I somehow manage to get myself out of my skin-tight jeans—notconducive for sex—and grab the lube and a condom from his nightstand.
I turn around to toss the items on the bed—and there’s Shane’s ass, dead-center on his bed, high in the air, and the tease is shaking it at me. Which would be all well and good, but my arm falters during my toss, and the lube hits him square in the right asscheek.
He jumps and slaps a hand over the spot. “Shit!Ouch.”
I scramble onto the bed. “Fuck. Sorry, Shane.” I bat his hand out of the way and kiss the red mark. “Are you okay? You can’t wave this thing around like that. It’s too distracting.”
“Yeah, remind me to keep my ass out of view on the field. Who knows what kind of harm your throws will cause.”
I kiss up to his lower back. “Your ass does look damn fine in those tight baseball pants. What’d you do, buy a pair one size too small just to torture me?”
“It wasn’t for your benefit, but maybe something like that.”
I frown, then lift off him and give his right cheek a playful smack. He jerks and his head whips around, our gazes clashing.
I lift a brow. “Wrong answer.”
His lips hook up in a half-smile. “Obviously, it was only for you.” He wiggles his ass. “It’s not like I’m an attention whore who wants everyone admiring me or anything.”
I chuckle, but it’s forced in order to cover the way my heart squeezes in my chest. Because despite the light-hearted tone, I know he means the words. This man, wholights up my entire world, thinks he’s inadequate. Thinks the only way the world will want him is if he’s all smiles and fun times. I despise his father. I despise the fact that the bastard broke this remarkable person in front of me so severely that he can’t see himself for what he truly is: unmatched.
I’m not sure there’s anything I could do to prove it to him either. It’s not something I can fix for him. It’s something that can only come from him. But I can be a temporary balm. Treat the symptoms, but not the wound itself. It’s the best I can offer.
I reach around him and wrap my fingers around his hard cock. “The world’s a fortunate place, that it gets to lay its eyes on you.”
His forehead drops to the mattress, and he shudders.
“You’re a gift,” I whisper between pressing kisses to his back as I stroke him. I trail my tongue up his spine. “Life is brighter for having you in it.”
I grab the lube and stand on my knees behind him. He bends even more, his pert ass high and exposed to me, back curved in the prettiest arch. I uncap the lube and drizzle some over his crease. I know how much he loves this part. The moment lube drips down his ass, his body is aching to be breached. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who has embraced his sexual discovery with more enthusiasm. It’s so fucking Shane. He lives so loud. Everything he does, he gives 110%. It’s admirable. Enviable.
I slick the lube over him and easily sink one finger inside. We’ve done this enough times that his body knows what to expect, how to react. He’s such a quick study. Adaptable. Just like on the field. Before long, I’m two fingers deep in him.
“More,” he moans. “Don’t go easy on me, JJ. We both know what you’re packing.”
I slip in a third, and he stills. I wait. Let him breathe it out. As soon as his hole relaxes, I drizzle more lube and start working in a clockwork motion. He tries to press back against me, but I halt him with a palm to his back.
“Hold on, Sunshine. Let me stretch you a bit more before you start moving.”
He looks at me from under his arm, a question glinting back at me in those blue irises.
“It’s going to burn a bit, but it shouldn’t be painful.” I press down slowly until his eyes widen slightly. Then I freeze and wait a few seconds. Then go back to my fingers thrusting in and out of him, gently skimming over his prostate. “You see what I mean?”
His head bobs in a nod. “Yeah, it’s like stretching out a knotted muscle. Burns like fire, but then once it’s loosened, it’s bliss.”
“Exactly. Just breathe and open up for me, baby.”
He breathes slow and steady, his body melting with each breath. I alternate between the stretch and skimming his prostate until he’s loose around my three fingers. God, he’s gaping. As ready as he’ll ever be for me.
I sink back in until my fingers drift over his prostate, then I freeze. I want him so mindless with bliss that he swallows my dick. I slide over that pleasure-spot, massaging mercilessly. He jerks and shakes, choked cries bursting from him. He rocks back against me, demanding more, trying to bury my fingers inside him. A tortured moan vibrates through him.
“Yes, baby. That’s it.”
“Jed.”
His pleading whimper sinks into my skin. Heats my blood. Coils into my core.
“Need.” He's past coherent at this point. It’s now or never.
