Page 90 of Catch
“I told you; I like playing with my ass. I’ll like it even more when you do it.”
Ethan is full of surprises. I slip my fingers down his crease, and when I slide over his hole, he shudders and kisses me so passionately I can’t breathe.
“Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”
I rub his hole, his taint.
“More, Jett, more.”
“Lube?” I whisper.
He grunts and releases me to reach for his nightstand. When he pulls out a tube of lube and throws it on the bed, I grab it and slick up my hand. And then he’s on me again, kissing me furiously.
“Get your finger in my ass.”
The hoarse demand has me reaching down, sliding a slick finger between his ass cheeks and over his hole. I tap it gently, then push the tip inside.
“Yes, fuck yes. Love that.”
He closes his eyes and shudders.
“Good?”
“More, please. Now.”
I chuckle at his needy command and push my fingerinside him, going slow and easy. I want to make it good for him.
“Deeper,” he rasps.
“Are you sure?”
“Baby, I need it.”
I drill my finger deeper, and when I hit his prostate, he jolts and shouts my name.
“Right there! God, don’t fucking stop.”
Ethan cups my jaw and devours my mouth, sucking on my tongue. I can taste myself on his lips, and I love that he holds nothing back. His hands cup my ass as he pulls me in as close as we can get, not an inch, not a breath between us. We hump fast and hard, like it’s a competition that we’re both determined to win.
“Jett, baby,” he moans, and my balls draw up tight. “I need you to come for me.”
I don’t need to touch myself at all; I’m going to come like this.
I thrust my hips one more time and it’s game over. I’m coming hard, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as Ethan jerks in my arms. He shouts my name as hot lashes of cum—his, mine—make a mess of both of us.
Ethan collapses on top of me, and I relish it as he buries his face in my neck.
“We’re damn good at that,” he pants.
“Yeah, but we’ve got zero staying power,” I chuckle and slowly withdraw my finger from his hole.
When I start kneading his ass cheeks, he grunts and rubs against me.
“But practice makes perfect.”
I smile against his cheek.
“Or as close as we can get.”
