Page 102 of Catcher's Lock

“Again,” I plead.

He grunts through another short thrust.

“I—you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna hurt you if you don’t relax for me,” he says.

Relax?

I’m a fucking high wire, ready to snap. My balls are already aching to unload, and my dick is drenching my abs with precum.

“Breathe, Quill,” he begs, and two of his fingers find my stretched and straining hole. I’m not convincedmorestimulation is going to help, but then he circles the base of his cock, fingertips tracing my rim with featherlight brushes, and something unlocks inside me. Capturing my mouth, he sucks gently on my lower lip as he pries my clutching fingers from his side and guides my hand behind me. “Touch us. Feel what your incredible body is doing.”

Oh.

I shiver as my hand finds his cock. Everything is warm and slippery and oh so sensitive. Spreading my pointer and middle fingers around his base, I marvel at the heavy pulse of it and the silky texture of my entrance taking every inch of his girth. Then my thumb slips behind his balls to tease his taint, and he makes one of those sexy-as-sin Rocket sounds. A bolt of pleasure spikes through me, and the involuntary clench that follows has us both cursing.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he warns, shifting his hold to hike my thighs higher on his ribs. The change in angle has his shaft rubbing over my prostate, and my head hits the tree behind me as filaments of desire flare all along my limbs.

“Do it,” I growl. “Fuck me hard and make me come onyour cock.”

“So bossy,” he murmurs, rolling his hips in a slow wave that is not at all what I asked for but absolutely lights me the fuck up. Twining my hands back into his hair, I use the leverage to grind my ass on his pelvis and chase that perfect friction.

It’s strange not to be the one doing the fucking—a surrender of control at once weird and wondrous. He’s splitting me wide open in layers that peel back to my very core, the dark depths of me threatening to combust under the light.

“Josha.”

He rocks his hips again, and I surge up to claim his mouth, rolling his bottom lip between my teeth before whispering, “Please.”

Adjusting his grip, he wraps one arm around my waist and braces the other on the tree above my head, and I have just enough time to appreciate his strength before he draws back with a searing drag and plunges in to the fucking hilt.

“Oh.”

Again.

“Fuck.”

And again.

“Yes.”

“Touch yourself,” he commands through gritted teeth. “I’m not gonna last like this, and you promised to come on my cock.”

I take my weeping shaft in hand and stroke myself to the rough rhythm of his pounding hips. His breath comes in sharp pants that end with these little whimpers, and I’m falling completely apart at the seams. I can’t tell if night is dropping around us or if my vision is blacking out as surge after surge of euphoric pleasure carries me away.

We were made for this.

My orgasm hits like an avalanche, locking my limbs as I shout to the sky and paint his heaving chest. Despite the warningabout his own stamina, he rides me through it, punishing my prostate with short, brutal strokes that drag the ecstasy to the edge of agony.

“You’re-so-good-you’re-so-fucking-good-I’m-gonna-fucking-come-inside-you-baby-I-can’t—fuck—god.” His final thrust drives me back against the tree, his body flush with mine as he shudders and buries his face in my hair, and hot cum floods my ass.

Holy fucking fuck.

“I’ve always preferred ‘Star-Lord,’” I murmur into his fluttering pulse when I can speak again, and we both groan when his shoulders shake with reluctant mirth, jostling everywhere we’re connected.

“I’m going to put you down now, Star-Lord.”

“How are you even standing right now?” I ask, letting my legs slide free until I’m wobbling on my feet. His arm at my waist and the tree at my back are definitely the only things keeping me vertical. Well, and the fact that I’m naked and covered in a sheen of sweat and cum, and the ground is a mess of forest detritus.

“I’m not.” Tugging his jeans up over his ass, he collapses at my feet. I tilt my head, admiring his flushed skin and the evidence of my release caught in his chest hair.