Page 78 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)

“Come in me,” Jett pleaded. Screw his shoulder—he only had one leg on the floor and it was about to give out. “I need it—need you to come in me. I want your cum dripping out of me for days—”

Harrison growled and wrapped a hand around his throat, holding tightly but not cutting off air. It didn’t matter, the suggestion was enough to send Jett careening over the edge again, painting the window with more cum.

Harrison dropped his leg, not giving him a chance to find his foot before he crushed Jett against the glass and let out a string of curses as he came inside him.

Jett was only vaguely aware of the sensation of Harrison filling him up, his hands splayed over his stomach like he could feel the place where he was emptying himself inside.

Fuck, if he were a girl, he would have been begging Harrison to knock him up.

“Too bad I can’t put a baby in here,” said Harrison, once again reading his goddamn mind. He sighed into Jett’s hair like he was truly sad about it.

Jett had to take another breath before he could talk. “Fucking pervert.”

Harrison’s chuckle against his skin had goosebumps rising again. “Like you weren’t thinking about it too. I know what kind of dreams you have.”

The consequences of being a sleep talker.

Harrison drew them away from the window, walking backwards to the bed. Jett’s legs were like jelly, so he had to rely on Harrison to get them wherever the fuck they were going .

“Can you fucking…pull out?” He grumbled, glaring at his smirking boyfriend over his shoulder.

Harrison sat on the bed, dragging Jett with him. He hadn’t realized Harrison was still hard until the tip of his cock bumped something deep inside him.

“How—”

“I don’t fucking know,” Harrison muttered, sounding angry with himself. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me. It’s never been like this with anyone, just you—”

The words made every part of him feel tingly and floaty. Jett had no words to describe how much he loved being the only one who’d had this effect on Harrison. It was the same for him too, but Harrison fucking Killinger was saying he was…bewitched by him.

“We don’t have to go again,” said Harrison, wrapping his arms around Jett and holding him close. “I just wanted to be with you like this for a little while longer. I love you.”

This man. This. Fucking. Man.

He was going to be limping on the ice tomorrow.

“Put me on my back,” Jett told him. “I want you to fuck me slow and deep.”

Harrison tensed. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Jett bumped his head under Harrison’s chin. “I love you too.”

Harrison kissed his head. He was gentle when he repositioned them on the bed, Jett’s head resting on the pillows, and his shaky legs hooked around the back of Harrison’s thighs.

When he pushed inside him again, the pain of overstimulation made him hiss, but Harrison had added plenty of lube to ease the glide. Between that and Harrison’s cum leaking out of him, he was able to fall into the space of buzzing pleasure that overtook any discomfort.

Harrison knew his body. He knew what angle he needed to use to make Jett’s toes curl, and he knew where to put his mouth on his body to keep him suspended in pleasure.

Harrison sucked and played with his nipples, his weight pinning Jett to the bed as his cock filled him to the point of taking his breath away. His hips moved slowly, more focused on driving himself as deeply as he could reach rather than fucking Jett until he was stupid.

Jett wasn’t even hard when he came again, but it was so intense that his vision went spotty. Harrison was moaning around his nipple, enjoying the sudden tightness around his cock as Jett’s orgasm continued to roll over him.

He wasn’t sure if it was going to stop—every time Harrison hit his prostate, it started the process all over again.

Harrison released his abused nipple and dropped his head onto Jett’s chest, groaning loudly. “How are you still so fucking tight ? It feels so good, Jett—so fucking good, baby.”

Jett whimpered and held. His cock was hard again, leaking between them to create the perfect amount of friction.

“I’m gonna come,” Harrison muttered, sounding delirious.

Jett was too exhausted to speak. He pushed Harrison off his chest, making him kneel on the bed with Jett in his lap, and the new position was exactly what they both needed.

Harrison kept the pace slow because he didn’t need to go any faster to get them there. He took Jett’s cock in his hand and stroked it in time with his thrusts, grinning when Jett damn-near wailed from mind-shattering pleasure.

The look Harrison was giving him was too intense. Jett covered his eyes with his arms, but Harrison yanked them out of the way.

“Don’t.”

He was suddenly coming again, and Harrison devoured his moan with a kiss and fucked him through it. He had to tear his mouth away to breathe, so Harrison pressed his face into Jett’s throat and moaned as he finished inside him for the second time, lips touching every place they could reach.

“So good,” Jett heard himself say, his voice shaky from exhaustion. “So good, Harrison. I love you.”

Harrison pressed one more kiss to his Adam’s apple. “I love you too, Jett. Holy fuck.”

Holy fuck was an understatement. Jett was pretty sure he had almost died .

“I don’t want to know the state of that Window,” said Jett. “If it looks anything like me right now—”

“Let me worry about the fucking window,” said Harrison. “I’m going to get you cleaned up and run us a bath, so don’t fucking move.”

Jett wiggled his fingers in a wave, eyes closing so he could take a minute to rest. He only needed a minute. Just a little minute—

“I’m about to put you in the water.”

Jett jolted awake, limbs flailing as he registered the lack of a solid bed under his body. A pained grunt brought him back to earth, and he peered upward, meeting luminous blue eyes.

“You awake?”

Jett looked around, trying to center himself enough to remember where he was.

A bathroom…Harrison had carried him to a bathroom…in the hotel…

“I passed out?” Jett asked, taking in the ruffled sight of his boyfriend. Harrison was covered in scratch marks that he didn’t remember putting there.

Oops.

“Jesus Christ, Harrison—put me the fuck down.” Jett kicked his feet, forcing Harrison to let go of him. He made sure his legs could take weight before he stood and glared at the grinning man.

“You need to stop carrying me. I don’t care how manly it makes you feel, your leg can’t handle it.”

“It’s fine,” said Harrison, folding his arms defensively. “The damn thing isn’t made of glass.”

Jett mimicked his posture and lifted his chin for good measure. “Stand on it.”

Harrison’s smirk slid off his face. “What?”

He fucking knew it.

“Stand on your bad leg for more than twenty seconds and I’ll stop worrying about it.”

Jett waited, watching Harrison size him up like he was contemplating his chances of winning. His body shifted, and Jett spotted the flinch of pain before he could bother with an attempt.

“Fine.” Harrison dropped his arms and stepped toward the tub. “Come soak with me. I want to cuddle.”

Cuddle? Harrison wanted to cuddle?

The surge of love he felt toward his stubborn, infuriating man left him feeling dizzy. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky in the relationship department because not only was Harrison the most protective guy he’d ever been with, he was kind .

He had let Jett take a nap while he cleaned them and made the bath ready for them. He would also bet money that Harrison had cleaned their sex window too because he was an adorable neat freak.

The soaker tub was large enough to make Harrison look normal-sized when he was sitting in it. The water level stopped just below his pecs, drawing attention to them like a beacon.

Harrison caught on to his leering and scowled. “Dude, I can’t go for another round. I think it would kill me.”

Jett scoffed at Harrison’s grouchiness. “You made me come so many times that you broke my dick.”

Harrison opened his arms toward him, hands making grabby motions. “Broke your dick? How?”

Jett waited until he was in the water—surrounded by warmth and Harrison’s hard muscles—to continue the conversation. When Harrison rested his chin on Jett’s shoulder and let out a pleased sigh, he smiled, his heart tripping behind his ribs.

“I came, but I wasn’t hard,” Jett explained, waving his hands dramatically. “I don’t know what you do to my body, but it’s not fucking normal.”

Harrison had curled his large frame around him and was stroking the tops of Jett’s thighs lazily, seemingly very happy to have him in his arms.

It hit him then—how much Harrison must have missed him when he was…working through his shit. Sure, he had stayed in bed with him through most of it, but Jett hadn’t been present during those two weeks, and it showed .

“I didn’t break your damn dick,” said Harrison. “It’s called a prostate orgasm. Did you not know that was possible?”

This was the first time Jett had heard anything about it. He knew the magic butt button certainly helped get him off, but to think it could do its own thing without its partner in crime? Weird.

Also, awesome.

“I didn’t know it was a thing,” Jett admitted. It’s not like he had done penetrative sex with anyone but Harrison, so he was still na?ve about certain things. “It was fucking intense. I’m pretty sure I caught a glimpse of my past life when I was on the verge of passing out.”

Harrison laughed, and Jett’s body shook along with him. “You say the funniest things, Fraser.”

Jett smirked and rubbed his nose against Harrison’s cheekbone. “Fraser, not Sunshine?”

Harrison shrugged. “You don’t seem to like that name unless I’m fucking you.”

“As long as you don’t say it in front of Jin, I’m not…opposed.” Jett toyed with a wet strand of Harrison’s black hair, mesmerized by how soft it was. “I don’t have a nickname for you, and it makes me sad.”

“Then give me one.”

Jett tickled Harrison’s nose with his captive strand of hair until he moved out of reach. “Like sugar plum?”