Page 105 of Edging Coach
I didn’t have to be told twice.
Naked in bed, we picked up where we’d left off—wrapped up in each other and kissing like tomorrow didn’t exist. No rush. No hurry. Just the two of us, touching and tasting each other like we had all the time in the world. In that moment, it felt like we did.
Every now and then, his fingertips would brush over a welt or graze a bruise. When we moved, I had all my usual aches and pains from hockey, but they were muted beneath a layer of tenderness from Devon’s ministrations. They hurt, but they were little reminders of all the pain and pleasure he’d given me this week. Reminders of the magic he worked on my body.
I was on my back with Devon over the top of me when he pushed himself up and met my eyes. “I want your dick. Now.”
A soft “fuck” slipped from my mouth, and I dragged my hands up his back. “Yes, Sir.” I said it playfully—this wasn’t a scene—and from his quiet little chuckle, he took it that way.
As he grabbed the lube, I asked, “How do you like it? Position, I mean?”
Handing over the bottle, he quirked his lips. “Start from behind. See where the mood takes us?”
I could definitely work with that.
“Is this position okay for your knee?” he asked as he got on his hands and knees.
“It’s fine.” I knelt behind him and slid a hand over his ass cheek just because I could. “I won’t be able to pound you this way for hours on end, but?—”
Devon barked a laugh. “I can’ttakegetting pounded for hours on end, so we’ll be fine.”
“Fair enough.” I put some lube on my fingers and teased his hole. The little moan as I pushed a finger inside made my heart race. I’d been at his mercy every time we’d fooled around, but suddenly…
SuddenlyIwas the one in control.
I knew damn well he could turn the tables with a look and a command, but what could I say? I couldn’t resist enjoying this little taste of power while I had it.
“Calisse,” Devon growled after I’d fingered him for a while. “Jack… I said I want your dicknow.”
“Mm-hmm. And you’ll get it.” I crooked my fingers to tease his prostate, reveling in his helpless whimper. I hadn’t thought before tonight that I’d ever get a chance to do this, and I definitely hadn’t imagined what a trembling, whimpering mess he’d become. And I wasn’t even fucking him yet.
“Jack…” He trailed off into a moan, and I grinned.
“Never realized you were such a responsive bottom.”
That earned me some growled cursing, but another stroke of his prostate dissolved his words into a moan.
I probably could have teased him all night, but I wanted to please him, too. And I wanted to fuck him before I lost my damn mind.
I slipped my fingers free. “Let me put on some more lube,” I breathed. “Then my dick’s all yours.”
“God, yes,” he gritted out, the muscles in his back rippling as he fidgeted impatiently. He was hot as hell when he took the reins as my Dom, but there was definitely something to be said for this, too. I had no illusions that he was submitting—not the way I submitted to him—but he was giving up far more control than he usually did. Giving that control tome. That was heady as hell.
I stroked some lube onto my cock, then lined myself up. When I pressed against his hole, he moaned and leaned back against me, and…
Oh my God. Sinking into Devon was so damn perfect. Slick, tight, hot—justperfect.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed. “Devon…”
He whimpered softly, fingers curling around handfuls of sheets. I didn’t understand the words that tumbled off his lips, but I was pretty sure I recognized them as cursing.
I ran a hand up his back. “You okay?”
The response was a nod and something French. Then he rasped, “So good.”
It was. God, it was. Every stroke I took inside him was mind-blowing. Every gasp, every breath, every shiver—I wanted to get drunk on him. Maybe I already was.
“Faster,” he ordered. I was moving before the words had even registered, my strokes turning to frantic thrusts as he moaned his pleasure. I held on to his perfect hips and watched, mesmerized, as my cock disappeared into him over and over again. It had been way too long since I’d topped anyone, and being inside Devon? That was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Especially with no condom to mute the sensation of every fast, needy thrust I took in his gorgeous ass.
