Page 117 of Fair Catch

And the entire time, all I can think is…

I love you.

My fingers tremble inside him, and I quickly pull them free. Emotions clog my throat as I grab the lube again, rolling to my back and dousing my cock with the cool liquid.

Soft pants spill from Kason’s lips while he watches me stroke myself from root to tip, his nostrils flaring with lust and desire. And it’s almost like he crawls inside my brain, knowing exactly what I’m wanting when he slowly climbs over top of me, his thighs bracketing mine.

“Ride me, baby,” I whisper, lining myself up with his hole, the head pressed against the tight ring of muscle. “Fuck yourself on my cock while I watch.”

His teeth sink into his lower lip as he lowers himself with a smooth drop of his hips, my crown breaching his rim drawing gasps from us both. Two midnight forests stare down at me as he adjusts to my cock’s sudden intrusion, neither of us breathing, let alone moving, once I’m fully seated inside him.

My chest tightens, my stomach twisting itself into knots of love and lust while he shifts his pelvis, lifting up before impaling himself on my length again, testing the waters.

It’s torture and bliss all wrapped into one, watching him use my body for his pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me, just like that. I got you.”

The praise falls from me without thought, and my hand reaches for him, wrapping around his shaft and giving him a leisurely stroke. I roll my fist over the head of his cock, playing with that sensitive spot below the head, and a long, low moan leaves him.

“Fuck, Hayes,” he moans, and my God, there will never be a day in this lifetime where I don’t love the sound of my name on his lips.

His jaw tics with effort as he starts moving faster, fucking himself on my cock at a pace that I match with my hand. The free one anchors on his hip, using it to guide him up and down on my length.

It’s not long before I’m taking over completely, both hands locked on his waist while my hips snap up into him from below. His body weight drops forward when I do, his mouth inches from mine now, and the new angle has me swiping over his prostate with every thrust, drawing breathy moans from him.

Both of us pant and gasp for air, his fingers weaving through my hair and anchoring there while we move together, synchronized down to the molecular level.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” I whisper, my gaze lifting to his.

“Kiss me,” he pleads, fingers tightening to the point of pain. “Kiss me, Hayes. Please, just kiss me and—”

I steal the words off his lips, swallowing them whole at the sound of his voice cracking like a sheet of glass.

Our movements are quick and brutal after that, both of us chasing the high that comes from the fall. Kason’s ass clamps around me, and from the ragged pants he makes against my lips, he’s right there, teetering on the edge.

All he needs is to let go.

“Come, baby,” I rasp, driving into him like a madman. “Come for me.”

Kason’s cock twitches in his palm, and I watch in rapture as his release spills onto my torso. It coats my stomach and chest in white hot liquid, branding me with his essence.

Claiming me as much as I claim him.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking perfect,” I rasp, my hand moving up to the back of his neck.

The other moves too, gripping his waist, and I flip our positions. His back hits the mattress while my cock remains buried to the hilt, and I take over where he left off. My pace is rough and relentless, my hips pistoning in and out without any rhythm or reason. The only thing I’m thinking of is release.

Of falling off the cliff, tangled in each other.

My forehead drops to his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the pulse that might as well be my own, and I whisper against his skin.

“You’re so tight, baby. So perfect. So fucking mine.”

His fingers slide into my hair, holding me against him before uttering one, heart-stopping word.

“Always.”

And that’s all it takes.

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