Page 65 of Fair Catch
Zeke groaned when I wrapped a hand around him, stroking him in time with how his fingers worked slowly inside me.
“Please,” I begged against his ear, repeating it to make sure he heard me. “Zeke, please.”
He cursed, biting his lip first before he captured mine in a fiery kiss. “Can’t,” he croaked.
I frowned, stroking the length of him as he pressed deeper inside me.
“No condom,” he explained.
I nodded in understanding, but didn’t take my hands off him. Instead, I closed my eyes and imagined him inside me, imagined those fingers were the thick, impressive length of him, instead.
I rolled my hips, grinding against his palm, and he smiled against my neck, sucking the skin there and egging me on.
“Let go,” he commanded.
And I did.
My orgasm rolled through me like a fierce thunderstorm, moans drowned out by the music thumping loud and heavy through the speaker. Every muscle in my body released at once, the blood coursing through, numbing and all-consuming in tandem.
I rode it out until the very last lash of lightning struck between my legs, until Zeke pulled his fingers out of me and walked them up my chest to my lips, where I sucked them into my mouth and held his eyes through the darkness.
He cursed, dropping his forehead to mine.
“You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop,” he hissed, but he still flexed into my hand, like as much as he knew he couldn’t get off here, he didn’t want to stop trying.
No condom, no place to safely release…
Except…
I caught his mouth in a heavy kiss, stroking him in long, smooth strokes that made him tremble and pant.
“Riley,” he warned, but before he could pull away, I dropped to my knees.
I felt his hands pulling at my elbow, trying to get me to stand, to let it go, but I ripped from his grasp. In one quick movement, I had his joggers around his ankles, along with his briefs.
And then I took him in my mouth, sliding my tongue flat along his hard shaft before I sucked the crown of him.
I couldn’t hear the curse I knew was ripping from his throat, but I felt his hands find my hair, felt them tighten into fists as I repeated the torture, licking and sucking and working to find what would drive him to his own release.
I peeked up at the DJ, but he was still oblivious — or maybe he’d seen and was quietly smirking to himself knowing what was happening under him. For some reason that made me even more wet than I already was from my release, and I intensified my efforts, using one hand in tandem with my mouth to wrap around Zeke’s cock.
He tightened his grip in my hair, guiding me, helping me suck him. His pace quickened, stomach trembling with his shallow breaths, and he warned me, trying to pull at my hair to let me know he was there.
But I shook him off, kept my pace, and reveled when he spilled into my mouth.
His groan was deep, vibrating through every inch of him so that I felt that tremor in my throat. I savored every drop of that release, working in the same rhythm that had helped him reach the edge until he completely stilled.
He helped me stand, panting, his thumb tracing my lips before his hand splayed the length of my throat.
I swallowed.
And he cursed, dropping his head to mine with a salacious smile as I savored the taste of his surrender.
Zeke
When I was a kid, my parents took me to the circus.
I didn’t remember much — cotton candy, bright lights and colors, how smelly it was with all the animals, and how easily Dad’s temper was set off by performers trying to lure him into the various tents. It was mostly a blur, a good memory, but not one I could recall in detail.
But there was one act I vividly remembered.
Under the big top, a man rode a unicycle across a thin wire stretched from one end of the tent to the other. He wore a giant hat that flopped dangerously side to side as he wobbled and swayed, riding back and forth on that sagging line as we all gasped and marveled beneath him.
I remember waiting for it, for that man to fall, for the splatter of his body on the bleachers. I could visualize it, could see how he would misstep, how the bicycle would fly one way while he went the other, arms flailing and crowd screaming as they tried to clear the way.
He never fell, of course, but for some reason, I had nightmares about that man and his precarious balancing act for years after that.
And right now, I felt like I was living in that nightmare.
Almost a week had passed in the most exhilarating blur since I threw sense to the wind and gave in to what I felt for Riley. I couldn’t stop myself that day when I barged through her door and ripped that fucking creep off her. I couldn’t find reason in my one-track brain.
