Page 100 of Catcher's Lock

“You make me crazy,” I tell him.

“You make me sane.” Tugging my head back, he drags his teeth down over my Adam’s apple to suck at the hollow of my throat.

Goosebumps erupt over my flesh as he nips my collarbone, and I dance my fingers into his crease, seeking his heat. When I circle his rim, he pushes back into the sensation with a groan.

“Fuck me, Rocket,” he demands, popping the button on my jeans and shoving his hand in to press the heel of his palm against my eager cock. “Give me all your crazy.”

“Here?” I ask, the word ending on a groan when his fingersclose and he gives me a rough stroke.

“Now. I don’t give a fuck aboutwhere.” Releasing my cock, he steps out of my arms to unbutton his own pants.

“We—It’s our first time. We need lube and…”A bed? Do weneed a bed? He fishes in his pocket before shoving his jeans down over his hips, and my brain stutters as his cock pops free.

“Lube.” Grabbing my wrist, he slaps something into my palm. “They were giving these out at the clinic.” Then he shimmies the rest of the way out of his clothes while I turn the packet over in my hand. “It goes on your dick,” he informs me with a smirk.

“You’rea dick,” I tease, but my heart is a thundering surf, crashing against my ribs. “C’mere.” When he slinks up to me, I catch his throat in one hand and tilt his head up with a thumb under his jaw. “You’re the boss today,” I tell him, trailing the plastic edge of the travel lube down his chest. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

“I guess I am technically the more experienced one.” He grins in my grip. “You nervous, Rocket?”

Yes. And no.

“Oh yeah?” I drag my nose along his jaw. “Had a lot of dicks up your ass, have you?”

“As many as you,” he snarks, but the hitch of his breath betrays him.

“You haven’t seen my dildo collection.”

“Shit.” He shivers in my grip. “We should remedy that.”

I drop my mouth to his, flicking my tongue out to coax his lips apart. I can’t get enough of the taste of him, sweet and sinful and so long sought. He kisses with dizzying skill, drawing all the blood to the surface of my skin with every sweep of his talented tongue.

Plucking the lube from my fingers, he tears it open withoutbreaking the kiss and squeezes some onto his hand. Instead of coating my cock, however, he reaches behind himself, and I moan into his mouth.

“I wanted to do that,” I say, reaching around to find him already two fingers deep in his own ass. Relinquishing his throat, I shove two of my fingers into his mouth and swirl them around, gathering his saliva. When I press on the back of his tongue, he chokes, then whimpers deliciously as I pull free.

Wrapping one arm around his waist, I back him toward the tree and find his greedy hole with my spit-slick digits.

“Yes,” he gasps when I slide my middle finger between his two, forcing them apart to make room for me to slip into his heat. “Ohmyfuckinggod.”

Together, we work him open, until his back hits the trunk of the tree and his arms fly up to circle my neck. Our mouths collide again as I hike his leg over my hip and free my leaking cock.

“I need the lube,” I say, stroking myself and trying not to rut against his nakedness.

“Shit.” A slightly manic laugh bursts from his lips. “I dropped it. But here,” he snakes a hand between us and smears it over my crown. “I squeezed most of it out in my excitement.”

The admission does something drastic to the frantic organ in my chest.

He’s as affected as I am.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I love him, but I curb the impulse. Even though he knows. Even though it’s never been a secret. But I don’t want him to feel obligated to say it back, and I don’t think I can continue with this moment if he doesn’t.

So instead, I tighten the arm around his waist and lift him up, bracing his back against the tree. He brings his other leg uparound my hips and crosses his ankles, hooking his heels into the swell of my ass. Gripping my cock by the base, I drag it down the underside of his erection, over his tight balls, and along his taint, before slotting it against his entrance.

“Don’t,” he says when I hesitate, searching his face. “I swear to god, Rocket, if you treat me like I’m fucking broken right now, I’ll flip you around and fuck you instead.”

His eyes are blown to depthless oceans and lit with challenge, and my thighs are starting to burn from holding myself back.

I punch through the first ring of muscle.