‘Yeah. Now, suck on the tip.’
His self-assured commands always leave me throbbing in wait. It’s a delicious agony I’ve become addicted to. Glancing up, I do what he likes, proving that I know him. That I don’t need direction. That I’m a perfectly good ‘special friend’ who shouldn’t be thrown away. Except his hands follow my head as I take him deep, and then I feel pressure, urging me further. The look that crosses his face is sex drunk.
“Can you swallow it all?” he whispers, hopeful and maybe even a bit desperate.
Oh, hell. I’ve given him ideas. Just thinking about it has me closing my eyes and suppressing a moan. Exhaling through my nostrils, I relax my jaw.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he gasps.
His fingers swirl through my hair, and then something touches my upper lip. Opening my eyes, I see not just his nest of dark curls in front of me, but one of his fingers. The tip traces my slobber-coated mouth. I can’t imagine how I must appear right now, cheeks burning.
“Look at this mouth all stretched around me,” he murmurs reverently, turning my self-consciousness into an accolade.
I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. I’m already about to gag, but I want this first to be with him. Closing my eyes, I swallow. His tip bumps the back of my throat. I hear him gasp again just as I gag and pull back, eyes watering. Stifling a cough around him, I make a few shallower slides, hoping it will distract him from the chuffing sounds I’m making.
“Shit,” he whispers. “Did you like me in your throat?”
How does someone even answer that? Instead, I drop back to his tip, sucking on it the way I know he likes.
He lets out a contented sigh and shifts his legs, kicking off his jeans. I reach down and help. When I lower my shorts the rest of the way, he bends a leg, hooking one of his feet into them. Tugging them down, he kicks and sends them sailing somewhere behind me. I feel his insole glide up my bare calf and his strong fingers knead my shoulder, loosening knots I didn’t know I had there. I’m pliant and spun up all at once.
God, I want him. Right now. Want to feel him pushing into me. Reaching underneath me, I give myself a stroke, unable to hold back.
“Don’t.”
I couldn’t have heard him correctly, but when I look up, he repeats his warning. “Don’t touch it.” Slipping his leg between mine, he pushes his thigh against my cock. “Touchmeif you need to.”
And then he cups my face, holding me at his tip. I stare, disbelieving, but move as he guides my head up and down over his glans. We’ve never been face-to-face for this long during sex. Granted, his gaze is fixed on my mouth on his cock and not my eyes, but it’s so sensual. I shudder and have to close my eyes, getting lost in the feel of his glans passing over my lips. The soft hair on his leg, the warmth—it’s too much to resist. I start rocking against him, grinding myself shamelessly on his thigh.
“Look at you. Did you wait for me?” he pants, his guiding hands becoming more unsteady.
The answer is that it shouldn’t even be a question. There is no one else but him. I didn’t wait—Ipined, but that’s too embarrassing to admit.
“Didyou?” he asks again in a tone that brooks no debate, his thumb tracing my lower lip as his thigh presses tighter against me.
A mewling sound escapes my throat, spilling all my secrets. He pulls me off his tip with a grunt, breathing hard, and gives himself a squeeze, teeth bared. For a second, I think he’s angry, but then I realize it’s something entirely different in his eyes.
Oh, fuck. He’s going to pound the shit out of me tonight.
Rolling, he swipes up the bottle of lube I leave by my pillow each time he comes over. It’s another grain of salt in the wound.
See, I want to tell him.The familiarity between us has reached this level of convenience. No one else will adore you the way I do.
Rising to his knees, he watches me wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as he slicks himself up with the liquid. My breath catches when he shuffles forward. I slide my hands up his chest in anticipation of another precious kiss to stow in my memory bank. He circles an arm around me, pulling me close, but his mouth moves to the side of my neck, sucking on the skin there. His fingers slide between my cheeks, lubricating a pathand then circling my ring. I tense, wondering if he can tell that I prepped, even though his gesture is thoughtful. Slipping a finger inside, he groans against my jugular. I grunt and close my eyes, gripping onto him and savoring the vibrations of that noise.
Did he dream of doing this with his teammates? Was I just a convenience to save him from outing himself in the world of his precious game?
The jealous thoughts are too ugly to give credence. I need to hold fast to Jamie’s sage advice earlier. I’m young. I deserve a night of recklessness that I may never get again.
“I’m ready.”
Pushing against him, I have half a mind to flop down onto my back. Would he look at me like I’m being strange by wanting to do it while facing each other for a change? I don’t have the heart to try, and I honestly don’t care at the moment, as long as he’s in me. As long as he’s mine again one last time.
Dropping to all fours, I feel the mattress dip as he moves around behind me. His calloused hands glide across the small of my back, making me shiver before one latches onto my hip.
“You want it bad tonight, huh?” he says, but it’s not a question.
For some reason, I’m not ashamed to admit it, arching my back to spread myself open to him. “Yeah.”
