Page 80 of Fair Catch

Kason’s lips part the second my tongue brushes the seams, allowing mine to graze his in a coaxing taunt. His hand shifts, cradling the back of my head and adjusting the angle to deepen the kiss. A kiss I feeleverywhere.

The amount of desire I’m feeling is consuming, drowning me in a tidal wave of lust I don’t quite know how to navigate. Maybe because I’ve never felt it at this magnitude before.

My hand slips down his chest, skating over his taut stomach before stopping at his belt. With deft fingers, I quickly undo the buckle, flick open the button, and slide down the zipper of his jeans. To his credit, my movements don’t even faze him, his tongue too focused on battling mine about whose mouth it belongs in.

But the second my hand slides into his underwear, wrapping my palm around his shaft, he falters.

A hand immediately wraps around my wrist, halting my movements.

Breaking our kiss, I look into his eyes while not moving an inch. “Do you want me to stop?”

It would suck, but if that’s what he wants, I will. We can go back to watching the movie after I go to the bathroom and quickly relieve myself of the raging hard-on behind my zipper.

Kason’s teeth sink into his lower lip for a second, worrying the flesh before he finally shakes his head and releases my wrist, giving me the go-ahead to continue.

Grinning, my free hand reels him back in, wanting to sink my own teeth into that perfect lip myself while stroking his already thickening cock.

I jack his length in long, torturously slow strokes, being as languid with him as I want and matching the pace of our kiss. He doesn’t seem to be in a rush either, his free hand leisurely mapping up and down my thigh, squeezing it whenever I roll my fist around his crown.

I continue tormenting him like that, kissing him with bruising force, for what feels like hours. He’s leaking everywhere at this point, precum coating my palm and his shaft. It twitches in my hold, clearly seeking release while he pants and moans softly against my mouth before I greedily drink them down.

He wants to come, I can tell. But something’s stopping him from letting it happen.

“God, I wish we were at home. I want your mouth,” he whispers when he breaks the kiss, finally needing air. “I wanna feel it wrapped around me while I come down your throat.”

Shit.

My cock throbs in my pants at the filth in his words, having never heard it leave his lips like that before. Then again, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this turned on either.

Nipping at his lower lip, I soothe the bite with my tongue before replying, “That can be arranged, you know.”

The offer has him pulling back to look me dead in the eye. I can tell he’s trying to gauge my seriousness, his eyes tracing my features for any sort of joking mannerisms.

But he’s not gonna find any. I’m more than happy to drop down and give him what he wants, right here.

“There’s no way we won’t get caught,” he points out.

Quinton’s track record from high school certainly would differ, but I keep that to myself. Instead, I just slide off the seat and aim a grin at him.

“Stay quiet, and we won’t.”

Shifting to kneel between his legs, I press them further open to accommodate my shoulders.

“Hayes,” he whispers, and though my name comes out as a warning, when my gaze collides with his, all I see is a plea. The question is if he’s pleading for more…or for mercy.

Or maybe they’re actually the same thing, because he makes more room for me between his thighs while he quickly slides his pants and underwear down further.

“You have to be quiet,” I tell him again. “If you aren’t, I’ll have to stop.”

My mouth takes him in a second later, a sharp hiss leaving his lips when my tongue teases his crown, playing with the slit at the head before rolling it around the head completely. His dick twitches when I take him deeper, the warm, musky skin sliding over the flat of my tongue with ease.

It doesn’t take long for me to realize, I’m right. The idea that any one of these people could catch him with his cock in my mouth turns him on even more, the salty tang of his precum spreading over my tastebuds.

Kason does his best to keep silent, even has his eyes locked on the screen playing a movie he’s seen a thousand times, despite never having a view like this down at his feet.

That simply won’t do.

Ever so gently, I scrape my lower teeth along the underside of his shaft as I pull back, and it has him suppressing a gasp as best he can, covering it with a cough. His eyes flare when he looks down at me, and I smile around his length while I hold his gaze.

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