Page 35 of Catching Kyle (Football Heartthrobs #1)

He nods. “Harder.”

I smile and sit back up. And then I thrust it inside him.

He grunts, but he stays completely in place, his back and arm muscles visibly taut.

I do it again, and again, and again, until I can’t bear the thought of not being inside him. And then I turn into an animal.

I prop one leg up as I rail him, using his waist as my handles.

I use all my strength to both pull him onto me and thrust myself into him.

When that’s not enough, I grab hold of his mullet like I always like to do, and he moans with pleasure.

I spank him with my other hand as I thrust, and he’s letting out as steady, almost inhuman groan.

He turns his face to me, and he looks like he’s died and gone to heaven.

Pleasure fizzes throughout my body, and all I can hear are Michael’s joyful incoherent mutterings and the clapping of his cheeks.

There’s something special here, something different than before. I’m not sure what it is.

But it’s not enough. I want more. More of him. I need us closer.

I press my hand against his back. “Get down. ”

He lowers himself and spreads his legs so his ass is pointed to me and only me. Almost frenzied, I stick it back in him, my whole body already dripping with sweat.

Again, I feel that bubbling in my chest, like there’s something I need to say to bring Michael closer to me.

Closer than before. I lift my leg to get a better angle, to go deeper.

Michael, facing my foot, grabs it and pulls it to his face.

He attacks it with his lips and tongue, flashing me the most seductive side-eye.

I thrust somehow harder and faster than before, watching him go feral for my huge foot.

Needing more balance, I press my foot against his face and pound him harder. He whimpers in delight.

I feel myself getting close, but there’s that bubbling in my chest again. I need him closer. Closer.

I retract my foot and pull out.

“On your back,” I say. “Now.”

He flips over and pulls his legs back, presenting his gorgeous pink hole to me. Feeling out of breath, and like Michael is my air, I put myself back inside him, sighing with relief.

He wraps his legs around my back, pulling me onto him. My hands on either side of his head, I hold myself over him and continue to thrust.

I’m so close, but I don’t want to cum yet. I can’t. I feel like I need to do or say something, like it’s something I’ve forgotten. That’s what the bubbling in my chest is. But I don’t know.

A drop of sweat falls from my beard onto his face. He wipes it with his finger and then sucks on it, groaning as his eyes roll back.

I pound him harder, nearly ripping the couch apart. “You fucking slut,” I say. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

That’s when he reaches his hands up, strokes my sweaty chest down my belly, then wipes his face with it. He does the same with my armpits, and I think I’m gonna go crazy.

I think Michael loves me. He’s patient with me. He listens to me. And he accepts the parts of me that aren’t great, like how I can’t communicate well. And here he is, still covering himself with my nasty sweat like he can’t get enough .

“You’re gonna stroke yourself,” I say. “And I’m gonna watch you cum.”

He nods. He picks up one of my hands and places it on his cheek. Then he sticks my thumb in his mouth and sucks it like it’s my cock.

“Fuck,” I say. His legs falter a bit, and I command him to keep them wrapped around me. He holds me against him, almost not letting me pull out, and my dick throbs. I know I’m past my point of no return.

He uses his other hand to wipe down my sweaty chest, then reaches down to stroke himself, using my sweat as lube. God, that’s fucking hot.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I say, keeping a fast, steady rhythm. “Cum for me.”

He stares into my eyes, his face contorted in desperation, ecstasy, as he slurps on my thumb. In all the videos I’ve seen him get fucked, he’s never looked this happy. My chest bubbles more than ever with something, something I need to say. But it’s still unclear.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he says.

And those words set me off. As white hot semen shoots out of him all the way up to his neck, I release into him as well.

I roar like a bear, flooding his gorgeous ass with my load.

The pleasure lasts three seconds, five, ten—so long that my body convulses, and I have to close my eyes and brace myself against the couch so I don’t collapse and crush Michael.

When I open them, I look down and find Michael staring up at me in wonderment. And suddenly, my orgasm clearing my mind of confusion, the source of the feeling in my chest becomes crystal clear.

I slowly lean down, and caress Michael, kissing him wildly, our hairy bodies glued together with his cum and our sweat.

“Please, don’t pull out,” he says. “I want to stay like this forever.”

I pull away to look into his eyes and laugh. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He nuzzles into my sweaty neck, gently kissing my pec, and I have both arms wrapped around him.

“Michael,” I say.

He comes out of his burrow and looks at me.

“I think I…” The bubbling in my chest returns, momentarily scaring me, but then I realize I’m fine. It’s actually giving me confirmation about how I feel .

“What?” he asks.

I kiss him on the nose, then pull away. And I’m ready to say it.

“I love you,” I say.

Suddenly, I look away, the bubbling in my chest turned to painful tightening, like all the bubbles have tripled in size, and I fear I may have just ruined everything. I shouldn’t have said that.

He grabs me by the chin and makes me face him again. Then he raises up to kiss me.

“I love you, too,” he says.

And then it’s like all the bubbles in my chest pop, providing me sweet release from the pain. I did the right thing.

“Thank God,” I say, laughing. I don’t know what else to say.

He laughs too, and we lay like that for a while, me on top and inside him. As I look at him, the feeling swells in my chest again.

“God, I love you so much,” I say. And the swelling subsides.

He moves his hand through my sweaty hair. “And I love you.”

I let my forehead collapse into his chest, and I take a deep breath, taking in our sweat and the earthy smell of sex.

So, this is what being honest with myself is like. What integrity is like. Michael strokes my hair, my heartrate calms, and I feel myself rock hard again. I’m so goddamn happy.

I lift my head and wiggle inside him, already hard again. “Ready for round two?”

He nods. “Vulnerability turns me on.”

I grin. “Well, from now on, there will be plenty more of that.” I gently thrust into him, and he moans. I laugh. “And much, much more of this.”

He wraps his legs around me again, pinning me against him. “What are you waiting for?”

I chuckle. “Just getting started.”