Fuck, she’s good at this.
I was no stranger to anal play, but having been on both the giving and receiving end hundreds, if not thousands of times, I could safely say that Nessa knew what she was doing. I was already very much looking forward to returning the favor someday soon.
“Enough.” I grunted. “Please, angel. I’m dying here.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” She climbed back onto the bed and pushed my knees back. The dildo bobbed between us. “I’m going to fuck you just like this. With you on your back, legs in the air, looking up at me. Do you want that?”
“Fuck yes.” My fingers looped through the harness, dragging her closer. “I want you, Nessa.”
With a soft growl, she wedged the dildo against the rosette of my ass and began to push. Past the tight ring of muscle, inch by glorious inch, until finally the base of the dildo bottomed out against my taint.
“Holy fucking shit, baby.”
I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of sensations. The six inches of silicone pressing against my prostrate, her hand wrapped around my cock, her lips peppering my torso. It was almost too much.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I nodded. “More.”
It was a race to the finish after that. Her hips pistoned against me, driving the dildo in and out of my ass with each punishing thrust. My grip on her hip turned bruising when she surged inside me again, this time hitting that spot that was sure to drive any guy wild.
“I’m not going to last, angel.”
That was an understatement. I could barely breathe.
“Come for me, Jared.” She bent over me, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand while jerking me off with the other. “Come all over me.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
I tightened my hand around hers and gave my cock a few final tugs, working it from root to tip until my release rocketed out of me. The first spurt of cum landed between her tits. The next painted her lips. Nessa rode me through wave after wave of my orgasm, all the while letting me paint her body with my cum.
My eyes closed on a groan when she slicked a finger down her nipples and smeared her release into her skin. She wore me well.She wore me out, too.All the stress from today seemed to melt away just like that. All thoughts of my dad or the team or the World Championship Series, long forgotten.
Nothing else mattered except here and this and us.
Her teeth nipped at the curve where my neck met my shoulder. “Still with me, baseball boy?” She kissed the underside of my jaw.
I turned my head, needing to feel her lips on mine. “Absofuckinglutely,” I whispered into her mouth.
That night, we both slept like the dead. And we didn’t wake up until the alarm went off at nine the next morning.
Nessa
It was still dark outside—that was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. The second was that I needed to pee.
Just as soon as I could dislodge Jared’s octopus arms wrapped around my body, which was easier said than done.Jared Pink was a world-class, code green—because there wasn’t a red flag in his arsenal—cuddler. He craved physical touch, be it my hand in his hair or my head draped across his chest, and whined like a toddler when he didn’t get it.
I had never been so touched, so thoroughlylovedin my life, though that was a word we hadn’t navigated just yet.
I carefully extricated myself from his hold and rolled to the edge of the bed. My lips kicked up to one side when he reached out, searching for me in his sleep. The poor guy had passed out cold the second his head had hit the pillow. That hadn’t stopped him from waking me up a few hours later with his lips wrapped around my clit. His playoffs beard was coming in nicely, and I had the beard burn between my thighs to prove it.
The Roasters had played their second Championship Series game earlier today and sadly, they were now zero for two. Their next two games would be played on the road, and as much as I wanted to be there, I had the rest of the festival to think about. Jared understood, but that didn’t make me feel any less guilty.
I stumbled out of his bedroom and down the hall toward the guest bathroom. Normally, I would have just used Jared’s attached en suite, but I didn’t have the heart to wake him up.
After I did my business and washed my hands, I opened the door and ran face-first into a hard, hairy chest that did not belong to Jared—or Dani. There was no stopping the scream that ripped out of me.
“Fuck,” the stranger roared. His large body crashed back against the wall, knocking several framed photos to the floor.
