Page 56 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)

“Fuck, Harrison—”

Only him. Harrison was his.

Fuck, Harrison was so good with his mouth. It made it hard for him to think about anything when that devilish tongue was working his blood into a frenzy.

He looked down, entranced by the sight of Harrison Killinger on his knees in front of him, those startling blue eyes blinking up at him.

His expression was almost dazed. Emotions like lust, love, happiness and determination all melded into something indescribable, but could maybe be put into one word.

Mine .

Harrison hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jett’s pants and tugged them down, letting them pool around his ankles.

He wrapped a hand around Jett’s cock and leaned in, taking him into his mouth in one smooth motion, swallowing him down to the base.

The warmth, the pressure—it stole the breath right out of Jett’s lungs as Harrison set a slow, deliberate pace.

“Shiiiiit.”

Jett couldn’t look away. He watched wide-eyed as Harrison bobbed his head, thrusting his cock into the back of his throat at a steady rhythm, moaning like he was the one getting his dick sucked.

The sight was so undeniably hot that it was making Jett’s toes curl.

He had already been close before, and now he was rapidly approaching the edge with every forward thrust of his hips.

Harrison’s hands moved from his waist to his ass, cupping him hard as Jett fucked his mouth. One of his long fingers slipped between his cheeks, resting over his hole and applying the smallest amount of pressure. That pressure was all he needed.

“Fuck, Killinger—I’m—”

The finger pressed inside at the same time Harrison took him all the way in, holding himself there and swallowing to add the perfect amount of pressure.

Jett came hard down Harrison’s throat, legs trembling and threatening to drop out from under him.

He shoved his knuckles in his mouth and bit down, trying to stifle the sounds he was making, but he wasn’t sure how well it worked .

Harrison didn’t pull off until Jett was finished. He grinned at him, hair mussed and lips swollen red, looking like he’d just scored a game-winning goal.

“Good?”

Jett was still panting. He took a second to compose himself, sliding down the door to sit in front of Harrison.

“Yeah,” he said with a chuckle. “Very good. Maybe too good.”

“I didn’t realize that was a thing.” Harrison winced and put his hands on the floor to help push himself up. “You don’t have to return the favour if you’re tired. It’s late, and you played hard tonight.”

Jett pulled his pants off along with his shoes so he wouldn’t trip and scrambled to his feet. He had his arms around Harrison for support before he could protest.

It took a second to steady him, but then he wrapped his arms around Jett in a hug.

“Stop worrying about my leg,” Harrison chided. “I’m fine.”

“Walk away from me without a limp and I’ll believe you.”

Harrison scoffed and kissed the top of his head. “You can be such a brat.”

“Shut up and take your clothes off, Killinger.” Jett pulled on his tie, not giving him a chance to opt out. “We have a day off tomorrow, and Mini Killinger is coming for a visit. I’m getting fucked tonight, so you can either participate or lay on the bed and think of England.”

“What the fuck are you even saying right now?”

Jett let out a frustrated growl when he fumbled over the buttons of Harrison’s shirt. He decided to use a page from his boyfriend’s book and rip the damn thing open, sending buttons clinking to the floor.

“Get naked and get on the bed. That’s what I’m fucking saying.”

He expected Harrison to give him grief, but he laughed. “You want to be in charge tonight, Fraser?”

Jett glanced up at him, trying his best to look coy. “Can I, sir?”

Harrison’s erection was still tenting his suit pants. It hadn’t flagged, so Jett used it to his advantage and wrapped his hand around it, giving it a firm squeeze.

Harrison’s mouth fell open, and then he gritted his teeth and grumbled .

“Alright.”

Jett stepped back, his eyes glued to Harrison’s body while he watched him take off the rest of his clothes. All the delicious hard lines of muscle. He neatly trimmed chest hair. The grooves in his pelvis that led down to his impressively sized cock.

Goddamn. Jett felt like he’d been kissed breathless all over again.

Harrison’s limp was barely noticeable as he went to the bed and lay down. He got comfortable, propping his head on his folded arms, giving Jett that smirk that drove him crazy.

“See something you like?”

Was he drooling? He felt like he might be drooling.

Jett didn’t answer him. He went to the bed, stopping to get the lube from his bag before climbing onto Harrison’s lap. His eyes drank in the sight of the beautiful man under him. He couldn’t help but touch, his fingers grazing over his chest and stomach, entranced by how the muscles twitched.

“Jett…”

Large, warm hands found their way onto his waist, dragging upward until one reached the darkening bruise on his ribs. Jett hissed at the contact. The area was tender, but Harrison was being gentle with him.

“Does it hurt badly?”

Jett bit his lip and shook his head. Even if it did, he would never admit it. He didn’t want Harrison to take his hands off him.

He opened the bottle of lube and squirted some onto his hand.

He caught Harrison staring at that hand until it disappeared behind his back.

Jett grinned as he buried two fingers inside himself to the knuckle, letting out a gasp at the sudden stretch.

He didn’t want to take forever to get Harrison inside of him, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to open himself up quickly.

He closed his eyes, sneaking glances every now and then at Harrison’s face as he worked himself open. Harrison couldn’t choose between watching his hands that were roaming over Jett’s body to Jett’s arm as it moved when he thrust fingers inside him.

“Jesus, Jett. Let me help, please .”

“Such a baby,” said Jett. “Go ahead, you can touch. ”

He liked it when Harrison took control, and he knew it would eventually switch to that, but there was something about the pleading looks he kept getting from his boyfriend that made him feel powerful.

Harrison’s finger slid in next to his, and Jett moaned. God, they were so long. He had no problem finding Jett’s prostate, pressing against it hard enough to make precum leak from his cock.

“Oh god .”

“No gods,” Harrison snarled. “Just me.” He stopped to apply more lube and then remove Jett’s fingers to replace them with three of his own.

Jett was making a mess on Harrison’s stomach as he leaned over him, rocking his hips slowly, taking Harrison’s fingers inside of him as deep as they would go. He wanted more, but it felt so good.

“Enough,” said Jett. “I’m ready.”

Harrison smirked and raised an eyebrow at the demanding tone in his voice, but he withdrew and moved his hands back to Jett’s hips.

Jett reached behind him, taking hold of Harrison’s cock and earning a hiss from the man under him. Fuck, he felt so hard and hot in his grip. He couldn’t wait to take it all inside of him.

He raised himself and slotted the head of Harrison’s cock to his entrance, taking one breath before sinking down.

The grip on his hips turned bruising, but Harrison didn’t stop him or push him to take him faster.

Once comfortably seated, Jett propped himself up on Harrison’s chest, smirking at him. “I think I’m starting to tame this monster cock of yours, Killinger.”

Harrison snorted in disbelief. “You’re such a fucking dork.”

Jett didn’t bother responding; he raised himself again before dropping hard enough to steal the air from their lungs. He repeated the motion, watching in awe as Harrison’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Jett rode him hard, addicted to the sounds leaving Harrison’s mouth and the feeling of being filled at the perfect angle. They were being loud—way too loud—but Jett was too focused on chasing his orgasm like a man possessed.

He knew Harrison wasn’t far behind him. Even though his legs were already starting to burn, Jett was confident he could get them both over the edge as long as his knees didn’t give out .

When his hands started slipping on Harrison’s chest, he grabbed the headboard instead, rocking his hips so hard that the bedframe bumped against the wall.

“ Fuckfuckfuck .” He was close, so fucking close, but he still couldn’t get there.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Harrison’s voice rumbled under him. “So desperate and needy for my cock, Fraser. Do you want to cum?”

Jett nearly sobbed, his thrusts growing frantic. “Yes— yes —”

“Then cum.”

Fucking fireworks exploded behind Jett’s eyelids. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them.

Harrison kept his hands on Jett’s hips, fucking him through his orgasm as his hands slipped off the headboard and he flopped to Harrison’s chest. There was still pressure inside of him that needed to be released. He could cum again—he could—

The world spun around, and Jett was suddenly looking up at the hotel room ceiling. Harrison hadn’t even pulled out when he threw both of Jett’s legs over one of his broad shoulders and thrust fully back inside of him.

Jett could do nothing but lay there and take it as Harrison found the perfect angle and fucked him with long, hard thrusts. His hips snapped forward, driving more and more sounds out of him as the bed smacked loudly into the wall.

Jett was still coming, he was coming again, or had he ever stopped? He had no idea. The only thing he could comprehend was the mind-numbing pleasure of being filled so deeply he could feel the echoes of it in his nervous system.

“Fuck, you take me so good.”

No, he couldn’t keep talking. Jett was going to pass out.

“You were made for this, Jett. Made for me. ”

He couldn’t take it. He was going to lose his mind.

“You know what to do, Fraser.”

No, he really didn’t. He didn’t even know his own name right now.

“Cum on my cock like a good boy .”

Jett took one last gasping breath as his orgasm punched through him with the force of a bomb detonating. He called out Harrison’s name again and again, clinging to him as he filled him with one final thrust and emptied himself inside.

The world was spinning around him. Everything was off kilter. Fuck, he felt like he was going to separate from his body and float out of the room.

“Jett?”

Harrison’s voice sounded distant—like he was talking to him from the opposite end of a long corridor.

“What’s up?”

He felt like he’d spoken clearly, but the words sounded slurred to his ears.

“Shit.”

Jett wanted to ask him what he was cursing about, but his eyelids were growing too heavy to keep open.

“Love you…” said Jett. He felt guilty about leaving Harrison to clean them both up, and he knew they had to leave, but he couldn’t stay awake any longer. A five-minute nap wouldn’t kill anyone. “Thank you…love you…”

Harrison’s dry chuckle followed him into the darkness of sleep.

Just five minutes—maybe ten—