Page 77 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)

This wasn’t something he’d ever done before, not with a guy watching. He should have at least been embarrassed, but every time he glanced behind and saw those hungry blue eyes locked on him, heat sizzled through his veins.

“Curl your fingers,” Harrison ordered.

“Again.”

Again.

“Spread your thighs.”

He spread his thighs.

“Add more lube. Push four fingers in.”

He added more lube and pushed four fingers inside, tears gathering in his eyes at how good the stretch felt.

“Fuck yourself like that. Don’t come until I tell you.”

Jett’s chest was heaving, and his shoulder was burning from fatigue, but fuck he wanted this. He needed Harrison to take control of him until he was no longer a person, just motion with a driven purpose .

The wet sounds of his fingers fucking into him were almost drowned out by his loud moans and cries when he hit a particularly nice angle. He had been on the edge this entire time, but he wanted to be good; he wanted to follow orders so Harrison would reward him.

Toes curling, lungs aching and skin sweating, Jett held himself back from the edge by sheer willpower alone. His mind went quiet, leaving him suspended in a sense of euphoria that left him breathless.

“Good boy.”

Hands gripped his waist, heat searing into his skin.

“You’re such a good boy, Sunshine. So eager to please me.”

Jett didn’t stop because he hadn’t been given permission yet. The line between pain and pleasure became blurred, and he knew he was going to lose his mind if Harrison didn’t let him come.

The sound that left him when he was roughly flipped onto his back was not something he would ever be proud of, but he was already spreading his legs and opening his arms so Harrison could fall into them.

Harrison gave him a cocky grin as he looped his arms around Jett’s thighs, yanking half his body off the bed so he was resting on his lap, still sitting in the chair.

“Now come,” said Harrison, and then he lifted Jett up and swallowed his cock, sinking to the base.

Jett gave a strangled cry, his legs scrambling to wrap around Harrison’s neck so he could anchor himself to something. Three fingers bigger than his own thrust inside him, and his vision went white.

He was a babbling, teary-eyed mess as he emptied himself down Harrison’s throat, heels kicking into his boyfriend’s back, and hands gripping the blankets from the sheer intensity of his orgasm.

Harrison’s eyes never left him as he drank him down, slowly pulling off his cock with that annoying grin still in place. “You good?”

His voice sounded far away. Jett had lost his hearing at some point.

Frowning, he forced his muscles to relax before he strained a muscle and ruined the mood. “I wanted you to fuck me…”

Harrison scoffed and lifted Jett’s body off the bed, sitting him securely in his lap. He could feel the bulge of Harrison’s hard cock pressing into the crease of his ass, and even though he was exhausted, his dick was already rallying for a second round .

“I can make you come more than once, Sunshine. We’re in no rush here.”

Jett groaned when Harrison buried his face into his neck, sucking slow kisses onto his skin. He melted into his boyfriend’s arms as the kisses continued to the place behind his ear, along his jaw, over his chin and then finally to his mouth.

Jett tangled his fingers into Harrison’s dark hair, holding him in place as he swept his tongue into his mouth. He could taste his own bitterness on Harrison’s lips, which shouldn’t have been sexy, but it really fucking was.

Harrison let him take control for a minute, but then gripped Jett by the back of the neck and pulled him away. “How’s your shoulder?”

Jett’s brain wasn’t fully online, so it took him a second to figure out what Harrison was asking. “Shoulder? Shoulder is good. No pain.”

There was a flicker of something in Harrison’s eyes, and Jett had a sneaking suspicion that he was about to find out why that question was relevant.

“Good, you’re going to need it.”

Jett had no choice but to hold on to Harrison when he stood and walked them across the room. He thought maybe they were going to the bathroom to have shower sex, but when they stopped in front of the giant glass windows facing the ocean, his mind drew a blank.

Harrison set him on his feet and pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth before turning him around so he could look out the window. They weren’t in the tallest building in the area, but there was an unobstructed view of the ocean and the approaching sunset.

“Good view,” said Harrison, echoing his thoughts. “And look, they’re having a pool party down there.”

Jett glanced downward at the outdoor pool he had overlooked. Pool party was an understatement—there was a rowdy group of young adults drinking and tossing inflatable balls around, hollering so loud he could hear them through the glass.

Harrison crowded him against the window, and Jett glared at his reflection as his forehead touched the glass.

“An audience,” Harrison growled into his ear.

He kept Jett’s chest pressed to the window and kicked his legs open, his slick fingers finding his hole and pushing inside.

“This is a little risky, but hopefully no one looks up. I don’t want to go down there and break anyone’s nose tonight if they see you like this—this is only for me. ”

His nerve endings were burning, soothed only by the coolness of the glass touching the front of his body. They should be high enough that no one could see them and make out their faces—but just the thought of someone looking up and seeing Harrison fucking him against the window—

“Fuck.”

Harrison’s chuckle vibrated through his bones.

They were pressed so close that Jett didn’t know where Harrison began and where he ended.

Their eyes met in the reflection of the glass, and Jett could see that Harrison was proud of himself.

They were the perfect height for this—they fit together like puzzle pieces.

He watched and felt Harrison kiss his ear, nibbling on the lobe before settling his chin on his flushed shoulder. “Put your hands on the glass.”

Jett complied, eyes flicking nervously toward the pool to make sure no one had noticed them. He felt the head of Harrison’s cock catch against his rim, a low groan rumbling in his throat like he was trying to keep control. He held them there for a moment longer before pushing inside.

Even with all the prep, it was almost too much.

Every inch made his breath catch, and the urge to squeeze his eyes shut so he could focus on taking it was overwhelming.

But his gaze locked on their reflection in the window—the flushed skin, the sheen of sweat, and the focused concentration on Harrison’s face as he lost himself in Jett’s body.

“Jesus,” Jett gasped as he stared at Harrison. His furrowed brow and the way he bit his lip—like Jett was so tight and hot that he was fighting not to come.

He couldn’t articulate or think, and he couldn’t look away.

The only move he was capable of was angling his hips away from the window so Harrison could bottom out more easily.

Doing so earned him a pleased groan, and Harrison’s grip on his waist tightened before he thrust the rest of his cock inside Jett’s pliant body.

He wanted to beg Harrison to fuck him hard and fast, but he didn’t want to provoke him into teasing him by doing the opposite of that.

“Fuck—so goddamn tight. ”

Harrison’s words sent goosebumps scattering across his skin, and Jett moaned. He wiggled his hips, hoping to tempt his stubborn boyfriend into action, but Harrison appeared to be at his limit.

The tension snapped with the first thrust, and then another, and another—rhythmic, relentless.

Jett watched Harrison’s face in the glass reflection as he set a pace that had them both moaning, his eyes closed as he drove into him.

His body jolted forward with every push, and Jett’s fingers curled against the glass for support.

“Bite me,” he said, gasping. Jett was too out of it to stop his mouth from running.

Harrison’s eyes opened and met his in the reflection, not slowing his frantic pace. He smirked and kissed Jett’s shoulder, opening his mouth wider to run his tongue along his sweaty skin.

“I think someone sees us.”

Jett’s gaze snapped to the pool, expecting to see people pointing at their window with looks of horror, but they were still partying.

The sharp sting of teeth bruising his skin nearly made his legs give out. His attention was back on Harrison—on the wild look on the man’s face as he rutted into him like an animal. The sound of their bodies coming together was so loud it was borderline vulgar.

And even though Harrison’s cock was big enough to take his breath away with every thrust, he stupidly wanted more.

“Deeper,” Jett begged. “Fuck, I need you deeper—I need to feel it—”

Harrison gripped the back of Jett’s right knee, keeping his leg bent in the air while thrusting as deep as he could go. The new angle hit every spot he had, and Jett didn’t realize he was coming until he spilled onto the window with a shout.

The teeth left his stinging shoulder and Harrison moaned into the back of his neck, still fucking him hard and fast. “Oh fuck, are they watching? Are they watching me take you apart?”

The glass was so fogged up that it was hard to see anything, but Jett played along. “Everyone is staring at us,” he said, panting. “They look jealous—I bet they’d give anything to be where you are—filling me up so perfectly. ”

Shit. His words were affecting him too. He was somehow going to come again, but he couldn’t understand why. It should be impossible, but not when he was with Harrison.

“ Jett .”

The way Harrison said his name like a prayer pushed him further into madness. He was meeting him thrust for thrust, arms braced on the slick glass, and back arched so that Harrison was hitting his prostate every time.