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“That's not exactly how this works. I don't expect anything. I just want to make you feel good.”
I knew that was true, but I also knew that being selfless was only good up to a point. And then it started to eat away at you, you started giving away everything to make other people happy, started giving awayyourself,and before you realized it, you were gone and nothing you wanted mattered.
“You know what I think?” I asked him, rubbing my thumb across his hole. feeling his entire body jump. “I think you've spent too much time trying to be invisible. I think you don't like attention because nobody ever gave you the good kind. But I will. I want to. I wanna make you feel so good you turn into the cockiest, greediest, most demanding motherfucker alive and don’t feel bad about it at all.”
I was talking about eating his ass, but I was talking about other things too. I really hated that the world had made him afraid to take up all the space he deserved. That I’d ever been part of making him afraid to be seen when he was so fucking beautiful everywhere.
He didn't say anything, and I guess I didn't expect him to, but I knew he heard me, was probably spinning it around in his brain, flipping and matching and sorting words, pulling out more meanings than I knew were in there. Didn’t matter. I was going to make him feel so good his brain was going to shut off too.
I got down on my knees and kissed at the back of his thighs, sucking and licking my way up his cheeks, teasing and edging not just him but me too. The way he reacted, soft moans and rocking on his feet before I even got in there, seemed like I was a natural, and okay, maybe I’d been a little nervous to try something he was so goddamn good at, being so competitive and all, but it really stopped being about that at all, started being about me not coming in my fucking shorts for the second time in twenty-four hours because I was rock hard and leaking before I even got my mouth on him.
True story, one lap across his hole, my tongue stroking those tight little ridges, that sweet, sensitive divot teasing me, begging me to shove my tongue in, and I was hooked. I fucking feasted on him, licking up the back of his balls and then flicking my tongue across him, quick, mean jabs that made him moan and arch back.
Then I ruined him with some sloppy, lazy, slow motion, full-tongue obsession shit, going all in with the spit until that little pink hole looked like it was drooling. Until I knew I was, and I bet he was too, until I wanted my fingers and my dick in there so bad I was shaking.
“Beast.”
He grunted, slow and dazed, and I knew that sound, had made it myself plenty, it was the make-me-come-or-kill-me sound, and lucky I was nicer than he was, because he just kept licking and licking and licking when I got that away, but I wanted to make him explode, hard and fast.
“Would you let me fuck you?” I asked him, not exactly sure where we stood on this. Our relationship was all about layers, about versions, about making things work, but it was also about him topping the fuck out of me so far. “It’s okay if you’re not into it. But I could make you feel good. I could be real slow. Real gentle if you want.”
He grunted again I thought at first, and then I realized he was laughing. “Really? Slow and gentle? Is that the Logan Prescott experience?”
I opened my mouth and blinked, staring at the back of his head. Dude was seriously fucking mocking me.
“I hope that’s not what you’re asking for,” I told him. “Because no way could you handle it.”
“Try me.”
“One day on the field, and you think you can handle locker room shit, is that it?” I teased his hole with the tip of my finger, and he groaned and pushed back, and I slid in all slippery up to my first knuckle, not expecting him to be so eager.
“Try me,” he said again, and yeah, okay.
I got up and left him for a second, long enough to fish around for lube and condoms, long enough to get my bearings, because damn. My dick was painful hard, so hard just unbuttoning and unzipping made me lightheaded.
I started to get undressed and then stopped. The Logan Prescott experience didn’t actually include taking my pants all the way off.
I shoved my jeans and my shorts down to my knees and came around behind him, digging into his ass hard with my fingers, moaning a little when I thought about how good it would feel to get up inside him, how good I could makehimfeel.
“Sure about this?” I asked him, suiting up, stroking myself sloppy, and then tracing his hole with my finger.
“You usually ask that in the locker room?”
“Of course. I’m a gentleman. You’re welcome to sayhell yes, that’s the response I usually get.”
He snorted, sarcastic at first, but that didn’t last long. “Yeah. I fucking want it. Fucking want you. Jesus, I feel so good. You feel so good.”
“I like that enthusiasm,” I told him, and started to push my finger in, slow and steady. “Yeah. Nice.” I gave him a good massage, going deep, stroking and stretching, just admiring a minute, the way he strained his muscles, arched his back, and took my finger. Just one until he started making sharp, groaning noises, and then I added another, making his groans deeper and longer. “Oh hell yeah, that ass is beautiful,” I murmured, and I swear I could have just stood there and made him come like this, forget about my dick that was ready and waiting.
“You always talk this much?” he asked me, and I laughed out loud. I wondered if this was what it was like fucking me. Kinda thought it might be.
“No. Usually, I say be quiet and don’t make a mess, and I fucking jackhammer some ass. That what you want, Beast?”
“Yeah.”
He really fucking did, I could tell, so that’s what I gave him. Pulled my fingers out and lined my dick up and just enjoyed looking down at his ass a minute, how pretty he looked all hungry for me, twitching against my head, and then I shoved in hard. Not as hard as I might have, but hard enough to make him grunt and groan, settling my hips tight up against him and groaning myself.
“Oh, goddamn Beast you are so hot.” I pulled back and thrust in again hard, shutting up anything he might have been thinking of saying because guess what. He was getting a brand new experience.
