Page 148 of Coach
He grinned and held up the bottle. “This was in my jeans when I got here. You don’t know who put it there, do you?”
My grin widened. “Some very determined guy, I bet.”
“Very,” he crooned, squirting a generous amount onto his palm before reaching behind him and swiping it across his backside.
“Here, let me,” I said, taking the bottle from him and smearing lube all over my fingers. Then I reached down between his legs and rubbed back and forth across his hole.
“Oh, shit, Shane,” he breathed in my ear. “I want you inside me so bad.”
I pressed my finger into him.
“Yes!” he wheezed. “Get it in there, deeper, please.”
“So needy.” I chuckled as I slid my finger past the knuckle, all the way into him.
His body lifted, as though a little prostate pressure could make him levitate.
“Give me another,” he insisted.
So, I did. No longer taking my time or being gentle, my second finger slid inside, spreading him apart.
“God, Shane. I love you so damn much.”
“I fucking love you, Mateo.”
“Prove it,” he commanded.
My fingers were gone in an instant. A balloon leaking air, his whole body sagged, as though I’d pulled a magical plug and he might never be filled again.
“The couch,” Mateo rasped.
Not wanting to wait, I lifted him off the ground and deposited him onto the couch. It was ugly as sin and bore more cooties than an entire school cafeteria, but it would have to do.
Tossing Mateo’s legs over my shoulders, I gripped my cock and guided it toward his entrance, sliding the tip back and forth, teasing him with every stroke, every motion.
“Damn it, Shane, shove inside me!”
“Beg for me,” was all I said as I stuck my tip inside him and froze. His asshole clenched but couldn’t hold its grip, and I slipped free.
“Please, baby. Give yourself to me. I want all of you, Shane. No stopping or condoms or anything. I want to be yours for real.”
My breath and voice and everything else slammed into my throat. He wantedallof me? I’d never given that to anyone. Ever. I knew we were both negative. He’d been tested with his annual pre-season physical, and I hadn’t been with anyone other than Mateo since my last test. Still, this was a massive step.
There would be nothing between us.
Nothing but us.
Together as one.
Fuck me, I wanted this, wanted him, wanted to feel inside him with nothing but our hearts and cocks and . . . damn it, I loved this man and wanted everything he could give me.
But . . .
Mateo’s hands found my hips and pulled me toward him.
My tip slid in again. He held me there. His eyes searched mine, never leaving me, willing me to join my life to his.
I let him pull me deeper, maybe a quarter of the way.
