Page 114 of Serving Bunt

He stroked my cheek with his thumb before guiding me back down. This time, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard.

“Most of all,” he rasped, hips twitching, “I love that you’re mine.”

This time, he eased me off him completely. I blinked up at him, confused and a little dazed. That was until I saw the flesh-colored dildo in one hand and the bottle of lube in the other.

“How do you feel about fulfilling two fantasies in one?” he asked, his grin downright lethal.

“Fuck yes.”

My voice came out hoarse. Diaz’s eyes darkened with satisfaction.

He set the dildo and lube on the bed, then stood, pulling me up with him. His touch was efficient but tender as he stripped me out of my clothes. When I was finally naked, he stepped back and looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour.

“On the bed,” he ordered softly. “On your back.”

I climbed onto the mattress, my heart hammering. Diaz followed, settling between my spread thighs. He reached up and handed me . . .

A folder? My folder?

The one full of his old fanfics.

I took it, my brain still hazy. “I don’t—”

“Page seventeen,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Read it.”

“What?”

“Out loud. Don’t stop reading, no matter what I do.”

Understanding hit me like a freight train.

I took the folder with shaky hands. Before I had even turned to the correct page, Diaz leaned down and slicked his tongue over my dick in one smooth motion, swirling it around the tip like a goddamn ice cream cone.

“Jesus—” My head fell back against the pillow as wet heat engulfed me.

“Nope. Peter.”

I swallowed hard, fingers tightening on the binder. “You’re evil.”

“You love it,” he murmured, already slicking the dildo with lube.

“I love you.”

His eyes sparkled. “Read, tesoro.”

I flipped to the correct page with shaky hands and did as I was told. “The locker room was empty after practice, steam still curling from the showers.”

Diaz pressed two slick fingers against my hole and pushed inside me slowly, stretching me open. I gasped, hips twitching at the cool slide of lube and the familiar burn. He worked them in and out, curling them exactly right to brush my prostate while I struggled to keep going.

“Matty had barely stepped under the spray when strong hands grabbed his hips and—” My voice cracked as a third finger joined the first two. The cool slide of lube and the curl of Diaz’s fingers inside me made me want to scream. “F-fuck, Peter—”

“Keep going,” he growled, twisting his fingers deeper.

I swallowed hard.

“Diaz bit down on his shoulder, his breathing ragged as he pushed inside him in one thrust. ‘Been wanting this all fucking day,’ he growled.”

Diaz removed his fingers with a wet sound that should’ve embarrassed me. Instead, it only made me ache harder.