Page 40 of The Brotherly Shove

"Not necessary. I've got the all clear."

"Me too," he says as he pours more lube into his hand. I watch with reverence as he slicks himself up. I spread my thighs further, making room for him between them. I might have joked and called him chicken legs earlier, but there is absolutely nothing small about Breaker's tree trunk thighs.

He leans forward over me, pressing his chest down against mine as I feel him nudge at my entrance.

"Are you ready, Len?"

"Yes," I sigh, and then he's pushing in. Even with how well he took care of me to get me ready for him, the feel of the head of his cock breaching my ring of muscle has me clawing at him, groaning at the uncomfortable newness of it all.

"I know, honey. I know. You're doing so well. I'm going to go slow, okay? I'm going to move slow and you're going to be okay, okay?" he chants his praises like prayers against my lips as he follows through on his promise, moving devastatingly slow, centimeter by centimeter until he's fully seated and I'm impossibly full.

The two of us are suspended in time, our closeness pulling us taut and tight like guitar strings. The burn of being filled begins to subside as pleasure and need and want take over me all at once. My cock thickens back up, pressing hard between our stomachs and I start to squirm.

"Breaker, move baby, please. I need you to move," I can hear the pathetic desperation in my own voice, but I don't care. I am desperate. I need him, want him. He is essential to my survival. His breath is shaky as he answers me.

"There's no way I'm going to last, Len. It's too good. You feel too fucking good." Despite his words, he starts to rock his hips, and I gasp when the tip of him brushes my prostate. It's so much better than just his fingers, and my thighs quake in the aftermath.

"There's no way I'm lasting either, baby. Not with you teasing my spot like that. So please, please fuck me. Make us come, Breaker. Please."

That gets him going and he starts fucking in earnest. It's not hard or rough, but it's not slow and timid either. Pleasure pricks at my skin from my toes to the top of my head, and the friction of his abs brushing my dick as he moves inside of me is incredible but not enough.

"I need," I gasp, moaning in time with his perfect strokes. "I need to touch myself. It's too much."

He's pushing up off of me and helping me draw my knees up before I can finish my sentence. I reach for myself, but he beats me there, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

"I'm so close, honey. Right there. Come for me, let me feel it."

His words are the spark that ignites my orgasm, and I cry out as my release washes over me. I'm a gasping, panting mess, clawing at Breaker's forearms as he strokes me through it. Tears start to pool in my eyes and slide down my cheeks, proof that my body needs so much release from the tight string of pleasure Breaker has given us. Somewhere in the haze I can hear him speaking, telling me how gorgeous I am and how close he is, and then I feel him tense.

His orgasm fills me in a strange, tingly, addicting way, and he falls against my chest as he finishes. His sweat slicked forehead fits mine, and I can't keep my hands off of him. I grab his cheeks and kiss him over and over and over again.

"Thank you," he squeaks out between pecks. "I love you. I love you. God, I love you."

He chants those three words to me again and again as we catch our breath, and I return them right back to him.

After we've cleaned up, repeating ourI love you's between soft kisses and gentle caresses, we fall back into bed.

Breaker is asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, so I snuggle up behind him.

I'm not even surprised when the happy tears start to well in my eyes. I'm overwhelmed by every single positive emotion a man can feel. How could I not be when I have my life, my love, my everything warm and safe in my arms?

CHAPTER 25

LENNON

Now

Santa Clara, California

A bright beam of sunshine bursts it's way through the cracks in my curtains, beaning me right in the eyeball, and I curse myself for not having the foresight to make sure the stupid curtains were big enough to cover the whole damn window before I bought it.

I mean who knew there were even different sizes of windows? There should be one regulation window size that all curtains cover up perfectly so no one ever has to wake up with a blazing inferno of raging hot sun gas poking them in their retinas.

I groan somewhere low in my throat and try to pull the blanket up to cover my eyes, but there is no give. The parts that cover me only make it up to my lower body, while the rest of the blanket is covering Breaker. Most of it is tangled between his legs. My sweet little covers hog is lucky that my body is a furnace and I usually end up shirking the blankets off of myself in the middle of the night anyway.

I smile down at where Breaker is curled into my chest, the offending sunbeam long forgotten as I watch his body rise and fall with slow, sleepy breaths. His lips are slightly parted, granting my ears the sweet sound of his soft sighs as he breathes. I run my fingertips over his cheeks, his warmth an inviting welcome despite my naturally hot body temperature. He stirs, and I hold my breath, hoping I didn't wake him. Coach granted us a Victory Monday for our win last night. It's nice because we can all relax without needing to come into the facilities and work out or pore over game tapes. It's a rare thing for us to be able to sleep in during the season, so I want Breaker to enjoy this lazy morning for as long as he can.

Unfortunately for me, once I'm up, I'm up. So it looks like I will be laying here with my man cuddling peacefully into my side until he's ready to wake up and face the day.

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