Thirty #2
They say football games take forever, but the whole nine-innings shit really takes an eternity. Especially when they’re the only thing standing between you and the guy you love spending the night getting hot and sweaty between the sheets.
“I’m certainly not planning to complain.”
“Good. Then get naked,” I demand while working the buttons of his shirt open; the slow and tedious process making me want to rip the damn thing off instead. Yet eventually, I’m able to free it from where it’s tucked in his pants and drop it to the ground.
“Mmm,” he hums as he unbuttons the jersey I’m wearing, only to leave it hanging open down the center once he does. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey. I almost don’t want to take it off you.”
Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I whisper two words sure to bring his fantasy to life.
“Then don’t.”
Phoenix’s eyes flare with heat and desire as he stares at me, burning with an intensity they never have before. Like all coherent thought has left, leaving behind nothing but primal urge and carnal lust. Like the mere thought of owning me this way is everything he’s ever wanted.
That look alone spurs me into action, and I shove his pants to his ankles. He does the same, peeling the layers of clothing from my body one by one, but far, far slower than I’d like. Especially when all I want is the both of us naked and on his bed.
My wish that’s granted moments later when the two of us blindly fall to the mattress in a messy tangle of limbs and tongues—both of us stripped bare save for his jersey still hanging open over my torso.
Phoenix rolls on top of me before sliding his hand into my hair. Gripping the strands in his fist, he pillages my mouth some more, coaxing my tongue to battle with his. The aching throb my cock makes has me ready to plead for more friction than just the slow grind of his hips against mine.
I need all of him.
“How do you want me?” I pant into his lips when I break away for air. “Because I’m dying here, Nix.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” he muses, lips traveling the length of my jaw before reaching my ear. “You ever think about that?”
“You’re far more demented than I realized if that’s true.”
“In that case…” A filthy grin pulls at his lips, and I think he’s about to continue with his torment when he whispers, “On all fours, ass up.”
I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast in my goddamn life, flipping over in front of him so my knees and elbows are pressed into the mattress.
A low groan leaves him as his hand pushes down on my back where I’m donning his number.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers before a lone finger trails down my crease. “You’ve never looked better in your life. Ass in the air, my number on your back. It’s a sight dreams are made of.”
I bite my lip to keep from grinning when I look over my shoulder at him. The primal heat in his gaze is incinerating as he drags it over my body, leaving no inch untouched by it.
It didn’t take long to learn that fucking me from behind is Phoenix’s favorite position, and there’s no doubt it’s one of mine too.
The way his cock fills me, sliding in impossibly deep with every thrust, is something I’ve begun to crave.
Same with his fingers, which is precisely what I’m anticipating when his hands part my ass after he slides between my parted knees.
So when I’m greeted with the warm swipe of his tongue down my crease instead, I can’t help but lurch forward.
Mostly because I had no idea this was on the table for him.
But hell if I’m about to try and stop it.
Not when I’m in straight-up filthy heaven as he takes another languid pass over my puckered rim.
His grip on my ass tightens as he continues lapping at me, drawing out a tortured groan from deep within my chest.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, fisting the sheets in my palm as my forehead drops to the mattress.
I feel him fucking everywhere.
His tongue trails down over my taint, causing my body to break out in goosebumps before he circles my rim again with the tip. One of his hands reaches between my legs and wraps around my cock, giving me a firm stroke that, paired with his talented tongue, has me primed and ready.
“Need you, Nix. Please,” I pant, and I don’t care if I’m begging. There’s the teasing kind of torment, and then there’s pure torture, and what he’s doing to my body is edging toward the latter.
All I get in response is a low hum before his mouth moves to one cheek, where he nips at my flesh. Then he sinks his teeth into my skin, hard enough to leave a mark this time, only to soothe the bite with gentle swipes of his tongue before moving back to my hole.
His hand moves quicker around my length now, jacking me while he continues exploring every intimate inch of me, and it’s like my entire body has been lit on fire. Engulfed in flames, incinerated on the spot.
It’s not long before I’m rocking with his ministrations, pressing back against his face before rutting forward into his hand. The friction is everything I need, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to impending bliss.
“Fuck, Nix. I…I—”
“Don’t come,” he demands, his hand working the sensitive crown of my cock. “Not until I’m buried inside you.”
A shudder has me trembling where I kneel before him, and I don’t think there’s a chance in hell of me holding on until then. “Then you better get to it, because I can’t—”
“You can, and you will.” His voice is raspy, tainted with hunger and desire. “After all, you want to make me happy, don’t you?”
More than fucking anything.
Something I think he’s all too aware of. Knowledge he’s using to his advantage now as he continues with more wicked, languid swipes of his tongue. Saliva drips down my crease and over my taint, and it sends a bolt of lust zipping straight to my cock.
I groan again, my release lingering right there. All he has to do is press against my prostate one time, and I’ll shatter into a million pieces.
“I want you happy, but not at the cost of my own sanity, baby. And you’re driving me straight to the brink of it right now.”
A dark chuckle leaves his lips, vibrating against my skin before he finally has mercy on me.
“On your back,” he murmurs, the quiet huskiness of his command sending another wave of goosebumps rising across my body.
I flip quickly; my eyes fixated on his sculpted ass while he searches through his duffel for—
“Should I be concerned about you carrying lube to an away game?” I muse, wrapping my fist around my length and stroking.
There’s a gleam in his eyes as he turns around, already spreading it up and down his length. “There could be moments like this when I might unexpectedly need it.”
“When someone surprises you with hotel sex?”
He shakes his head slowly as he kneels between my parted thighs. “When I need you too much, only for you to not be here, forcing me to take matters into my own hands.”
The mere thought of Phoenix stroking his cock to thoughts of me is fucking intoxicating, but it’s got nothing on the way he grabs my hips and drags me to him while staring down at me with lust-filled eyes. Though, I think I catch a glimmer of something else as well. Something deeper.
Reverence, maybe?
Whatever it is, it’s far more potent than the desire darkening his gaze.
I’m in prime position for him to slide inside me with only the slightest press of his hips, but he chooses to run his hand up over my abs. Tracing the indents with his fingers between either side of his jersey.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, eyes following the paths his hands have already taken. “I’m obsessed with you in this.”
My lips quirk up in a devious grin. “Naked and at your mercy doesn’t do it for you? You really want me wearing your jersey like some cleat chaser too?”
“I want you in all ways,” he murmurs, a seductive tilt of his lips adding to his sinful aura. “But being inside you with my number on your back will, without a doubt, take the cake. So I really know you’re mine.”
My blood flares. “Possessive, are we?”
His nod is immediate before his words come out all grated and raw. “I wanna claim every part of you.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he already has.
No piece of me doesn’t already belong to him; my heart included.
Only I’m smart enough to know sentiments like that can’t come now. Not like this—mid-fuck while emotions are heightened and meaningful words cease to mean a damn thing.
So instead, I scrape my teeth over my lower lip and make an offer I know he won’t turn down.
“Then claim me. Own me. And if the jersey isn’t enough, feel free to mark every inch of my body with your cum.”