Page 107 of Shift Change

He gasped, grinding against me. I shifted my hips enough to slide my leaking cock along his thigh.

“Feel that?” I asked. “That’s what you do to me. Just from blowing you, I’m hard.Aching.I could fuck you for hours and still not get enough.” I nipped at his earlobe. “But you don’t get it simply because you asked. I want you panting, telling me how empty you feel, how much you need me inside you.”

“Chuck,” he moaned, writhing under me, trying to get me to slide between his legs.

I backed off enough to drive him insane, my cock brushing across his without giving him what he wanted.

“Tell me how bad you need to be stretched open,” I said.

His fingers clawed at my back, hips jerking helplessly.

“Please—fuck, I need it. I need your cock. I want to feel it. I need you to split me open and fuck me so deep I’ll be sore for days. I’m yours, use me like you mean it.”

I growled, low and wild, and rutted against him. “That’s it. You’re not just going to feel me, babe. You’re going torememberme.” My heart rattled like a snare drum played too close—sharp and staccato, almost tinny. “How do you want it?”

“From behind?” His voice was soft, almost shy, and his ears were red. “You get deeper that way. And pound me harder.”

God, I knew exactly what he meant. He was playing the part, like we always did, but underneath the filth and teasing, the familiar rhythm, there was more. There always was.

I grinned. “Yeah? You want it doggy style?”

“Well… your nameisDog.”

“Fuck. I love when you whine and beg while I fuck you like that.”

He smiled, happy I’d picked up on the game, and leaned into it. “I’m itchy inside,” he said, already squirming. “Please make me your cock slut.”

I ran a finger from one nipple to the other and pinched gently. “You really want it, huh? You’ll let me do whatever I like?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “As long as you plow my ass with that big dick.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You expect me to believe one of the biggest studs in pro hockey is going to let me bend him over and wreck his hole?”

He nodded. “And then do it again.”

“Show me.” I kept my voice low. “I’m not giving you anything until you show me how bad you need it.”

His brow knit, like he wasn’t sure if I was serious this time. “Please?” he rasped.

I gave him a slow, merciless shake of my head. “Not even close, sweets. Come on. Show me.”

Without another word, he shifted onto his knees, facing away. His hands reached back, and he spread himself open for me—bold and shaking a little—as he arched his back and offered himself up. “Please fuck my hole,” he whispered, the need in his voice breaking me.

Jesus Christ. My lungs locked up, and my cock throbbed so hard it hurt. “That’s real pretty,” I said roughly. I let my gaze drag over him, lingering on the flushed, desperate clench of muscle. “Look at that tight little star. Doesn’t look like it can take me.”

He turned his head, his eyes blown wide with want. “It can. It’s yours.I’myours. Please fuck me.”

I licked my finger slowly and circled his entrance, making him whimper. “You’re winking for me, sweets. Your pretty little pink hole is tight as ever. Beg a little more.”

“Please,” he moaned, voice cracking apart like he was nothing but raw need. “Please, Chuck. I need you inside me. I need it so bad.”

I growled, finally giving in, because I lost my mind when he begged like that, showing me his hole like it was a fucking gift. He wanted my cock in there.Neededit.

“Please, Chuck,” he asked again. His voice was soft and needy.

I rolled to the side of the bed and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Propped against the headboard, I tossed it beside him. “Get yourself ready. You know I like to watch.”

He shifted to his back, legs bent toward me, and stared into my eyes while slicking his hand. I wrapped mine around my cock as he snapped the lid shut and let the bottle fall to the sheets. Then he raised his legs and held them open.

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