Page 27 of Praised By the Cornerback

Connor curses, then pushes me off and turns us over in one smooth motion. I’m suddenly on my back with him looming over me, his hands braced on either side of my head. The easy strength with which he manhandles me sends another wave of arousal through me.

I love that he can do that. That he’s strong enough to pin me down, to take control if he wanted to. But he chooses to trust me instead, with his first time and his uncertainty.

Connor grins down at me, that crooked canine tooth flashing. “Guess I’m taking care of you now.”

9

Connor

Adrian digs a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms out of the bag beside the bed.

“Came prepared,” I say.

Adrian doesn’t look the least bit caught out. “I don’t leave things to chance.”

I play it cool, but my heart’s doing that stuttering thing again. This is really happening. I’m about to have sex with Adrian Vega. With a man, and it should freak me out, but it doesn’t. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in a while.

Adrian pops the cap on the lube and pours some onto his fingers. He spreads his legs wider, one knee bent, the other falling open, and I have a perfect view as he reaches down between his thighs.

I stop breathing.

His fingers circle his entrance, spreading the lube, and then he’s pushing one inside himself. Just the tip at first, and I watch the way his face changes. His eyes go half-closed, his lips parting on a soft exhale. He pushes deeper, past the first knuckle, then the second, and his whole body shifts with the intrusion.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

Adrian glances at me, that smirk playing at his mouth even as he works his finger deeper. “You okay over there, Boy Scout?”

I’m gripping my cock at the base, squeezing hard to keep myself from coming just from watching him. “You’re killing me.”

“Don’t die on me yet.” He adds a second finger, the stretch making him grunt. “I need you inside me.”

I let out a choked laugh and give myself a few strokes, just enough to take the edge off. I’m so worked up it’s starting to hurt. I force myself to breathe. To focus on something other than the sight of Adrian Vega fingering himself open on the bed in front of me.

It doesn’t work. I can’t look away, greedy for every detail of him. The way his fingers disappear inside his body, the flex of his thighs as he adjusts his position, the flush spreading down his chest. His cock is hard again, lying thick and flushed against his abs.

He adds more lube, his fingers moving easier now, and the wet sounds fill the room. I watch him fuck himself on his hand, his hips lifting off the mattress, chasing the sensation. His free hand comes up to his chest, fingers circling one of his nipples, and he moans.

The sound goes straight to my dick.

“Do you need any help?”

Adrian looks at me, his eyes dark and hungry. “Please.”

I grab the lube with shaking hands and pour some over my fingers. It’s cold, and I rub them together to warm it up. Then I reach out, my hand hovering near where his fingers are still buried inside himself. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.”

I hesitate. “Uh, aren’t you going to remove your fingers?”

“No.” His voice is calm. “Just put yours in. I can take it.”

I stare at him. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” He shifts his hips, spreading his legs wider. “Do it, Boy Scout.”

I curse under my breath and line up my index finger next to his two. The angle is awkward, and when I start pushing in, the resistance is immediate. It’s so tight I think for a second it’s not going to work. That there’s no way this is going to fit, that I’m going to hurt him.

But then Adrian takes a deep breath and relaxes, his muscles loosening, and suddenly my finger pushes in alongside his.