Page 93 of Fair Catch

Goddamn.

There’s no doubt in my mind, the filthy promises that fall from Hayes Lancaster’s lips will be the death of me.

Thankfully, he takes mercy on me, spreading me wider before methodically adding more lube to my crease. His gaze lifts to mine when he finishes, assessing my features.

“You’re still okay going bare?”

I nod, another zing of anticipation going through me. We’ve both been tested and cleared, and since this thing between us is exclusive, I don’t wanna feel a damn thing but him the first time he’s inside. Or anytime after, for that matter.

Permission granted, he douses his length with the liquid, spreading it down his shaft before settling between my thighs again. I feel him at my crease seconds later, the cool lube swiping up and down over my rim as he rubs his crown against it.

His eyes are equal parts worry and lust, like they seem to be every time we tackle a new step, and he wets his lower lip.

“Tell me if you need me to stop or if it’s too much, okay?”

And just like I do every time, I nod in assurance, still finding it a little ironic that he’s more nervous about all my firsts than I am.

Then again, it just shows he actually cares, even if he doesn’t say it in that many words.

Pressing his hips forward, I brace myself for the burn I’ve grown accustomed to. It’s slight at first, paired with the pressure of his cock stretching past my rim, and I breathe through my nose while my body adjusts.

“Good?” he asks, his voice coming out a little strained.

I nod, my jaw clenching in effort. He takes that as permission to continue, drawing his hips back ever so slightly and pressing in deeper. The burn intensifies as he slides further into me, more discomfort than pain that eases again when he pulls back a second time.

It’s not until the third thrust, when his hips land flush against my ass that the bite of pain hits. I feel fuller than I thought possible—like I might burst at the seams. And it’s the strangest kind of pleasure I’ve ever experienced, stealing all the oxygen from my lungs.

“Holyfuckingchristonacracker,” I hiss, my fingertips digging into his waist hard enough, it’ll likely bruise.

Hayes stays completely still, apart from raining kiss after kiss across my jaw and throat, allowing my body time to adjust from his intrusion. Slipping one hand between us, he wraps his palm around my cock and starts stroking it ever so slowly.

“Breathe, baby,” he coaxes before brushing a kiss on my lips. “Breathe and try to relax for me. Focus on my hand.”

I follow his request, drawing in a large gasp of air and fixate on the way his hand feels jacking my length. And it works. It doesn’t take long for the burning to subside, replaced with pleasure as pre-cum leaks from my tip that he’s quick to gather and spread down my shaft.

“That’s it, Kase. That’s perfect.” He whispers his praise before stealing a kiss. “I’m gonna start moving now. Just tell me if it’s too much.”

Nodding, I brace myself for the burning to return, yet it never does. It remains in the background as he slowly pulls back and thrusts in again, and after a couple minutes, it’s gone entirely.

All that’s left is mind-numbing pleasure, and I quickly lose myself in it. In the way his hand torments my cock, his thumb rolling over the bundle of nerves below the head. Or the steady pistoning of his hips as he impales me with his dick.

It’s torture. It’s bliss.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

“Don’t stop,” I pant, my head thrown back against the mattress while he drives into me with long, measured thrusts that have sharp pangs of lust zipping through me like lightning.

Pressing a quick kiss to my jaw, he murmurs, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

True to his word, Hayes makes no sign of letting up, and it doesn’t take long for me to start moving with him. With every thrust, I meet him halfway, our bodies colliding together while we chase a high like no other.

In fact, I can feel myself right there already, teetering on the edge of climax when Hayes lights me up from the inside out, the head of his cock swiping over my prostate.

“Fuck, Hayes. Keep doing that,” I plead, my hands tracing down his back until I reach the tight globes of his ass. “I’m so fucking close.”

Hayes’ hips piston forward at a relentless pace now, and after adjusting the angle, he nails my prostate with every thrust now. Every cell in my body is on fire, craving the release he’s promising.

“Jack yourself. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone. When you’re thinking of me.”

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