Page 53 of Catch
“Before I completely lose my head—” Jett whispers.
“Which one?”
“Both of them. You should know that I got tested after Renner. Everything’s good.”
“I got tested two weeks ago. I’m good too.”
Good doesn’t evenbeginto describe what’s happening right now.
I wrap my free hand around his dick and feel it pulse hot and hard in my hand. The only dick I’ve ever played around with is my own, so this feels strange, but also really fucking incredible. And I don’t know if it’s Jett or the thrill that someone could catch us, but my cock starts leaking so much precum that I make a complete mess of my jeans.
He leans in and takes my lips in a scorching kiss, and I have my answer.
It’s definitely Jett.
For once, I don’t care about my orgasm. All I want is to give him pleasure. When his eyes glaze over, I know I’m on the right track. His breath hitches and there’s an urgency in the thrust of his hips. One that matches mine.
“Of course you had to be good at this too,” he moans.
I can’t help but smirk.
“Bet you come first.”
Jett shakes his head.
“Get ready to lose again, hockey boy.”
I’m about to bite back with another smart-ass reply, but Jett takes both of our cocks in his hand, jerking us off together. His dick rubbing against mine, his hands, his everything… holy shit, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Or experienced. When his free hand cups my heavy balls and tugs, my legs quake and my eyes roll back in my head. But Jett isn’t done torturing me yet. He teases my taint with one rough fingertip, and fuck, I’m about to lose it.
“Mark me with your cum.”
Jett’s raspy demand pushes me right over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck!” I shout as my climax unleashes. “Jett!”
I’m loud. Really loud. I always thought sounds echoed more in enclosed spaces, but out here on the trail, it’s like I’ve shouted into a megaphone. Everyone on campus can probably hear me coming. I’m too blissed out to care one way or the other. The orgasm hits me so hard that my vision blurs. I can’t stop fucking Jett’s fist, chasing the unrelenting high. The feel of his cock against mine, his hot breath teasing my lips, it’s all so fucking amazing. Pulses of hot cum shoot out of my dick and all over Jett.
He wanted me to mark him, and damn, I gave it my all.
Through the haze of pleasure, I watch as Jett reaches his own. He’s so fucking gorgeous that I don’t know where to look first. I’m greedy for all of it—all of him.
“Fuck, yes,” Jett moans. “Ethan.”
Our gazes lock and neither of us looks away. It’s intimate, staring at him while he comes. He loses his grip on our cocks, grabs hold of my ass, and pulls me in as tight as we can get. Our kisses are deep and frantic as we hump each other. Another jolt of pleasure slams into me, and I come again, creating an even stickier mess between us.
Several minutes pass as we both stand there, gasping for air, unable, unwilling, to move. If it weren’t for the fact I was leaning against Jett, and the tree, I’d pass out and fall on my ass for sure. We should clean up and zip up before anyone finds us like this, but I’m finding it difficult to do anything other than stay where I am, breathing in the smell of our sex.
I want to kiss him again, touch him all over, and I don’t want to stop.
“What the fuck was that?” Jett whispers.
I can’t help but smile against his lips.
“That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. And I want to do it again.”
Jett stiffens in my arms.
“No.”
