4. Fox
He barely swipesthe keycard against the lock before I push him through the door and press him against the wall, my chest against his back.
“This ass is mine.”
He pushes back against me, reaching around and up to wrap his hand around my neck. “You can have the rest of me, too,” he says in that smartass way I’m learning is his trademark.
“You’re a brat, aren’t you?”
He laughs. “I can be. I like to be the boss from time to time, though I doubt you ever relinquish control.”
I grab his hips, pulling him back as I thrust, very frustrated at the sheer number of layers between us.
“Not often,” I admit. “Although, nobody’s ever really attempted to take it from me before. Think you’re big enough to try it?”
“Why don’t you feel for yourself?” he asks, pulling my hand to his very hard – holy shit – very thick cock.
“Too. Many. Clothes.” I stammer out the words, stepping back and unbuttoning my jeans. I push them over my hips and kick them aside.
“Can I move? Or do you have me here for a purpose?” he asks.
“Smartass,” I mumble.
He chuckles as he turns and pulls his tee over his head and tosses it into the pile with my jeans. Taking a step forward, he reaches up and unbuttons my shirt, pushing it from my shoulders when he’s done.
My hands reach for his shorts, and when I pop the tortoiseshell button, I realize there’s nothing underneath.
I drop into a squat, a natural state for me, seeing as how I’ve been in this position most of my life behind home plate. Sliding his shorts over his hips, the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen bobs free, hanging heavy between his thick, muscular thighs.
“Goddamn,” I say before I lean forward and lick it from root to tip like the fucking treat it is.
“Fuck,” he grunts as his hand comes to the top of my head to steady himself.
I might be ninety-eight percent top, but sucking dick is – well, it’s a gift, really. Making a man come apart with just your mouth and tongue… it’s a heady feeling.
I open my mouth and suck just the head between my lips, lapping at the underside as I go. Taking more and more until I feel him hit the back of my throat, I pull off with a pop.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
His fingers tighten in my hair as I lean forward again, bracing myself with my palms on his thighs and licking the length of him again before sucking the head back between my lips.
“Holy shit, Fox. I’m not gonna last long like that.”
“Good,” I say, coming up for air for a split second before diving back onto his dick and sucking like my life depends on it. I want his first load to come fast and hard so when I’m inside him later, he won’t explode and take me with him.
Five seconds, ten, fifteen, and his hand tightens again, nearly ripping hair from my scalp, as he jerks and fucks my mouth through his orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes, holy shit, yes!” he bellows just before he lets go and slumps against the wall behind him.
I swallow every last drop, pushing the tiniest bit from the corners of my mouth onto my tongue and licking it clean for good measure.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Webber says with a satisfied grin on his face.
“And you’re gonna enjoy it while I do,” I say, rising from my crouch and crowding him against the wall, running my nose along his jaw and dropping a kiss beside his ear. “Aren’t you?”
“Fuck. Probably,” he says, laughing at himself.
I pull back and wink at him as I shuck my boxers and add them to the growing stack of fabric on the floor beside us.
As we stand here, naked and staring at each other’s bodies, he takes one full, deep breath and shifts his weight to his feet.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
I laugh this time, pulling him to me, resting my hands on his hips and squeezing gently. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”
“Me? Kissed you? I thought you were in charge… sir.”
I yank him towards me, rutting against his hip bone with my still raging-hard dick. “Kiss me, brat.”
His tongue darts out and wets his lips as he reaches up and pulls me towards him. Our height difference lines up our bodies nearly perfectly as I dip my head and meet his mouth.
The kiss starts featherlight, a brush of lips, then another, but when I grab a fistful of his ass and yank him towards me until his body leans flush against mine, the cord snaps, and our control goes with it.
Open mouths, sliding tongues, biting teeth… we’re practically mauling each other, but in a good way. A very, very good way.
I guide him towards me, towards the bed as I sink onto the mattress and pull him with me. We make out like horny teenagers, scared to go any further, until we realize we’re naked and frotting against each other with a vengeance.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I say, far too close to coming.
His hips freeze immediately. “What is it?”
“I don’t wanna come this way.”
“You made me come before I was ready. Consider this payback,” he says as he rubs the already hard-again ridge of his dick against mine.
“Fuck that,” I say, pushing him and rolling us until I trap him beneath me and hold him still.
He somehow manages to roll over and lifts his hips off the bed, his gorgeous, perfect, round ass rubbing against my dick. “No. Fuck this.”
I scramble to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and grab his ass, spreading his cheeks until I see his pretty pink hole. Not wasting another fucking second, I drag my tongue through his crease, swirling and circling around the sweet spot amid his moaning and cursing and stuttering as I flick and prod just a bit with my tongue.
Pulling back, I drop kisses, wet and sloppy, on his ass and his back and his thighs — anywhere except where he wants me.
“Fox!” he cries out, exasperated with my teasing.
“Say my name,” I growl.
“I just did!” he yells.
“Say.” Lick. “My.” Lick. “Name.”
“Jonathan,” he moans out as I push the tip of my thumb into his ass.
“Hell, yes.” My name has never sounded so good.
“More. I need more.” He turns and looks at me over his shoulder. “Please?”
The whimper in his voice nearly does me in. “Oh, baby. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”