12. MILES

TWELVE

MILES

I am so goddamn full. My ass is stretched wide around Bilson’s cock, and I’m immediately kicking myself for wimping out every time and going with a smaller strap-on.

This? This is …

Bilson’s hips withdraw and snap up, forcing the most ridiculous moan from my chest. There’s a slight sting, but mostly, the feeling of fullness engulfs me, and it’s such a fucking turn-on to be split open like this. His fat cock passes over that spot that sends me wild, and it’s like a come-to-Jesus moment, right here in Bilson’s bed.

I swear from this moment forward to take nothing but butt busters every time.

That’s enough thinking about Bilson.

We agreed to lights out, and that didn’t happen, so I slam my eyes closed instead. I might have a dick in my ass, but I meant what I said to him: this is sex. No need to make things weird between us.

I’m just a man, sitting on a very, very realistic strap-on, begging it to pound my brains out.

With the ache fading, I start to move, building up a rhythm as I bounce on his cock. My dick bobs in front of me, hard as steel and begging for relief, but I refuse to touch myself. Refuse to give in to the need burning in my balls because if this is the only time I’m gonna have a dick in my ass, I’m making this last as long as possible.

Which I’m scared won’t actually be that long. For so long, I’ve been trying to find that high of the first time I was pegged, and nothing hit the same way. It felt good, of course—I wasn’t lying when I said I love it, but it’s hard to find a hookup who wants to try that out, let alone knows what they’re doing.

And Bilson? Holy damn, he knows what he’s doing.

“Ah, shit …” His breathing is getting gravelly. “So tight, Rook.”

The deep rumble of his voice slides through me, each low sound tingling in my ears, slipping down my neck, and shivering along my spine. My whole body is tuned into those harsh sounds, and having my eyes closed is making everything so much worse … or better. My body claims better, but I’m trying hard to forget it’s my teammate I’m screwing and rapidly failing at that task.

Might as well let go and lean in hard.

I’m being fucked by a man.

I’m sitting on Bilson’s cock, and I’m pretty confident this is the best sex of my life. I don’t know how to feel about that, so I distract myself instead. If we’re doing this, I want the full experience.

My eyes flutter open, taking in his muscular, hairy legs splayed across the bed, his big feet planted on the mattress. Curiosity burns through me as my gaze travels over his calves, up his thighs … just one peek. Just for interest’s sake.

Fuck. My dick is in the way.

I grunt out my frustration at not being able to see his balls. Now I’ve had the thought, it won’t leave me, this obsession buzzing in my bloodstream, making me hotter than I was even in the club.

My legs spread wider, and then I lean forward and plant my hands on the bed.

Bilson’s thrusts hitch, then freeze. “Nrg.”

“What?”

“Nearly came.”

My laugh is half-hearted at best. “Don’t give up on me that easy, old man.”

“Can you blame a guy? The second you leaned forward, I had a front-row view of me sliding into your ass.” He exhales hard. “So, so hot.”

Just hearing how tortured he sounds thrills me. I give him a minute, waiting for him to be ready again, and tilt my head down to see.

Bam.

There’s the money shot. His tight balls nestled beneath mine make my heart rate speed up. It’s so unexpectedly hot I reach down and cup us both.

Bilson shudders under me. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever feels good.” I roll us together, running my fingers over us both, and while it’s not the same stimulation as being pounded, there’s something beyond sexy about feeling a pair of balls against my own.

“In that case …” Bilson’s large hands land on my waist before sliding down to rest over my hips. His fingers curve around, teasingly close to my dick, and then he thrusts again. It’s slower this time but harder. He presses deep, taking his time, and I imagine that he’s watching every move and being turned on by the sight.

The slower pace lets me feel him. All of him. The girth, the length, the ridge of his tip every time he pulls almost all the way out. It’s agony. Sweet, sweet agony. My hands bunch in his blankets as I try to hold still and take it.

My patience doesn’t last long though. He sinks inside again, making every nerve in my ass scream for more. My head tosses back on a whimper, and when he pulls out, I follow him, desperately seeking that deliciously full stretch.

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll be embarrassed by how desperate I am for his cock, but right now, all I need is to feel it ruin me.

“That’s the best you’ve got, old man?” A smile trembles my lips. “You sure sex was never a problem in your marriages? I’m getting bored over here.”

Before I notice him move, Bilson wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me back against him. My knees are still on the bed, and I’m arched right back, plastered against his chest, his heaving panting filling my ear.

“Anyone ever told you that you’re a cocky little shithead?”

“No one important.”

He chuckles, hand on my hip tightening in warning. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

My dick throbs. “Prove it.”

“Prepare to have your mind blown, Rook.”

“My guy … I would love to have you try.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t start fucking me right away. Instead, he lets go of my hip and searches for something. I can’t turn my head—he’s still got me locked in tight, and my curiosity is burning.

Then something wraps down over my cock.

I groan. “Pussy pocket.”

“I got it ready while you were riding me.”

“No fair. Now I’m the one about to come.”

“You’re going to need to give me more time with your ass first.” His hand tightens around the toy, and the silicone hugs me deliciously. He’s filled it with lube, and between that and him being buried inside me, it’s all too much.

“No time like the present.”

Bilson thrusts up into me at the same time as he uses the sex toy to stroke me. I try to move against him, but even with all my flexibility, he’s got me pinned, and it’s awkward, so he ends up doing most of the work. It can’t be easy with my weight against him, but he’s not a star forward for nothing.

“You know,” he says by my ear. “Our first game during warm-ups, I saw you in this exact position. Bent right back like this. I never clued in to how hot it is until now.”

“This is nothing. You should see me with my legs behind my head.”

A low rumble fills his chest.

“That’s the only good reason for missionary.”

“I wanna see.”

“Nope. I’m being your good little cowboy. Impersonal. Fucking in the dark. All that crap.”

“Good point.” His grunts get deeper, less restrained. Mine are no better. I’m pressing back into him as much as I can, wanting more, wanting to be filled, to be owned. To be pounded within an inch of my life.

“Tell me my hole’s the best you’ve ever had.” The words fall out before I can stop them, but my brain’s swimming in a lust haze.

“No competition. So good, Miles. So, so good.”

My balls tighten with every word. “Tell me I’m a slut for you.”

He pauses for all of a fraction of a second, making my heart stop that I’ve gone and ruined it.

Then, his deep growl fills my ear. “You’re such a fucking slut for my cock.”

Oh holy shit.

He jerks me off hard and fast with the toy, relentless thrusts pegging my prostate and making me go cross-eyed. I’m total jelly. Bilson is in complete control, and I’m not so much approaching the edge as being thrown off it. His hard chest against my back, those heavy noises in my ear, large bicep against my throat, and when I reach behind me, hands sliding down his sides, there’s all hard angles there too.

It shouldn’t turn me on.

It fucking does.

My head drops back as his teeth sink into my ear. The pain shoots to my balls, and finally, the delirious pleasure releases. I come so hard into the fake pussy that my hips buck with each pulse.

“Fuck.” Bilson grabs my hips, and it only takes a few pumps before he follows me over.

We’re both sweaty and panting as we come down from the high.

The incredible, incredible high.

I swipe my sweaty hair back from my forehead, and bit by bit, what happened creeps into my consciousness.

We just had sex.

I slept with a teammate.

And I’m still lying on top of him.

Talk about going from the fire and straight into the ice.

What the hell did we do?