Page 81 of Fair Catch

Now that I have his attention, I continue working him over like he’s a sucker I just can’t get enough of, licking and sucking until his hips start moving with me. Every tiny thrust he makes up in my mouth has me wanting more, and I grab his thighs to readjust so I can take him deeper. All the way to the hilt.

I stay like that until his cock is leaking precum like a faucet, using my tongue and throat to drive him wild with need, all the while never taking my eyes off him. Watching him watch me is a filthy fantasy I never knew I had, and I can’t get enough of it.

But I’m greedy—fucking desperate—for more.

I want him to feel me everywhere.Make this a moment he’ll never scrub from his memory.

Knowing he’s gotta be damn close when his fingers squeeze my shoulder, I pull off him entirely, replacing my mouth with my palm. The sudden change of pace has him cursing under his breath and letting out a few rough pants.

“Why’d you stop? I was right there,” he whispers, all needy and full of lust.

“I wanna try something,” I murmur, stroking his length while waiting for an answer. “Do you trust me?”

His eyes are wild, brimming with need and desire as he nods.

Praise fucking Jesus.

His willingness to explore just might be the death of me.

“Scoot down a little,” I utter, my lips tugging in a smirk. “So your ass hangs off the seat.”

He does as I ask, a curiosity in his eyes as I push his pants the rest of the way to his ankles. A curiosity that only grows when I grab the discarded popcorn bucket.

Reaching into the bottom where all the remaining butter has pooled together in a nice, little puddle, I gather some on my middle and index fingers as best I can and bring the dripping liquid to his rim.

Kason watches what I’m doing with the butter intently, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I can see the worry on his face, but I also see the burning flames of lust too.

“Is that safe?”

“I honestly have no idea,” I whisper back. Logic says if we clean him up after, it should be okay, but the last thing I want is to pressure him. “We don’t have to—”

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” he murmurs, green eyes blazing in the glow of the screen as he nods in confirmation. “Do it.”

This guy.

He does something to me.

Something unexpected. Something confusing.

Something I can’t get enough of.

I stare at him, half in shock, the other half in awe, while he nods again, giving me permission to…butter his asshole. The thought has me stifling a laugh as I lift my fingers to his crease, spreading the liquid over his rim.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” he mutters, his head leaning back against the wall behind him.

“Honestly, me neither. But I love seeing your kinky side.” I swirl my fingertip around the tight ring of muscle another time before pressing in slightly. “Makes me wonder what else you’ll let me do to you.”

Kason hisses softly, his body fighting the intrusion.

“Relax. Let me in,” I whisper, easing my finger back out while still stroking his cock with my other hand.

Wetting his lips, he nods, breathing sharply through his nose when I slowly press into him again. He doesn’t fight it as bad the second time thanks to my thumb paying extra attention to the nerves beneath his crown.

It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m two knuckles deep, stretching him while he rocks his hips up into my waiting palm. Taking it as a sign to start working in a second finger, I play with his crown some more, letting him adjust to the widening intrusion.

“Good job, baby. That’s perfect,” I whisper, enamored by him. “You’re doing so good.”

God, forget horror movies. Watching him come undone is my new favorite form of entertainment, especially when it’s because of me.

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