Page 80 of Shift Change
His eyes are hungry as he looks back down at me.
With Jamie still perched on my thighs, I sit up, pulling off my sweater and undershirt. I’m still shaking the clothes off my wrist when he comes back in, shivering as my chest hair scratches against his bare skin.
I run my hands down his back, letting my thumbs dip under his jeans as I grab his ass. He moans, low and filthy, as he pushes his dick into mine.
“Wanna fuck?”
Well, if that isn’t the dumbest question I’ve heard in a long time.
“I mean, yeah. But we’ve got a game tomorrow. If you’re not up for it, that’s fine. I could get off just like this.” I push up into him, the rough scratch of denim bordering on pain.
He smiles at me, soft around the eyes.
“Thanks, Cap. But I think we’ll be okay.”
He stands up and pats my thigh.
“Get these off.”
I obey immediately, pushing my jeans and underwear down and off as he does the same, leaning over to grab lube and a condom from his duffel. Placing them on the pillow, he climbs back on me, socks still on.
My hands go back to his hips, grabbing onto the flesh there.
As we rub together, he leaks onto my stomach. I run my hand down his crack, knowing we need to get this started soon or it will all be over. I’m surprised when my fingers graze over silicone there. I pull back to look at him and find him smiling crookedly back at me.
“Thought I might save us some time,” he says, and I can't help but smile back at him.
“When did you put it in?”
“Before dinner.”
The thought of him wearing the plug through dinner, on the bus with all of our teammates...I feel my cock twitch. I flip him onto his back, working my way down his body. I pause at his neck as his moans turn needy, then again to suck a nipple into my mouth.
I continue downwards, between the tight muscles of his abs, over the dimple of his belly button. I kiss the spot where his leg and groin meet; he keens in response, pulling his legs back, knees wide.
I trace a finger around his hole, not quite touching the plug. His breathing speeds up, his moans turning needy.
“Oh myGod, stop teasing and startdoing,” he whines.
I chuckle low in my throat and grab the end of the plug, pulling gently. It remains firm at first, then slowly slides out, his hole gripping the silicone. Just as the widest part stretches him, I push it back in. Over and over I fuck him with the plug, twisting it and pressing it. A sheen of sweat appears on his torso while his dick leaks on his abs. I can't help but stare, entranced by how undone he is.
His eyes float open and meet mine.
“Please?” he whispers, almost begging.
I pull the plug fully out, unable to keep myself from tracing his rim where it has gone loose, moist with the lube he used. I stand up, tearing the condom wrapper apart and putting it on as quickly as I can. As I drizzle more lube on, Jamie grabs my hip.
“Can I ride you?”
Unable to find words, I nod, sitting on the bed, my back supported by theheadboard.
“Is this good?” I've never done it like this before, and I'm not sure what will work best.
Eyes still hooded, Jamie nods, crawling to the top of the bed and throwing a leg over me. The sight is carnal, a wet dream I'd never allowed myself to have.
As he eases down on me, I bite my lip, trying to stop the moan in my throat.
“Let me hear you, baby.”
