Page 63 of Power Forward

I don’t need to be told twice. I throw the berry into my mouth and trace his rim with my spit-dampened fingers before slipping one inside him. He takes me with ease, his body relaxed and satisfied. I add a second, then a third. Without removing my fingers, I sit on my haunches and pick up his leg with my free hand. Bending his knee, I rest his ankle on my shoulder and angle my head. I press gentle kisses over the scars on his knees then spread the berry juice over his calf. I catch a wayward drip with my tongue, all while pumping my fingers inside him.

“Fuck me, Jax,” he begs. “Please. I—” He moans when I curl my fingers against his prostate. “I need you.”

I let go of his leg and halt my hand, fingers buried deep to the knuckle. Popping the strawberry into my mouth, Iplace my free hand on the pillow beside his head. I hover over him, loving the feral look in his eyes. His need is palpable, and it’s taking everything in me not to devour him like the starved man I am for him.

I bite into the berry, and the sweet flavor bursts in my mouth. I let the juice trickle down my chin as I chew then swallow, and the fire in his heated gaze only grows. He grabs the back of my neck and smashes his mouth against mine.

My fingers move in time with the glide of my tongue against his. We swallow each other’s groans, and it’s not long until I’m grinding my hard cock against his thigh. Hayden drops his hands to my hips and tugs my boxers down under my ass.

“Off,” he murmurs. “Need you.”

Reluctantly, I pull my lips off him and slip my fingers free. I quickly discard my boxers and grab a condom and bottle of lube from my bedside table. I sheathe myself and lube up, then curl my hands underneath Hayden’s knees. I watch his expression for any kind of discomfort or pain as I bring his legs up to my ribs, but there’s nothing except brazen heat radiating in his eyes. I line up my cock at Hayden’s entrance, but I don’t push inside right away.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I tell him, skimming my hands over his thighs and up his flank. They end their journey in his hair, and my lips hover devastatingly close to his, but we don’t touch. “I want to spend an entire day where you’re naked the entire time. Where I can touch you whenever I want. I can kiss every inch of you. Trace your tattoos with my tongue. Feast on your cock and spend hours tasting your hole, loosening you up so good so I can slide my cock inside you.”

I thrust my hips, and he bites back a moan as the head of my cock breaches the first ring of muscle.

“Yesss!” he breathes. “I want that. I want that so fucking bad, Jax.”

“I want to ravish you until you’re begging for me. And when you’re too spent for more, I want you to watch me fuck myself with my dildo so you can see exactly how I’ll ride you when the time is right.”

“Fuck, Jackson.” He squeezes around my cock, and I hiss through gritted teeth. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you again.”

I pump my hips in shallow thrusts, sinking deeper with every stroke.

“Is that right?” I ask in a horny rasp.

“Yeah. I dream about you riding me. Straddling me with that big body of yours.” He bites my lower lip hard, and the shot of pain sends heat down my spine.

“Tell me more.”

“Sometimes, I’m waiting in your hotel room after a game—ahhh!” he moans when my cock tags his prostate. “And I’m already naked and hard when you come in and strip out of your suit.”

“Then what?” My voice is gravel.

“You climb onto the bed and sink down on my cock. Your hard body ripples as you bounce on my dick, and you don’t care about the goals you’ve just scored because the only goal you care about is my come filling your ass.”

The picture he’s painted is vivid in my mind. It’s exactly how we used to spend our nights on the road. Sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms, being prepped and ready to fuck because we were at risk of being caught. And I can’t deny itmade sex on the road all the more hotter. I was hungry for him all the time.

“Fuckin’ hell, Cas,” I growl. “I want that too.”

His arms wrap tightly around my shoulders. His fingers curl into the hair on the back of my head while the others dig into my traps. My hips piston inside of him, picking up pace as I chase my release. The noises he makes are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I have no doubt he’s feeling this same intense sense of pleasure like I am. His semi-hard dick is trapped between our stomachs, and I roll my hips in a way that makes my happy trail brush against the underside of his dick.

“Gonna come,” I warn him, and seconds later, I’m filling the condom with my release. I drop my head to hide my face in his neck, his name a feral cry on my lips.

Unable to hold my weight up any longer, I carefully lie on top of him, my spent cock still inside the warmth of his body. His hands soothe over my skin, trailing over the taut muscles in my back and massaging my scalp.

My heart is so fucking full for this man. His gentle love, his kind heart. The way he’s so good with my kids. His slow smile when he catches me watching him.

I want to tell him I love him. And that I don’t think I ever really stopped. I want my soul to be next to his for the rest of my life. I want to be with him through everything. The ups and the downs, the good and the bad. I want to be the one to wait on him and to care for him on the days he struggles.

I want to spend every day showing him how much he’s loved. How he’s worthy of every good thing and that he’s the most incredible person I’ve ever known.

I want it all with him. I just hope he wants the same.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Hayden

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