Page 92 of Fair Catch

The only person I can picture as my first is Hayes.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks, dropping his keys on the counter. The sound echoes through the otherwise silent apartment like a gunshot, and it has my heart hammering in my chest.

But not out of fear. Out of anticipation.

Nodding, I step closer and wrap my hand around the back of his neck. I don’t kiss him, though. Instead, I just tilt his chin up the tiniest fraction, forcing his sapphire gaze to collide with mine.

“I want you, Hayes. More than anyone or anything else.”

His eyes remain locked with mine, as assessing and analytical as ever, and I can see the questions in them, running rampant in his brilliant mind. And it’s ironic, because there was a time when I swore I’d never get a read on the guy—or would read him wrong entirely.

Now I can read his expressions as easily as I could my favorite novel.

Right now, it’s all lust and worry.

“And how exactly do you want me?” he finally asks, breaking the unbearable silence.

“Inside me, for one,” I murmur, leaning in and brushing my nose against his. “As for the location, I think a bed would suffice. And when it comes to the position…well, I’ll leave that to the more experienced of us to decide.”

I don’t let him overthink it after that, crashing my mouth to his. We stumble down the hallway, blindly searching for a door leading to a bed, not caring who it belongs to. Our hands grip at each other’s clothing, peeling and stripping the fabric free until we’re left in only our underwear.

Hayes’ tongue rolls against mine, teasing and taunting when we fall onto the mattress.

I love the way he takes control. How he’ll allow me to have the lead, set the pace, but then flip things on a dime. It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

My anticipation is at an all-time high when Hayes breaks away from me to grab the lube from his nightstand. His eyes stay locked on mine, gauging my features as he pops open the bottle and applies copious amounts to his fingers. Watching him multiplies the butterflies swarming in my stomach, heightening the thrill rushing through me as goosebumps pepper my skin.

Continuing to hold my gaze, he settles between my thighs and brushes his cool, lubricated finger down my crease. My nerve-endings are on high alert, desire setting my blood to a boil as he skillfully massages my rim before breaching the tight ring of muscle and sinking a long digit into me.

A tortured moan slips free, my ass bearing down as he slowly thrusts it in and out. He wastes no time, leaning in and carving a path down from my neck with his mouth, skating over my chest and stomach, until he finally reaches my dick. His free hand wraps around the base, and as he slowly slips a second finger inside me, he damn near swallows my length whole.

The dual sensation fills me with a burning lust that I’ve quickly grown addicted to.

“Oh, shit,” I mutter, arching into his touch as his talented tongue lavishes my cock with attention. His fingers slowly pump in and out of me, swiping over my prostate on the down thrust.

I look down in time to catch him smiling around my dick, and Jesus Christ, the sight is far sexier than it should be. No one should look that good with a cock in their mouth.

My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse beating uncontrollably in my throat as desire barrels through me, curling my toes. Anchoring my hands in his hair, I guide him up and down my length while working magic with the fingers inside me.

No more than a couple minutes with his mouth and hands on me, and I’m already a leaking, needy mess. A lit fuse, ready to explode.

But I only want that to happen with him seated fully inside me.

“More, Hayes. Please,” I pant, not above begging him.

My head slams back against the pillow, arching and thrusting and moving with his touch, seeking more of whatever he’s willing to give.

He starts rolling his tongue around the head, giving the bundle of nerves under the crown all his attention while his fingers hone in on my prostate. Pressure on both of those spots has stars lighting up behind my eyelids, and it takes everything in my power to not come on the spot.

“Fuck. I need you inside me. Now.” I make an attempt to pull him off my length, using my hold on his hair to do so, but he barely gives an inch.

My eyes fly open to find him looking up at me, a devilish taunt in his eyes before his mouth releases me.

“Someone needs to learn patience,” he murmurs, his lips trailing back up my stomach, taking detours over my pecs, nipples, collar bone. Anywhere he can bite or suck or lick, he does, and it’s fucking torture while he still plays with my ass.

“Please, don’t make me beg you.”

Grinning, he rises up between my thighs, pulling his fingers free from my body. “Don’t worry, baby. That’s a lesson for another day.”

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