The End Zone (Atlanta Lightning 2)

“That’s not very nice.”

“I beg to differ. I’m very, very nice.” He shimmied his hips, taking his jeans down until they were just below his ass, then turned, and damned if I wasn’t salivating again.

He was wearing a G-string. I’d never seen a dude in a G-string before. “Jesus, you’re killing me here. How come I’ve never seen you wear those before?”

“Maybe I was already planning on seducing you when I got home. I made sure to be ready for you.” He bent over, ass toward me, and he shook it before looking over his shoulder, hand in front of his mouth, as if to say, Oops. His ass was fucking perfect, so round and tight.

“Why aren’t we just getting to the fucking?” But the moment I said it, and even though I was excited as hell to get inside him, I was glad it happened this way—that we found this bond between us and let it grow before we ended up here. If we hadn’t, there likely never would have been a Darren and Jeremy.

“I’ll make it worth the wait.”

“It already is,” I admitted. “You are.”

Emotion flashed in his blue eyes, but he just winked and played it off. I watched as he continued his striptease, pulling his jeans off before climbing onto the bed and straddling me, still wearing the G-string. He grabbed my good arm and tugged it around his body until I grabbed his ass.

We made out that way, Jeremy writhing on my lap, rubbing against my erection as I palmed his ass and kissed him. We moved together like a well-studied play, one I’d run so many times, I could do it perfectly, without thinking.

“You have a big fucking cock, so one of us is going to have to play around back there to stretch me. You want me to do it, or do you want to?”

Well, shit. If that wasn’t a loaded question, I didn’t know what was. I wanted the full experience, wanted to know what it was like to part those creamy cheeks of his and push my fingers inside, but the thought of seeing him do it? That was hot as fuck too.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe?” I teased.

“There will be time later for whichever you don’t choose now.”

A lifetime, if I had anything to say about it. “I want to do it.”

“Lie flat.” Jeremy got off me and took off the underwear. When I was in position, he straddled me with his ass toward my face, his mouth level with my groin. Fuck yes.

His cheeks already spread some because of his position, and I got my first glimpse of the pink pucker tucked in between them.

Jeremy reached behind himself while leaning down at the same time. He must have a strong-as-fuck core, because he spread himself open while tonguing my shaft at the same time.

“Oh fuck.” I damn near could have come right then. He was…so fucking perfect. His hole so small and tight. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be inside him.

I sucked my finger, then rubbed it over his rim, watching it clench and loosen. I grabbed the lube, fumbled it. Jeremy stopped licking me to try and help, but I shook my head. “I got it.”

It was stupid, this macho feeling that I had to do as much of this as I could without his help.

“Okay.” He went back to work, sucking me now as I somehow managed to pump lube onto my fingers and tease him again. It was so sexy, watching him tighten and let go, all the while wondering what that warmth would feel like around me.

I pushed at him with one finger. Jeremy moaned as the tip dipped inside. Just feeling it around me, along with the wet suction of his mouth around my cock, was nearly enough to send me careening into orgasm.

I pushed deeper, fucked him, in and out. My bad arm pulsed with pain but I did my best to ignore it. “Damn, you don’t know how hot this is. Where is your prostate?” He’d told me enough about it that I wanted to play with his and…well, fuck if I couldn’t wait for him to play with mine too.

“Crook your finger some. It’ll be an almost spongy area that—” I did as he said and, “Oh fuck, right there. Rub it, but not too much or this will be over before it starts.”

He thrust his hips up when he took me into his mouth again, sucking me as I flicked my finger over that spot inside him. My whole body felt light and floaty, this tingling taking me over from head to toe. I worked a second finger in, watching it stretch him, his body opening up for me.

I wanted more than one hand to use on him, but that thought flew out the window when I felt pressure move beneath my balls, to my crease.