Page 62 of Provoking the Punter

“As fun as that would be, I want you.”

“You can have me. I’m here at your mercy.” His fingers pressed into Chester’s glutes as if to draw him closer.

Chester gave in with a smile. He rocked his hips, dragging his cock against Garrett’s belly. “Is that what you want?”

Garrett closed his eyes. His teeth pressed into his lower lip as he moved, grinding against him. He shook his head. “No.”

Chester licked a line up Garrett’s throat and whispered in his ear. “What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.” Garrett opened his eyes. “You still want to?”

“Yeah, I want to.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d topped. It had been before Michael. “And I know you want to rush.”

Garrett laughed. “I am trying not to. But I’ve been waiting… Ever since you ate my ass, that’s all I can think about.”

“I thought you were worried about getting into those tight gold pants.”

“I think the incentive helped.”

Chester shifted against him. “Just doing my bit for the team.”

“Mmm… I don’t think I’ll tell anyone about my extra training.” He meant the sex, but it was another reminder that all of this was a secret. It shouldn’t be. He should’ve been able to say who he was going home with.

Chester lifted off him and grabbed the condom and lube from the bedside table. “Get on your knees.”

“My knees?”

“It’ll be easier for you.”

Garrett had propped himself up on one elbow. “I can’t kiss you or watch you if I’m on my knees… and it… it’s kind of impersonal.”

“One too many hookups where you never saw their face?”

Garrett gave a sharp jerk of his head.

“Well, you would look glorious riding my dick, but I don’t think you’re quite there.” He ripped open the condom packet and rolled it on. “Lie on your back and shove a pillow under your hips.”

If it had been a while for him, it had been longer for Garrett. And while Chester preferred to bottom most of the time, he did like topping as an option.

Garrett made himself comfortable. “Like this?”

Chester’s gaze skimmed over him, and it was far too easy to imagine Garrett in his bed on a permanent basis. He dropped the lube on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. “You need to tell me if it’s uncomfortable.”

“I will.”

“Uncomfortable for a normal human being, not uncomfortable for a football player.”

Garrett grinned. “I understand the difference between pain and discomfort.”

Chester considered him for a moment. As much as he was trying to go slow and give Garrett plenty of chances to tap out, or change his mind, at the end of the day, Garrett needed to make his own decisions, and Chester couldn’t make them for him. “Okay.”

He nudged Garrett’s legs apart, his hands brushing over the hair on his thighs, then higher to caress his sac. His fingers swept over Garrett’s hole, remembering how much he’d liked to be rimmed.

The idea of Garrett begging and squirming for more was very tempting.

“That’s an evil smile.”

Chester picked up the lube, slicking his fingers while Garrett watched. “I was wondering if I should wait until you’re begging again. Because I do like the sound of your desperate pleas.”

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