Page 106 of Play Maker

I scrambled to stand up and thankfully, I only had to take two steps until I hit the bed. One of them. I tumbled onto the mattress, and leaned on my forearms, my head hanging low, my body vibrating with anticipation and nerves. But when Jace got on the bed behind me, his skin touching mine, I began to shake.

“You tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Jace,” I bit out, sweat trickling down my face. “I swear to God, if you make me wait any longer?—”

He suddenly swatted my ass, and the bite of pain had me groaning out loud.

“You were saying?” he quipped and squeezed my cheeks.

“That’s more like it.”

I heard the click of the lube cap, and then Jace’s warm fingers were on me, one holding my ass cheek and the other teasing my crease, rubbing up and down and over my hole, then my taint. It was so good and yet, not nearly enough.

“More,” I urged him, spreading my knees wider, offering him my hole.

One orgasm with Jace was never enough and my cock leaked furiously, my balls so damn tight. I noticed Jace’s sharply indrawn breath and glanced over my shoulder. He was staring at me intently, his chest moving in and out like he was running at full speed, not kneeling behind me.

Our eyes met and he gave me a wicked grin before lowering his head.

I turned back to the headboard and reached for a pillow, knowing that what was about to happen next was going to leave me screaming.

Loudly.

Sure enough, the moment Jace’s skillful tongue speared my sensitive hole, I was done for.

But he didn’t just lick my hole, he tongue fucked me until I was an incoherent mess. I shoved my face into the pillow and released a strangled groan. The sound was muffled, thank God, otherwise it would’ve had everyone in this hotel banging on our door in no short order.

“Mmm,” he whispered and flicked his hot tongue over my rim. “How badly do you want me inside you?”

“More than anything. Please.”

“Since you beg so nicely,” Jace teased and slid one slick finger over my hole.

“Only for you.”

“That’s right. Only for me,” he replied and pushed the tip of his finger inside me. “Mine.”

“Yes.”

I pushed my ass back, trying to take more of him. The burn was intense, but I was relaxed from the rimming, and ready for more. Ready for all of it.

He pushed his finger in deeper, slowly, taking his time. Driving me insane.

“More, Jace. Please,” I demanded, clutching the pillow so tight I’d probably rip the damn thing into a dozen pieces.

Jace pushed his finger in and out, and where there was pain at first, now there was intense pleasure. He added another finger, going slow and steady, deeper this time. And when he touched my prostate, everything in my body lit up like fireworks. I nearly came off the bed.

“Motherfucker!” I shouted, overcome with intense bliss.

“Is that good or bad?” he asked me, pausing.

“Good, so damn good. Fuck, I feel like a hockey god,” I admitted, having no idea if I was making sense or not.

Hockey god? Definitely not.

“Your ass is my temple,” Jace teased, pushing his fingers in and out. He grazed my prostate again and my climax threatened to let loose.

“Get your cock inside me before I come,” I moaned.

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