Page 26 of Praised By the Cornerback

I wrap my hand around both our cocks, pressing them together in my fist. The heat is incredible, and we both makebroken sounds. I stroke slowly, our shafts sliding against each other.

“You’re perfect,” I tell him, my voice low. “Look at you like this. All wrecked and at my mercy.”

Connor moans and kisses me messily. I stroke faster, twisting my wrist on the upstroke, and he’s trembling beneath me. I can feel him getting close, his cock pulsing against mine.

“Adrian, I’m—”

“I know. Me too.”

His whole body goes taut as he spills over my hand. The sight and sound of it push me over the edge, and I’m coming, adding to the mess between us. Our cocks pulse together, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck, riding out the waves of pleasure.

For a minute neither of us moves. Connor’s skin is hot and sweaty under my cheek, and I can feel his heart gradually slowing. My hand is sticky, covered in both our releases, but I don’t care.

I should be spent, but I’m nowhere near sated.

I’ve been thinking about him all week. Watching him move across the practice field, close enough to touch but maintaining that careful distance. The tension that’s been building has finally broken loose, and I can’t stop it.

I lift my head to look at him. His eyes are closed, his face relaxed, the corner of his mouth tipped up. He looks thoroughly debauched and impossibly young, and I want him again already.

As if sensing my gaze, Connor opens his eyes. He lifts his head and kisses me, biting down on my lower lip hard enough tosting. I kiss him back, sucking his tongue into my mouth, and he whimpers.

I break away, breathing hard. “Connor.”

“I want you,” he says.

The words send heat straight to my cock. “Want me how?”

He fists his hand in my hair, his grip tight. “I don’t know. I just want to be closer to you. Please.”

I curse under my breath. My cock twitches against his thigh, already starting to harden again. “You drive me crazy when you’re begging like that.”

“Then give me what I want.”

“You’ve got no idea how much I want to.” I keep my voice firm. “But not on your first time with a guy.”

He looks disappointed, and I hate that I put that expression on his face. I need to offer him an alternative that works for both of us.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I ask.

Connor stares at me. “You’d do that?”

“Why not?” I shrug. “I want you to. And I’m verse.”

He looks stunned.

“Why are you so surprised?”

He blushes, the color spreading down his neck. “I just… I assumed you only topped.”

I laugh. “Why?”

“Just the vibe you give off, I guess.”

“Vibe?” I lean down, scraping my teeth along his jawline. He whimpers, and I feel his cock stiffen against my thigh.

I love his cock. I hadn’t fully registered it that first morning in my hotel room, too dazed by what was happening to catalog the details. But now, pressed against him, I can appreciate it properly. Not as long as mine but thicker, with a plump head that’s already flushed and leaking again. The guy is built like a cannon.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I murmur against his skin.