Page 82 of Fair Catch

In no time, he’s taking over the pace, matching me thrust for thrust. Both of my fingers are fully seated inside him now, buried to the hilt as he attempts to fuck himself on the digits, all while keeping as quiet as he can.

But when I curl them upward, applying the perfect amount of pressure to his prostate, a low moan slips past his lips.

My lips quiver, as I coax him back to silence. “We don’t want everyone in here to know you’re letting me finger-fuck your ass with popcorn butter, do we? You gotta be quiet.”

Lifting his fist to his mouth, he bites down on his flesh to muffle the sound of his moans.

Grinning, I lean forward to take him in my mouth again, whispering, “Just tap my shoulder if it gets to be too much, okay?”

With another silent nod from him, my lips wrap around his crown with a gentle suck before taking him all the way to the back of my throat in a single go. Ready to truly bring out my A-game, I move over his cock in time with my fingers, swirling my tongue around the crown at the same time I brush over his prostate. Each thrust and suck has him getting closer and closer to the edge than he was before, and it doesn’t take long for him to start rocking his hips with me. Back on my fingers, then up between my waiting lips.

We work in tandem, creating a rhythm that starts out smooth, but rapidly becomes more haphazard and frenzied. Kason’s hands bury themselves in my hair, tugging and yanking the wavy strands as I continue tormenting him with my mouth and fingers.

“I’m gonna come, Hayes,” he says with a whimper before biting down on his fist again. “I’m really fucking close.”

Nodding, I take a deep breath and hollow my cheeks, allowing him to slide to the back of my throat. Kason’s fingers have a painful grip on my skull now, and I’m pretty sure he’s pulled out some hair too, but I don’t care. The only thing on my mind is pushing him over the edge.

With my mouth, with my fingers.

With everything I have.

I swallow around him, the constricting sensation around his length and the perfect pressure to that little pleasure button causing him to finally find release. A choked moan leaves him, both his hands in my hair now as he holds me down on his cock and spills down the back of my throat.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, panting heavily as I drink down his cum like it’s my favorite movie slurpee—which now, it honestly might be.

I keep rubbing my fingers against his prostate, prolonging his orgasm as much as I can, enjoying every drop of salty tang that hits my tongue. Even after he’s long since finished and I’ve pulled my fingers from his ass, I continue swirling my tongue over his skin in search of any remnants I might’ve missed.

It’s only when I know he’s been thoroughly licked and sucked clean that I release his now softening cock and look at him with lust-filled eyes.

“I think you missed a spot,” he whispers, humor in his eyes.

I’m well aware he’s making a joke, poking fun at how long I’ve taken to clean him up. But little does he realize, he’s right.

I did miss a spot.

“Shoot, my bad. I’ll get it right now,” I tell him with a devious grin.

Grabbing his outer thighs, I pull his ass further off the theater seat and shift my body lower to the ground, making my best attempt at a good angle to get the one part of him that hasn’t been cleaned up.

“Hayes, what are you—”

The question dies on his lips when my tongue swipes over his puckered rim, gathering the remnants of butter still lingering there.

“How many licks does it take to get butter off a booty hole?” I muse, lapping at his hole a few more times before he fists his fingers in my hair and yanks me away.

His eyes are a forest lit ablaze when my gaze meets his and he dryly mutters, “The world may never know.”

Grinning, I move out from between his legs and slide back up into my seat.

“Someone’s being a spoilsport,” I whisper, tucking my straining erection up in my waistband. “I was just trying to clean you up.”

“And you can,” he mutters back, his head cocking to the side. “At home. In the shower. Privately.”

I’ll never be one to turn down a naked and sudsy Kason. Just the thought alone has my already swollen cock aching even more.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Fuller. I’ll make sure you pay up.”

“It was more of a demand, actually.” His gaze dances between my eyes and mouth. “You ready to get outta here? I feel like I owe you an orgasm.”

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