Page 59 of Fair Catch
“Watch,” was all he commanded, and then he went to work.
It was all I could do to hold on and not scream his name loud enough for the entire building to hear as he circled my clit, sucked and licked and kissed and ate me out like no one ever had before. I realized then that maybe I’d never had a guy go down on me — not really. Not like this. They were all messy tongues and boys who didn’t know what they were doing.
This was a man touching me like my body was his, like he had a map detailing every sensitive spot that would make me come undone.
I writhed and mewled under his expert touch, eyes heavy at the sight of his head buried between my thighs, of his hands gripping my legs and holding me to him as I tried to wiggle away.
It was too much, it felt too hot.
My skin was on fire, my face flushed, blood burning as something built low and intimidating in my gut.
Then, Zeke spread me wider, keeping one hand on my thigh as his mouth worked me, but that other hand slid up and in until his fingers pressed inside me under where he was sucking my clit.
“Oh shit, Oh God, Oh… fuck!”
I cried out, my body involuntarily trying to pull away while Zeke held me there and tortured me with his mouth and fingers. It was too much. I was…
Flame.
Hot and searing and leaving ashes in its wake as it flared up from my toes all the way to my ears. I felt it singe every nerve in my body, and I went numb before waves and waves of roiling pleasure consumed me.
Zeke held me tighter, his fingers keeping a steady pace and his tongue licking and circling until I fell limp.
Every muscle released, my breaths shallow and labored as I came down from the most powerful climax of my life.
Zeke just smirked against my center, placing a featherlight kiss that made my entire body shutter before he was crawling up to press those lips to mine.
I savored the taste of him, the way I tasted on him, and my body rolled without me telling it to do so, already craving more, already desperate to feel him in every way possible.
I reached between us, tugging at his basketball shorts.
“Off,” I breathed.
And Zeke smiled against my lips before answering my plea.
Zeke
It was only a minute, maybe not even a full sixty seconds, but it was too long to be separated from Riley as I dashed to my room to get a condom.
I tore at the package with my teeth, leaving the wrapper in the living room on my way back over until I crashed through her door again.
She was still spread out on her bed, cheeks a lovely shade of just-climaxed red and hair an absolute disaster as she watched me with sated eyes.
I licked my bottom lip, hand jetting out to stop her knees from closing.
“Ah-ah,” was all I said, and she bit her lip against a smile, letting those knees fall open again.
I groaned at the sight, rolling the condom over my shaft as I appreciated that swollen, slick pussy I knew would be the death of me. I’d felt how it tightened around my fingers when she came, heard Riley’s moans of pleasure when I wasn’t even inside her yet.
I was done for, and I knew it.
But I fell willingly to my demise.
My gaze trailed back up the span of her lean, slender body until it caught on her wide eyes where they took in the length of me. There was a mixture of awe and panic, and I looked down, stroking myself once before I arched a brow in her direction.
Her lips parted, and she gulped, eyes flicking to mine.
“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for her. She let me take her hands and guide her up off the bed until I took her place, my back against the headboard, and I helped her into my lap.
We both stiffened a hot breath when I slicked between her legs, her lips wrapping around my shaft just enough to make us both tremble at the touch. I flexed my hips, savoring the way it felt to spread those lips apart, and Riley moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rolled her hips, too.
I claimed her mouth as I reached between us, positioning my crown at her entrance. And I’d never know how I managed the restraint, but I kept it there, fighting against the urge to fill her in one swift pump as I wrapped my hands around her hips, instead.
“You’re in control,” I told her, kissing her long and deep as I waited.
She was so slight, I knew it wouldn’t be the most pleasurable experience to take all of me inside her. I wanted her in the driver’s seat, wanted her to be the one controlling the pace.
