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“Don’t care.” He thrusts his hips up, his cock pegs my prostate at the perfect angle, and my head falls back on a throaty moan. “Are we really getting literal right now while my cock is in your ass?”

I answer by rolling my hips, taking his cock as deep as I can take him, and my name is a delicious cry on his lips. Placing my hands on his wide, solid chest to steady myself, I work us both thoroughly. My hard cock rubs against his stomach as I move on top of him, leaving a wet trail of precome. He wraps his arms around my back and tugs me forward. He plants both feet on the bed and bucks his hips up into me in hard and fast strokes, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. I land on my forearms, unable to hold myself up with the pleasure coursing through me as our moans become garbled noises.

The rhythm of his thrusts becomes jerky, then his body stiffens beneath me and his cock throbs as he lets go of his release. I ride through his orgasm, smoothing my hands over his chest in a gentle caress, grazing my thumbs over his nipples as his body twitches with the post-orgasmic high. The moment his breathing stabilizes slightly, I sit upright.

“Time to switch it up. I’m close and I wanna come inside you,” I demand, rising to my knees and letting his spent cock slip from my ass.

“How do you want me?” he asks.

“On your side,” I instruct, and I lie down behind him, pulling his back to my chest.

Placing my hand under his knee, I bend it toward his chest to open him up. As we prepped each other when we got home from the party, he’s ready for me, allowing me to slide my cock into his slicked hole.

“Fuck me.” His head falls back onto my shoulder.

“That’s the plan, baby.” I nip his lobe as I ease into him in slow, languid strokes, trying to prolong my inevitable release.

He twists his head so I can see his face, and I press my lips to his in a heated kiss. He lifts his hand, reaching back to hold the back of my head while our tongues meet in a desperate tangle, exchanging gasping breaths and low moans.

Letting go of his leg, I move my hand down, propping his heavy thigh up with my forearm as I take his half-hard cock in my hand. I alternate between deep and fast thrusts and long and slow strokes, and by the time my balls are drawn tight to my body, he’s mumbling incoherently.

I’m not gonna last long. I never do when I’m inside Carter.

“Not that I’m not loving this, because I am, but you’ve got six minutes until you need to go to sleep, so I really need you to come now, baby,” he says between heavy breaths. “Let me turn thirty with the ache from your big cock inside me.”

I snort. It’s no secret that I have a set time to go to sleep during the playoffs, so the fact that he’s trying to help me stick to my routines, even while we’re having sex, is why I’m so fucking in love with this guy.

He laughs, causing his muscles to squeeze around my cock.

“Fuuckk,” I growl, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and my hips falter.

Heat rushes down my spine, tingles spread up my legs from my toes, and I release inside him with a groan. Ribbons of come shoot from his cock, coating my hand and his stomach.

I hug him closer to me, pressing my sweat-coated chest up against his back, and kiss the back of his neck. All I can hear is our heavy breathing and the blood rushing in my ears from my rapid heartbeat. Minutes tick by while we just lie there, my cock softening inside Carter’s ass and my limbs feeling like wet noodles.

“We need to move,” he murmurs, his breath fanning across my arm.

“Yeah, and we need to change the sheets.” I kiss his skin again, but neither of us takes the first step.

I can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “You’re going to miss your bedtime.”

Groaning, I slowly ease out of him and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

We make quick work of cleaning up and changing the sheets, and when we slip under the covers, I curl into him, resting my head on his chest as our legs intertwine. His hand goes into my hair, his fingers lazily massaging my scalp.

“You better get some sleep, baby. You’ve got a cup to win,” he murmurs sleepily and kisses my forehead.

Winning the cup might be at the forefront of our minds, but as far as I’m concerned, I’ve already won.

Because I have him, and he’s the greatest prize of all.

Chapter Twenty-Six

December - eight months later

Carter

Having a game on New Year’s Eve threw a wrench into my plans, but I wasn’t going to let it get to me. I knew exactly how I wanted it to go, but I also knew I was going to be cutting it close, so I’ve pulled out all the stops and got creative. Along with the help of some others.

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