“Uh huh.”
“Tellme you want more.”
“I want more!”
“Tell me I’m fucking sexy.”
“You’re fucking sexy!”
Kayden’s breathing picked up just like mine had when I was sure I would come. That didn’t mean he lacked stamina. He’d fucked me hard and steady like a man possessed. No one could last forever in this kind of heat. When he pulled out of me, I expected him to explode, but he didn’t. He helped me to my feet and then laid down on the bench, his body now slick with sweat.
He laid his back flat, his cock, hard as ever, pointing at the ceiling. As before, I needed no direction. I knew his commands.I climbed onto the bench, swung a leg over Kayden’s hips, my knees pressed against his sides, and eased onto his cock.
Taking his cock felt so easy now, like I’d done it a hundred times before. Kayden fucked me hard and fast, jackhammering my ass, and I cried out in pleasure again. I leaned back, arms posted on the bench, working myself onto his meat with the rhythm of his thrusting hips.
“Tell me you want more,” Kayden said.
“I want more.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
With Kayden’s cock inside me, I would say anything he wanted. His wish was my command.
I wanted to last longer for Kayden. I really did. But I could take only so much more. He kept hitting all the right places, again and again, harder and faster, his hands glued to my sides. Finally, I reached down, and wrapped my fingers around my dick, barely needing to touch it to cause an explosion. My eyes rolled back in my head as come spurted from my dick, streaking Kayden’s chest and shoulders. When I peered down, I found his mouth hung open, looking almost panicked.
He seemed to hold his breath now, his teeth clenched. Kayden’s last few thrusts were the hardest and fastest yet, like he’d given the last of what he had before he pulled out of me. When Kayden’s hand clamped onto his dick, I felt a flood of hot come on my leg as he squeezed his eyes shut.
I rolled off of him, gasping for breath. If you would’ve told me something like this would happen, I would’ve expected to feel regret the moment we finished. But regret never came. I sat up beside him, wanting the moment to last forever. When I put my hand over Kayden’s, he took it. He didn’t push it away. And he didn’t just get up and leave either. We could have been in our own bedroom instead of the locker room, enjoying perfect bliss.
16
KAYDEN
Iliked what happened between us.Lovedit, actually. Oh yeah, I wouldn’t have crowed about that hookup to the guys and sure as shit wouldn’t have told people I loved it. But it’s true. Something about the loss of control felt so sweet, so right…so perfect. I felt hungry, and only a romp with Erik De Ruiter would satisfy me. Same for my teammate. No matter how much the sex had drained me, I didn’t sleep that night, but it wasn’t all bad. The whole thing replayed over and over in my head, an endless loop. I licked my lips, dreaming of a second round.
The next day, I eyed Erik in the team room for so long that Coach Hardison’s words turned into a muffled garble. Think of the kid who falls asleep in class, absorbing absolutely nothing from the teacher. As I admired Erik, I thought about him naked. No, that’s not right. He wasn’t completely naked at the start. You could say I undressed him with my eyes, one article of clothing at a time, until he was nude.
Oh God, it drove me crazy.
As I drifted into my daydream, I remembered the look of ecstasy on his face. His cries of pleasure still rang in my ears. Imade him come too. No matter what happened, that always felt like an accomplishment.
I couldn’t let something like this pass. Like, I would normally pretend a loss of control like that had never happened. I should’ve felt ashamed of this one, but I didn’t. I felt good—far too good to ignore.
When Coach Hardison dismissed us, I stayed behind, not to hang with Erik, but because I was the leader. Erik would also stay behind, seeing himself as the leader, too, because that was how my teammate operated. It just finally benefitted me, that was all.
Erik glanced at me and then looked away, proceeding to the door. You know, like he’d seen me but had pretended not to. This, after the greatest experience of his life.
I slipped in front of the door, blocking him.
“You going to stand there like that all day?” he asked.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Depends on whether you’re going to talk to me or not.”
