Page 101 of Scoring Zone
“Don’t you dare come until I’m inside you.” He yanks his fingers out as my dick falls from his mouth. A chuckle escapes him as I growl in protest. “On your side. Tell me how we’re doing this.”
I sink into the bed and pull my top leg up to my chest. “Fuck me like this, and I’ll show you a trick.” My hand comes into contact with his hip, and I pull him toward me.
“Trick sex, huh? Interesting.” He lines himself up, and the stretch of his entry is the most welcome burn. My body has been hungry for him. Each stroke is slow, and I feel every inch of him.
I reach one arm back behind my head to thread my fingers in his short hair. He circles his pelvis and hits my gland, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.
“I never want to live without you,” he pants in my ear. “You are the most important person in my life.”
“I’m here, Tinny. I’m yours,” I declare, and his fingers dig into me. His thrusts get harder and wilder, which we need to avoid. It could prolong his recovery or worsen his symptoms even though he seems symptom-free.
“Get ready. We’re turning so you’re on your back.” I palm his ass cheek to keep our bodies connected and rise up so when he’s lying down, I’m riding him reverse cowboy.
“Holy fuck.” His hands wrap around my hips and pull me down onto his cock. “In my life, I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight as your ass swallowing my cock. You’re sucking me in. Sunshine, I won’t last long.”
“Thought I was the dirty talker.” My words come out breathy. “Fill me up so you’re inside me all day.” I increase my pace, slamming onto him.
“I want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours. So they know we chose each other and no one else can have you. Ever.”
His words light up all my senses. The privilege of being claimed by my Tinny, my Austin, known as the famous Ace Lapointe, is monumental.
“No one else. Ever.” My hands are on his shins as we work in tandem to fuck me on his cock. Tinny moans and his legs spasm. He’s close, and I don’t want to miss watching his face while he orgasms. “Hold on, cowboy.” Even with my best effort, I can’t swing around and keep him inside me.
It’s worth it to see his eyes roll back in his head as I impale myself on his rock-hard length.
“I’m so close.” His hands circle my waist, thumbs stroking my stomach.
“Don’t hold back. Give me your cum.” My fingers splay across his chest, giving me leverage as I grind harder and faster, sweating with the effort.
I lean forward, and the change in angle creates a delicious drag against my prostate. My orgasm goes from a building pressure to a detonation of all of my cells. I’m scattered everywhere.
Tinny gathers me in his arms, buries his face in my neck, and pumps his cum into my ass. His embrace, whispers of love, and a flood of cum, bring me back together piece by piece. I’m disconnected, but he’s here to catch me and make me whole.
We’re clinging to each other as if afraid something will rip us apart. The only sounds are our harsh breaths and racing hearts.
With tremendous effort, I ease back. “Look at me, Tinny.”
Gorgeous blue eyes, filled with love, meet my gaze. His pupils are a normal size, and I move a finger for him to track.
He bursts out laughing. “No one else could blow my mind and then examine me for a head injury. I love you more than words.”
“We can’t be too careful.” I smack his ass. “Your brain is a vital part of you and, dare I say, one of your most important organs. We need to treat it with reverence and vigilance.”
“We should take a vacation, and I’ll let you pamper me and my brain in luxury.”
“Don’t tempt me.” I lay him down while he’s still lodged inside me.
“I’m serious. As soon as Doc clears me, we should go somewhere. It will take my mind off not being in the playoffs.” He pushes my damp hair back and cups my face. “With my concussion, the team isn’t counting on me for anything. It’s a rare time with no expectations.”
“You’re serious.” My heart rate kicks up. Tinny hasn’t taken more than a long weekend off in years. So long I can’t even remember.
“Let me take you away. Pick anywhere and we’ll go.”
My brain turns to mush as if I’m the one with the concussion. I love traveling with the team, but we don’t get to sightsee. The world suddenly seems too big, and the possibilities endless. It’s impossible to choose one place.
“Think about it and let me know.” He kisses me tenderly.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Greece. I fantasized about going to Camp Half-Blood with Percy Jackson as a kid and—”
