“I want your ass, Sunshine. I want to show you what it’s like to have your prostate played with. How agonizingly euphoric it is to have it stroked over and over, to the point your cock is a weeping, throbbing mess, pleading to be touched.” He trails his knuckles down my neck. “If you’re lucky, I’ll even show you how you can come untouched. But I want to know if I’m in the clear to do so. Things can get messy. There’s no shame, but I also don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed.”
“O-h, yeah. Totally. A-all good back there. Did the whole shit-shower-shave routine before I left the clubhouse. The whole sha-bang. Or shit-bang, I suppose.”
Ohmygod, stop talking.
My eyes slam closed. My cheeks are on fire, and my voice sounds like I’ve just been gripped by the balls. But the embarrassment lasts all of three seconds because when I peek at Jed, he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me. I think my nervousness turns him on.
He runs a hand through my hair, his nails skating over my scalp. Goosebumps dot my skin, and I lean into it. My eyes flutter. Fuck, that feels nice. A thumb pad dusts over my cheek, and I manage to crack my eyes open.
His brown eyes trace every inch of my face. They’re so dark, like rustic wood stained with espresso.
“One night,” he murmurs.
Some of the warmth and buzzing dulls, but I nod. If one night is all I have, I’ll take it.
His thumb brushes over my cheek again. “You blush so pretty.”
My stomach flips over. “More,” I whisper. His brows knit. “I’m a fucking praise whore, Jed.More.”
He grins, and a breathy laugh escapes him. “Apologies. Oversight on my part. Obviously, you’d be a praise whore.”
“Damn fucking straight. I want to know how pretty you think I am.”
He grips either side of my face, and I still. Glinting dark irises hold me hostage.
“You far surpass pretty, Sunshine. And I hate it. I hate how I can’t look at you and ignore how fucking stunning you are. I’ve always been able to separate baseball and men. Getting involved with a teammate is a line I’ve sworn I would never cross. It would be a fucking mess. But here I am.” He swallows hard. “I can’t resist,” he whispers. “I’m breaking all my rules for you.”
His fingers feather over my cheeks. “For these cheeky dimples.” Over my lips. “This mile-wide smile.” His gaze meets mine. “Your too-blue eyes.” One hand slides behind my head to drift through my hair. Tugs. “These golden curls that just beg to be fisted.”
His fist tightens, stretching my neck open, and my mouth parts, a bolt of lust shooting straight to my dick.
“You know why I call you Sunshine?” He drags his mouth down the column of my neck, then back up. Hovers by my ear. “Because even when I close my eyes, I still see you. I can’tnot.”
Oh.Oh wow. My cock pulses, throbs painfully.
He drags his nose along mine. “Was that sufficient praise, Sunshine?”
I shiver. There’s something dark in his voice. Like, I better brace myself for what’s coming. “Yeah. We likedthat.” I grind my hips into him to show him just how much, and our dicks slip against each other. “A l-lot.” A moan slips out. Woah. That’s a sensation all right. I chase more of it, but he pulls away.
“You’re just as evil as I’ve always thought you were,” I pant. Or I try to. I’m not sure the words come out like English, just a pleasure-drunk slur.
He grabs a bottle of lube from his nightstand and coats his fingers. A rare grin flashes at me. “We’ll see if you’re still singing that same tune in a minute.”
Anticipation ripples over my skin.
He strokes me with his lube-free hand as his slicked fingers slide below my balls and press against my taint. A strangled moan falls from me as my dick throbs. Again. More. I reflexively cant my hips to get him closer to my hole. This is happening. Moments away from Jed Stone’s fingers in my ass. Woo baby.
“Have you done this before? To yourself?”
“A couple times.” It wasn’t anything to write home about. But I know it can be.
“Most important thing I need you to do is relax for me.”
I nod.
His fingers slip lower and circle my hole. I tense.
“Shane.”
