Page 64 of Off Season

Dominant but safe. I know he would stop the moment I told him to.

But right now, I’m aching for him. I need him to touch me more than I need my next breath.

“Ethan,” I plead, curling my toes into the rubber mat beneath my feet. His hot, stiff cock nestles in my crease, and I’m unable to stop myself. I push back into him as he bends his knees, sliding his length between my cheeks.

“Do you want me to take you here, Jacob?” he growls. “Do you want to watch as I fuck you, so you can see how fucking beautiful you are when I’m inside you?”

I lick my dry lips, my breath coming out in heavy pants.

“Jacob, use your words.”

“Yes,” I wheeze.

“Good boy, but remember—don’t move.”

I let out a choked whine when he lets go and walks away. My eyes remain locked on his retreating back as he quickly runs upstairs, returning a few moments later with a condom and a packet of lube.

Stepping behind me again, Ethan removes his boxers, then slides my underwear down my legs. He taps my ankles, giving me permission to move, and I step out of them.

I don’t think I could be more turned on than I am right now, but then he proves me wrong.

He twists his baseball cap backward, drops to his knees, and spreads my cheeks apart before licking a hot, wet stripe over my hole.

I move my hands toward the mirror for some stability as my legs begin to quiver.

He’s relentless. His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me still as his deft tongue opens me up. He slips one finger inside me, then a second, scissoring and sliding over my prostate in tantalizing strokes before adding a third. He alternates between pumping his fingers inside me and using his tongue. His teeth graze over my ass before he bites on the flesh and sucks.

A loud moan escapes me. He’s going to leave a mark, and I want to tell him to mark me as his any way he wants to, but all I can manage is, “Please. Hurry,” I beg.

He freezes. I catch his eyes when he tilts his head andlooks at me through the mirror. One dark brow raised, a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Ethan, I swear, if you don’t get inside me in the next twenty seconds, I’m going to scream,” I warn.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” he mumbles with a grin.

He stands to his full height and rolls the condom down his steely length, coating himself with copious amounts of lube and adding more to my hole. He widens his stance, bending his knees slightly to line himself up, then touches the center of my back, gently pushing me to lean forward slightly. The head of his cock brushes against my hole, and I open my mouth to tell him I can’t take his brand of torture anymore.

But the words get lost on my tongue and I lose all coherent thought as he slowly eases inside.

I let out a long, satisfied groan. The burn from his cock stretching me causes my toes to curl into the rubber mat beneath my feet. Forcing my eyes to remain open, I watch his expression in the mirror. His eyes are locked on where we’re joined, his brows furrowed in concentration beneath his cap. A hiss escapes him from behind clenched teeth as he pushes all the way in.

“Fuck!” he grunts, tilting his head back and exposing the thick column of his throat. “No one has ever felt this good, Jacob.”

When Ethan finally starts to thrust in quick, shallow strokes, I lose my grip on the mirror and shift to find purpose as sweat coats my palms.

I glance down. My dick is leaking. Pre-come drips onto the mat with every thrust of Ethan’s hips. I’m so fucking close that my legs are becoming weak, and I think theymight give out the second I come. My entire body trembles with pleasure and sweat beads at my temples and at the nape of my neck before trickling down my spine.

“You need to touch yourself, baby?” he asks, his voice like gravel in my ear. “Well, too bad. Keep your hands on the mirror because that’s my job.”

He takes my aching cock in his hand, pumping me in time with each thrust of his hips, and wraps his other hand around my throat again. The sight makes my knees even weaker.

Who knew I would love hand necklaces?

All my words come out as incoherent moans. Grunts, moans, whimpers, and slapping flesh fill the air, and I know I can’t hold back anymore.

“I’m going to come,” I pant, praying he’ll let me. Spots fill my vision, but when I go to close my eyes, the slight squeeze of Ethan’s hand on my throat stops me.

“You can come, but Jacob…your eyes stay open.”

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