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He leaned down, his erection resting in the seam of my ass. “Yeah, but I bet your dick is as hard as mine and that’s not part of the job.”
“Shut up. It’s because it’s rubbing against my ass.”
He smirked against my skin. He didn’t need to see that he was correct because whenever his hands were on me, I was usually stiff. Plus, it was true that his erection was sliding against my butt and it was my body’s reaction. I couldn’t help it.
“How can I not be when we’re both naked and I’m so close to slipping into your tight hole?”
The thought had me shifting, and I rolled partway onto my side to give him a better angle on the spot I wanted him to rub now. He didn’t hesitate as his hand wrapped around my shaft and gave it a few jerks.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, pushing into his grip.
“Now this is a full body massage, and one I could give you all day.” He stroked me slowly, his thumb dragging over the tip to spread pre-cum down the length.
I huffed out a low laugh. “Skip wouldn’t like us missing the game.”
“Parker would flip. Or hell, maybe he’d drag Matthewson in. Have their husbands fucking them right next to us.”
“Jesus,” I muttered, but my dick twitched in his hand as I pictured what he was describing.
“You like imagining Parker getting his dick sucked right next to you with Matthewson bending over for Gage while I’m balls-deep in you?”
I growled at the image in my mind of all of us sweating and naked. The sounds we would make in the small room. The smell of lube and cum. Rockland’s mouth stretched around Parker’s shaft while Matthewson begged his husband to fuck him harder. Knox driving into me through it all.
“Yeah, you like thinking about all of them?” he probed.
I groaned, pushing back into his grip. My breath went rough as Knox’s cock pressed harder against my ass.
“You want it that bad?” he asked. “Want me to fuck you like we’ve got an audience?”
“Yes,” I panted.
He let go of my dick just long enough to reach for the lube still sitting on the table from the night before. I got onto all fours, then his slick digits were pushing into me. I rocked back into his hand.
“Just like that, baby,” he rasped and reached around to stroke me at the same time as his fingers worked my hole. “Get yourself ready for me.”
Grinding against his fingers as he twisted them, I let out a low whimper and pushed deeper.
“That’s it. Keep moving like that. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
I moaned low, rocked back harder, and felt him screw deeper inside me.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said. “Gripping me like you don’t want to let go.”
I couldn’t help but clench around him again.
“I’m gonna stretch you open so good they’ll wonder why you’re moving slow behind the plate.”
“Knox …”
“I know. You’re close. Could make you come just like this, though.”
I sucked in air, my hips working back on his hand, chasing more.
“Bet you’d let me. But that’s not what you want, is it?”
I shook my head. “No. Fuck me already.”
He pulled his fingers free, grabbed more lube to coat his hand, and then he stroked himself a few times. Getting between my parted legs, he lined up behind me. The first push had me fisting the sheets until he was buried all the way, both of us groaning as he filled me.
