Page 62 of Fair Catch

“I wanna come on you,” he tells me, the fingers of his free hand leaving my shoulder and skating over my skin between the openings of my shirt. “Right here.”

Yes.

Yes, yes, fuck yes.

All I can do is nod a thousand times, one for eachyesrunning through my mind at the idea of Hayes marking me like that. It was something I didn’t think I’d want until now, being faced with the option.

But more than anything, I just wanna watch him.

Take in his every movement and feature, file it away for safekeeping. Just in case.

“Shit, baby,” Hayes hisses, his hand moving his shaft at hyperspeed now. “If you keep looking at me like that…” Shaking his head, a harsh laugh leaving him. “God, I’m not gonna last.”

The only thing I can think isgoodas I grab the back of his neck and drag his lips back to mine, kissing him like he’s the very essence my body needs to survive.

Our bodies continue rocking and moving together while our tongues tangle, climbing toward release, using each other to get there. My grip on his ass and hips has to be near-painful now, but Hayes doesn’t seem to mind. He leans into it, giving it back to me in turn as the blunt ends of his fingers cling to my shoulder like an anchor.

“I…I—” I pant, unable to form coherent words as Hayes’ teeth sink into the taut muscle between my neck and shoulder, and the bite of pain has my own orgasm slamming into me out of nowhere. Cum jets out of my dick, filling my underwear and spreading around inside them as his ass continues bearing down on me as best it can.

Hayes finishes moments later, his tongue lapping at the teeth marks in my shoulder while his cum spills onto my chest and stomach. It pools on my heated skin, dripping down my torso while he works himself through his orgasm with rushed, stuttered movements.

My head collides with the back of the couch, lost in oblivion as I attempt to calm my erratic heartbeat. I pull him with me, his naked chest sticking to mine thanks to the cum.

But I don’t care.

“So, I might’ve stolen second. Unintentionally,” he muses, still slightly out of breath before pressing his lips to mine.

He could’ve stolen third too, and I don’t think I would’ve minded. Everything about what just happened was addictive and amazing and fucking…

Perfect.

He breaks the kiss, dropping his head to my shoulder and kissing the area he’d sank his teeth into, soothing the brutalized skin.

“That was…” I trail off, unable to put how I’m feeling into words. “Who needs sex? We could do that for the next six months and I’d be perfectly okay with it.”

Hayes laughs into the crook of my neck, all deep and raspy. “Trust me, once you start hitting doubles and triples, you’ll be singing a different tune.”

I have no doubt, and more importantly, I can’t freaking wait. But I don’t fail to notice he’s missing one very,veryimportant base.

“No home runs? Or is it just lack of baseball knowledge that’s making you leave those out?”

Hayes pulls back, surprise drawing his brows up. “When the time comes.”

“And when do you think that’s gonna be?” I hedge, both terrified and thrilled by whatever his answer will be.

A small smile pulls the corner of his mouth up in what might be the sexiest smirk of them all—or maybe it’s becauseI’mthe reason for those sinful lips being red and swollen.

“Let’s take it slow. Just at first. There’s no rush, you know?”

I know I can do slow. I’ve done slow my whole life.

Except after this? Learning the way Hayes is capable of making my body fucking sing beneath his touch? Knowing how it feels to fall apart at his hands?

I don’t think Iwantto go slow.

Hesitating, I ask, “Are we going slow for like a demi reason, or…”

I earn another laugh with that, and it does something stupid to my stomach, sending the butterflies in a lurch all over again.

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