him into my mouth as far as I can. He flexes his hips gently, still hesitating, and bumps the back of my throat. I want him to use me, fuck my mouth, and lose restraint. Being rough and taking power is his love language, his way of showing ownership.
Anything less is indifference.
When his cock is in my mouth, my head is quiet. I’m focused on pleasing him. My anxieties disappear. I’m fulfilled. Every gasp, every moan, every thrust of his hips, every tug of my hair is my reward—I only need to get him there.
He swells, stretching my lips farther, and I withdraw slowly, increasing suction as I go. Aurora does this, and it drives me mad.
“Jax,” he warns.
I glare up at him. “What do you call me when your cock is in my mouth?”
His expression is priceless. It shifts from shock to slight humor toabsolutely fucking not. There’s no way in hell he’ll allow me to dominate him, and I’m looking forward to the retribution.
His tone becomes vicious. “Then put it in your fucking mouth, brat.”
I do, but not before giving him a taunting grin.
He cups the back of my head and punches his hips. “Don’t fucking move,” he growls.
I relax my jaw, and he fucks my throat, keeping me right where he wants me—nose to his pelvis. He moans, and I moan around him, my cock starting to rally once again from the desperate sounds he makes.
It’s sloppy, his balls coated in cum and saliva when I massage them.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” His precum bursts along my taste buds. “That’s it, baby boy. Fuck,you take me so fucking well.” The last part is a strained groan.
His fingers shake in my hair, he thrusts one last time, and his cock jerks, filling my mouth with cum. I swallow and suck him lazily until he yanks me away, gasping for breath.
“Come here.” He draws me to him and devours my lips, his heart pounding with mine. After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling, he stands from the bed, gloriously naked, his long, glistening cock hanging between his colossal thighs. “You better not be too tired for the game tonight.”
I collapse onto my back, gloriously spent. I haven’t bothered to check the time, but the muted gray light filtering through the sheer curtains suggests it’s early. That, or there’s another snowstorm. We don’t, orIdon’t, have to be anywhere until noon. He’ll leave much sooner.
My lips and jaw are sore, and my erection thickens at the sight of him. I flash him a smug smile. Now that I’ve let myself trulyseehim, I’m obsessed with every inch. “What will you give me if I win tonight, Coach?”
He narrows his eyes, peering down at me with annoyance and a hint of intimidation. He may appear threatening, but I don’t miss how his gaze trails down my body to my hard cock. “What do you want?”
“I want your teeth marks as a tattoo.”
Chapter 14
Reece
Aurora sleeps beside me, nestled close. I don’t dare move, afraid to wake her, but sleep evades me. I’m used to getting up early, and as the sun’s rays sneak into the bedroom, I get restless.
