Page 104 of Fair Catch

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at my lips. “I want inside you. Right fucking now.”

He wouldn’t have to say anything for me to know that. It’s obvious from the way he’s rocking and sliding between my ass cheeks; rutting into me at a haphazard pace that’s driving me crazy.

Because I want more. More of all of this. Of everything he’s doing to me. The blistering kisses and his scorching touch…it’s absolute perfection.

But fuck, it’s not nearly enough.

“Believe me, I’d love nothing more. But there’s just one problem.” I gasp, the sound quickly turning to a moan when he pinches the head of my dick, then rubs the sensitive nerve underneath.

“What problem?”

Fucking God, his touch has deduced me to two brain cells, and it takes all my willpower to rub them together and speak a coherent sentence.

“We don’t have lube,” I pant, my balls now seizing with desire. “And there’s no fucking way we’re using body wash.”

His response is immediate. “Oh, so butter is fine, but you draw the line at body wash?”

“I’m serious.”

Hayes lets out a chuckle, the heat of his breath coasting over my already sizzling skin. “I know, baby. I’m not a complete animal. I was going to suggest conditioner.”

I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep quiet. He, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to care about noise, because he jumps out of the shower and starts making a racket in the bathroom, slamming cabinets and drawers like he owns the place.

“What are youdoing?” I hiss, peeking my head out just in time to see him coming back with— “Where did you find lube?”

“Under the sink.” Hayes steps back under the spray and pops the cap open, squeezing some on his fingers. “You forget I lived with Quinton for three years? There’s probably a bottle of lube hidden in every room in this place.”

“Small mercies,” I murmur with a grin.

“Exactly. Now, turn around and bend over.”

Immediately following his command, I spin and step out from beneath the water, pressing my palms to the shower wall. A low chuckle leaves him at my enthusiasm, but damn, I can’t help it. I’m addicted to the feel of him inside me; owning me, claiming me.

Every time we’ve been together, it’s better than the last, and I can only assume it’s because it’s as fun as it is sensual. We can laugh and smile and not take ourselves too seriously.

The lack of awkwardness or judgment makes it easy not to worry.

And I can’t get enough.

“Someone’s eager,” he murmurs, his lube-covered fingers sliding up my crease and swirling around my rim. “It’d be funny if it wasn’t so fucking sexy to see how much you want my dick inside you.”

“Then why don’t you quit talking and make it happen?” I ask, glancing at him over my shoulder.

He smirks at my sass at the same time he presses two fingers past the tight ring of muscle, causing me to gasp. I spread my feet further apart and bend at the waist, allowing the digits to sink in even deeper. The stretch is delicious, and it only takes a few thrusts for me to start pushing back into his hand.

But before I can even get him to swipe over my prostate, he pulls from my body, and I let out a frustrated groan.

“Hayes,” I hiss, my forehead dropping to the tile.

A soft chuckle comes from behind. “Your next lesson is gonna be in patience.”

“Fine, but we can save that for next time,” I snap, glaring over my shoulder.

That’s when I find him spreading lube up and down his length, slowly stroking his cock while he stares at me bent over in front of him.

Oh.

He smirks, eyes full of sinful promises when our gazes collide. “Are you done with the snark, or do I need to fuck it out of you?”

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