And I couldn’t fucking wait.
He jerked, then gasped my name when I stroked my finger over his prostate. I did it one more time, and he tensed, then came in my mouth, his ass spasming around my finger. I swallowed what I could, but I was a fucking rookie, so some dribbled out the corners of my mouth and leaked down my chin.
Pulling off of him, I swiped my thumb along my chin, then sucked the cum off while my eyes were locked with his. He groaned, then shuddered when I continued stroking him from the inside, trying to stretch him out to take me.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned, the heels of his feet digging into the bed as he pushed down on my finger, so fucking eager.
“Going to be so fucking worth it,” I promised, then slipped my finger out and went back in with two. He hissed at the stretch but forced himself to relax. I kept my gaze locked on his face, watching as he moaned and writhed on the mattress as I fucked my fingers in and out of him, stroking the pads of my fingers over that bundle of nerves inside of him as I did so.
Finally, fucking finally, I had him stretched enough for my comfort. I swiped my fingers on my pants, then took them off and fell onto my back beside him. Jax frowned at me. “That better not be it,” he hissed, growing frustrated.
I grabbed the lube and cracked it open before slicking my cock up. His was already hard again, his precum having made a mess all over his lower stomach, creating a sticky mess of his happy trail. “It’s not. You’re going to ride me. Research said that’s easier for your first time. Condoms could make it easier, too?—”
“No condom,” he said, moving to straddle me. “I need to feel you, Blaze.”
Christ.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose once he was hovering over my cock. Reaching down, he gripped my base, then angled it before notching it at his opening. I hissed when he began to sink down on me slowly. Fuck, he was so tight. “I don’t want anything between us.”
I didn’t either. We were both clean, both got regular check-ups. I wanted him to be the first and only person I ever went bare with.
“I love you,” I rasped once he was seated fully on me.
He leaned down and sealed our lips together in a kiss that wreaked havoc on my soul. “I love you, too,” he told me, his voice low and quiet. Reverent. Then, he leaned up and began to ride me like a pro instead of this being his first time. His thigh muscles flexed, and his abs rolled with every downward stroke until finally, I was gripping his hips and fucking up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“I’m fucking close,” I choked out, my balls drawing up tight. “Need you to come again, baby.” The desperation to feel his ass clench on my cock like it had my finger was nearly all-consuming.
He wrapped his fist around himself and stroked one, two, three times, and then, he was coming, shuddering on top of me. His hole spasmed around me and began milking my cock. I growled his name, my fingers tightening on his hips as I spilled inside of him, coming so fucking hard, my vision momentarily whited out.
Jaxon rolled to the side of me, then scooted closer, wrapping his arm and thigh over me before resting his head on my chest. I cradled the back of his head, then pressed a kiss to his hair. “Want to clean up?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Deal with it later,” he whispered. “I want to sleep.”
I eased his glasses off his face, then set them on my nightstand. Once I tugged the blankets over us, I closed my eyes as well, tightening my hold on him. With my other hand gripping his thigh, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall asleep too with my man wrapped around me.
Chapter 22
Blaze
The regular season for football was over, and we were now in the playoffs, trying to inch our way to a championship win. The entire school was putting pressure on us to bring the title home, but I knew, just as our coaches and the other players knew, we weren’t a championship team yet. But making it to the playoffs was a huge deal, especially considering the school hadn’t managed it in years.
My eyes swept the locker room when I walked inside, looking for Jaxon. He was having a bad day today with his headache, but he’d been determined to make it to practice despite it, which I wasn’t all too happy about. He didn’t quite have a migraine yet, but it was worse than usual, and he hadn’t been able to take his preventative meds in time.
Tossing my bag onto the bench in front of my locker, I tugged my phone from my pocket and shot him off a text.
Me:
You good, baby? Do I need to let Coach know it’s a bad day?
Jaxon:
No, I’ll be okay. I stopped by the apartment to grab my shades. They’re helping. See you in a few.
Sighing, I opened my locker, then set my phone inside. I was pulling my practice pants up my legs when Jaxon appeared beside me and took a seat on the bench. Hunter followed, dropping his bag onto the bench in front of his locker and reaching forward to unlock the metal door.
“Bad day?” Hunter questioned, taking note of Jaxon’s glasses.
“A little,” Jaxon said. I reached out and slipped my fingers into his hair, scraping my nails along his scalp. He sighed and leaned his head against my hip, his eyes closing. “That feels good.”
