Page 113 of Caught Stealing

“How do you want me?” I pant into his lips when I break away for air. “Because I’m dying here, Nix.”

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” he muses, lips traveling the length of my jaw before reaching my ear. “You ever think about that?”

“You’re far more demented than I realized if that’s true.”

“In that case…” A filthy grin pulls at his lips, and I think he’s about to continue with his torment when he whispers, “On all fours, ass up.”

I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast in my goddamn life, flipping over in front of him so my knees and elbows are pressed into the mattress.

A low groan leaves him as his hand pushes down on my back where I’m donning his number.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers before a lone finger trails down my crease. “You’ve never looked better in your life. Ass in the air, my number on your back. It’s a sight dreams are made of.”

I bite my lip to keep from grinning when I look over my shoulder at him. The primal heat in his gaze is incinerating as he drags it over my body, leaving no inch untouched by it.

It didn’t take long to learn that fucking me from behind is Phoenix’s favorite position, and there’s no doubt it’s one of mine too. The way his cock fills me, sliding in impossibly deep with every thrust, is something I’ve begun to crave. Same with his fingers, which is precisely what I’m anticipating when his hands part my ass after he slides between my parted knees.

So when I’m greeted with the warm swipe of his tongue down my crease instead, I can’t help but lurch forward. Mostly because I had no idea this was on the table for him. But hell if I’m about to try and stop it. Not when I’m in straight-up filthy heaven as he takes another languid pass over my puckered rim.

His grip on my ass tightens as he continues lapping at me, drawing out a tortured groan from deep within my chest.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, fisting the sheets in my palm as my forehead drops to the mattress.

I feel him fucking everywhere.

His tongue trails down over my taint, causing my body to break out in goosebumps before he circles my rim again with the tip. One of his hands reaches between my legs and wraps around my cock, giving me a firm stroke that, paired with his talented tongue, has me primed and ready.

“Need you, Nix. Please,” I pant, and I don’t care if I’m begging. There’s the teasing kind of torment, and then there’s pure torture, and what he’s doing to my body is edging toward the latter.

All I get in response is a low hum before his mouth moves to one cheek, where he nips at my flesh. Then he sinks his teeth into my skin, hard enough to leave a mark this time, only to soothe the bite with gentle swipes of his tongue before moving back to my hole.

His hand moves quicker around my length now, jacking me while he continues exploring every intimate inch of me, and it’s like my entire body has been lit on fire. Engulfed in flames, incinerated on the spot.

It’s not long before I’m rocking with his ministrations, pressing back against his face before rutting forward into his hand. The friction is everything I need, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to impending bliss.

“Fuck, Nix. I…I—”

“Don’t come,” he demands, his hand working the sensitive crown of my cock. “Not until I’m buried inside you.”

A shudder has me trembling where I kneel before him, and I don’t think there’s a chance in hell of me holding on until then. “Then you better get to it, because I can’t—”

“You can, and you will.” His voice is raspy, tainted with hunger and desire. “After all, you want to make me happy, don’t you?”

More than fucking anything.

Something I think he’s all too aware of. Knowledge he’s using to his advantage now as he continues with more wicked, languid swipes of his tongue. Saliva drips down my crease and over my taint, and it sends a bolt of lust zipping straight to my cock.

I groan again, my release lingering right there. All he has to do is press against my prostate one time, and I’ll shatter into a million pieces.

“I want you happy, but not at the cost of my own sanity, baby. And you’re driving me straight to the brink of it right now.”

A dark chuckle leaves his lips, vibrating against my skin before he finally has mercy on me.

“On your back,” he murmurs, the quiet huskiness of his command sending another wave of goosebumps rising across my body.

I flip quickly; my eyes fixated on his sculpted ass while he searches through his duffel for—

“Should I be concerned about you carrying lube to an away game?” I muse, wrapping my fist around my length and stroking.

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