Page 71 of Fair Catch

More than anything, I wanna taste him.

Humming around his shaft at the thought, I move as quickly as I dare, stoking the flames of lust inside him until his fingers tighten in my hair all over again, attempting to hold onto his control. But it’s slipping; I can tell from the way his hips are moving of their own accord now, going a little deeper than before. Seeking more of what my mouth is giving him.

“Shit, shit,shit,baby. I…I—”

His words die on his tongue and he rips me off his cock before yanking me back to my feet, the harshness and brutality in his touch turning me on even more than I already was.

“Bed,” he rasps.

I’m on my back before I realize what’s happening, Hayes’ body blanketing mine as his mouth steals a searing kiss. Our hips roll against each other, hands traveling each other’s bodies frantically, touching as much bare skin as we can find.

The only time he breaks away from me is to produce a bottle of lube seemingly out of nowhere, popping the cap and squirting some into his palm. My eyes take him in, panting harshly while he spreads it down his length, and for the briefest fucking second, I wonder—

“No home runs,” he reminds me, as if reading my mind.

A little smirk crosses his face when his body covers mine again, leaning up on one elbow while still stroking his dick with the other. It’s only when he wraps his palm around my aching length too that I realize what’s about to happen.

The feel of his dick rubbing and bumping against mine as he strokes us together has my stomach tightening with a need I’ve never felt before. My toes curl against the mattress as I fuck up into his fist, my teeth sinking into my inner cheek to keep from moaning like a goddamn fool.

“Don’t be shy. Let it out,” Hayes murmurs, his head dipping to pepper kisses over my neck and jaw. “I wanna know how good I’m making you feel.”

Jesus.

There’s something about the way he whispers these things in my ear that just make it impossible to resist. I can’t stop myself from being pulled under the intoxication of his praises or his commands, and though I know it could makes things really fucking messy, I don’t really want to either.

I draw in a gasp when his crown rubs against mine in a way that gives me a spine-tingling shiver, and I find him leaning back to smirk at me.

“You like that, don’t you? Playing with the tip?” he asks, angling his hips to make our heads bump together again. When it elicits the same reaction, he grins some more. “I love how responsive you are, baby. This is gonna be so much fun.”

There’s not a doubt in my mind, especially when his fist rolls over our crowns, spreading both our precum down our shafts, mixing with the lube. He does it again, circling the heads before pressing the nerve below it, and my eyes damn near roll back in my head.

“Oh, fuck, Hayes,” I pant, my dick aching now; throbbing with the need to find release. Eyes falling closed, I lose myself in his touch, my fingers clamping around his shoulder. “Kiss me. Please.”

His mouth is on mine seconds later, swallowing down my moans, drinking them like a man dying of thirst. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, curling there as he sinks his teeth into my lower lip, tugging on the flesh and then soothing it with his tongue while his fist shuttles furiously over our dicks.

It’s all too much. His tongue against mine, his fingers wrapped around us, the press of his bodyweight over me, and I find myself falling off the cliff before I even know it’s happening.

Cum spills from my cock, coating my stomach and his hand with release. It doesn’t so much as faze him, though, and he spreads it down our lengths and continues stroking us to high heaven.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses, chasing his own orgasm as my just starts to subside. And then it hits him like a freight train, his own cum joining mine on my chest and stomach.

He’s panting and breathless as he drops down, his forehead resting in the crook of my neck. The two of us are quiet for a moment, settling into the orgasm high while we wait for our rampant heart rates to subside.

“You’re a really quick study,” he murmurs against my throat before letting out a soft chuckle.

I pull away to look at him as best I can, which is pretty impossible when he’s lying on top of me like he’s as light as a feather instead of a six-foot-plus dude.

“I don’t know if I should be offended that you sound surprised or glad you were impressed.”

He laughs again, his breath soft and warm against my skin. “The second. Definitely the second.”

Part of me still isn’t convinced, but I decide to let it slide.

“Speaking of second…what base was that, exactly?”

He snorts and pulls back, his eyes finding mine. “Let’s call it somewhere between second and third. I’m not giving you a triple until you’ve tasted my cum.”

I grin, not at all put off by that idea. “At this rate, we’ll be hitting home runs in no time.”

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