Page 29 of Praised By the Cornerback

I push deeper, and Adrian’s body opens for me. Takes me in until I’m fully seated, my hips flush against his. The sensation steals my breath. I drop my forehead to his shoulder and just try to remember how to breathe.

“Move,” Adrian says. “Please, I need you to move.”

I do. Pulling out slowly, then pushing back in. The slide is easier now, and Adrian groans beneath me. I establish a rhythm, slow and deep, and his hands come up to grip my shoulders.

The hotel room fills with the sound of our breathing, our groans, the slide of my cock moving in and out of his body. Adrian’s making these small sounds every time I push in, and they’re driving me crazy.

“Christ. Every time you hit that spot, I feel it everywhere.”

I want to go faster, want to slam into him and chase the pleasure building at the base of my spine. But I’m also terrified this is going to end too soon. That I’ll come in thirty seconds like some overexcited teenager and ruin everything.

I slow my movements, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Adrian whimpers.

“Turn over,” I tell him.

He looks confused for a second, then understanding crosses his face. He shifts beneath me and I pull out, giving him space tomove. He rolls onto his stomach, then pushes up onto his hands and knees. The new position puts his whole back on display, the flex of his shoulders, the curve of his ass.

He looks over his shoulder at me, his expression heated. “Well? Put that cock back inside me, Boy Scout.”

I move closer, running my hands over the curves of his ass. “Bossy.”

“You love it.”

Hell, I do. I love how he takes control even on his knees, how he knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask.

I line myself up and push back in with one smooth thrust. The angle is different this time, the slide easier because he’s looser and more relaxed now. I sink in deep and Adrian drops his head forward, moaning.

“I’m not gonna break,” he says. “Come on, don’t hold back.”

I start moving faster, my hips snapping forward. Skin slaps against skin, and Adrian’s pushing back to meet every thrust. His arms are shaking, his back muscles flexing, and I can’t stop staring at the sight of my cock disappearing inside him over and over.

“Harder,” Adrian demands.

I grip his hips tight and drive into him harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone, because Adrian can take it. He’s as strong as me, and I don’t have to hold back or worry about hurting him. He takes everything I give him and asks for more.

“That’s it,” Adrian groans. “Your cock feels so good stretching me.”

The praise shoots straight through me. I slam into him, chasing the pleasure and the sounds he makes, and we’re bothgetting close. Adrian’s whole body is shaking, his moans taking on a desperate edge.

I wrap one arm around his chest and pull him up with me, so we’re both kneeling on the bed. The position changes the angle again. He cries out.

My other hand reaches forward, wrapping around his cock. It’s hot and slick in my palm, and I start stroking in time with my thrusts. Adrian covers my hand with his, our fingers tangling together, both of us working him.

“You feel incredible,” I murmur against his neck. “Fucking made for me.”

“Filling me up good, Boy Scout. I’m so close.” Adrian’s voice is wrecked. “Come inside me, I want to feel it.”

His words shove me over the edge. My orgasm tears through me, stealing my breath. I lock up, buried deep inside him, as my cock pulses. The sensation goes on forever, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through my body.

Adrian follows a moment later. His cock jerks in our joined hands, spilling over our fingers and onto the sheets below. He’s shaking in my arms, gasping, and I hold him through it as he comes apart.

For a long moment we just stay like that. Kneeling on the bed, me buried inside him, both of us panting. I’m completely blissed out, my head empty, every muscle in my body loose and satisfied.

Eventually Adrian shifts and I slip out of him. We collapse sideways onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin. I take care of the condom and reach for Adrian. He comes willingly, his back pressed to my chest, and I bury my face in thecrook of his neck. His scent fills my lungs. Cologne and sweat and sex, and underneath it all, just him.

We lie there in silence for a while. My heart gradually slows, my breathing evening out. I should feel awkward or be having a crisis about what just happened. I’m not. This feels right.

“Still think I’m a Boy Scout?” I ask.