Page 94 of Fair Catch

Mother of fucking God.

Palming my cock, I start stroking my shaft in long, quick succession, rolling my fist over the head before dropping back down the base. I match the rhythm Hayes has set, moving quicker when he does as his lips land on mine.

His tongue spears into my mouth, rolling against mine while he fucks me clean into the mattress, no part of this slow or gentle now.

And it’s fucking heaven.

The combined sensations cause my release to hit me out of nowhere, cum spilling from my dick onto my hands and abs while he drives into me. The orgasm causes my ass to bear down on his length, squeezing and pulsing around him, and the groan slipping from his lips tells me I’m dragging him toward climax too.

“Fuck, baby. You’re like a vise,” he rasps, his forehead pressing against mine as he continues thrusting into me with reckless abandon. “You feel so good. I’m right there with you.”

From the pulsing vein in his throat and the strained look on his face, he’s barely holding it together, every piece of him begging to shatter right along with me. And God, how I want it.

I wanna see him lose control, watch as he falls apart.

And I wanna be the reason for it.

Releasing my cock, I anchor my hand on his hip, the other curling around his neck. My fingers weave through the hair at the base of his skull, and I drag his lips to mine. I tease the seam with my tongue before slipping between them, diving in for more.

The hand on his hip coaxes him to move faster, harder. Whatever it is he needs to find release.

I’m hypersensitive, every thrust and swipe over my prostate creating the most delicious sensation in my lower stomach. It builds and builds, tightening all over again while he pounds into me, all finesse and rhythm gone.

“I—” I gasp, “Fuck, Hayes.”

The same sensation as earlier—being shoved off a cliff into oblivion—slams into me again, causing stars to light up behind my eyelids. The only difference is, this time, nothing spills from my cock.

What the—

I don’t have time to think about what just happened, because Hayes’ climax slams into him at the same time, his hips colliding with my ass in quick, rapid thrusts while he hisses out a string of expletives. The feel of his cum filling my ass is foreign, as is the sensation of it leaking out from his continued movements, but it’s not unwelcome. In fact, it’s the opposite.

And as Hayes’ thrusts finally cease and he collapses over me, it’s like some sort of missing piece just snaps into place.

I feel whole in a way I never have before.

Wrapping my arms around his sweat-slickened lower back, I draw in as much air as my lungs can hold while waiting for my heartbeat to slow to normal. I can feel the rapid beat of his too, pounding like a racehorse against my chest as he buries his face into the crook of my neck while we come down from our orgasm high.

“Holy shit,” Hayes murmurs, the words coming out muffled.

He can say that again. I might as well be reduced to mush beneath him; boneless and made of gelatin, which is why I have no fucking clue how he manages to prop himself up on an elbow to look down at me.

“You just had a prostate orgasm, didn’t you?”

I chuckle softly. “You ask that like I know what you’re talking about.”

He grins, and the sight of it has my stomach flipping. “You came a second time, just without the cum.”

“Then I guess, yeah.”

But it’s not the orgasms that have my head all in a daydream. It’s the feeling I got afterward.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I whisper, my eyes locked on the ceiling.

“I’m almost a little jealous,” he says with a laugh before pressing a kiss to my shoulder, then the side of my throat. “The beauty of the prostate.”

I hum, a smile tugging at my lips. “Mmm, not exactly what I meant, but I definitely agree.”

“Wait, what did you mean then?”

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