My mouth dropped open. I watched him looking so intently upon me, like he would give me what I wanted, but in due time.

And only if I was good. His finger felt sweet, but I wondered how I would handle his entire cock in me.

How big was it, anyway? Eight inches? Nine?

When I glanced at it, it seemed bigger than before.

Kayden continued fingering my ass, loosening me up, but I couldn’t let him do that forever. In fact, I couldn’t do without his cock for another second.

“Now I want the real thing,” I said. “Fuck me!”

His expression didn’t change. He wore the same look of powerful determination that I’d instantly found so fucking sexy. You would’ve sworn he’d completely forgotten about arguing with me, forbidding me to talk to him, or denying his true feelings at all.

Kayden spat into his hand, lubricating that hard cock of his.

He put a hand on one of my legs, pushing me back a little, while he positioned his cock at the rim of my asshole.

I closed my eyes, and sucked in a deep breath, unsure what to expect.

All I knew was that I wanted it in the worst way.

Then he pushed into me, little by little, inch by slow inch.

I gasped, gritting my teeth. It hurt. I would be lying if I said it didn’t.

But it felt amazing just the same. Kayden took his time, easing his length into me, and finally I sighed with pleasure.

When I opened my eyes, I found Kayden’s hair hanging down over his forehead in that same ridiculously sexy look that’d captivated me from the start.

And as his cock burrowed into my tight hole, his look changed from confident and strong to utterly determined.

His face reddened, and his nostrils flared.

Maybe he wasn’t the master of his own destiny, but I couldn’t deny he’d taken total control of this situation.

Once he was completely inside me, he paused, letting me feel all of him.

“There,” he said, “you like that.”

Again, not a question but a statement.

“Fuck yeah.”

The words sounded almost breathless. I couldn’t have dreamed of experiencing so much pleasure.

He pushed in and out of me slowly, easing into my ass and allowing me to get comfortable before working his way to full speed.

His pelvis slammed against my backside. I cried out, not giving a fuck who heard me.

If anyone walked in—our teammates, Coach Hardison, the Larkin University athletic director—they would find an amazing sight.

That wouldn’t have stopped me either. I’d never experienced magic like this in my life, and I didn’t want it to stop.

Kayden pinned my legs back now, forcing my knees against my chest. His chest pressed against my back. I freed my arms and wrapped them around his neck, drawing him in close. He leaned in and kissed me, tongue dipping into my mouth, as he fucked me hard.

When his lips broke away, he smiled at me, like he, too, had never experienced a thrill like this.

“You want more,” he said.

“Uh huh.”

“ Tell me you want more.”

“I want more!”

“Tell me I’m fucking sexy.”

“You’re fucking sexy!”

Kayden’s breathing picked up just like mine had when I was sure I would come.

That didn’t mean he lacked stamina. He’d fucked me hard and steady like a man possessed.

No one could last forever in this kind of heat.

When he pulled out of me, I expected him to explode, but he didn’t.

He helped me to my feet and then laid down on the bench, his body now slick with sweat.

He laid his back flat, his cock, hard as ever, pointing at the ceiling. As before, I needed no direction. I knew his commands. I climbed onto the bench, swung a leg over Kayden’s hips, my knees pressed against his sides, and eased onto his cock.

Taking his cock felt so easy now, like I’d done it a hundred times before. Kayden fucked me hard and fast, jackhammering my ass, and I cried out in pleasure again. I leaned back, arms posted on the bench, working myself onto his meat with the rhythm of his thrusting hips.

“Tell me you want more,” Kayden said.

“I want more.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

With Kayden’s cock inside me, I would say anything he wanted. His wish was my command.

I wanted to last longer for Kayden. I really did.

But I could take only so much more. He kept hitting all the right places, again and again, harder and faster, his hands glued to my sides.

Finally, I reached down, and wrapped my fingers around my dick, barely needing to touch it to cause an explosion.

My eyes rolled back in my head as come spurted from my dick, streaking Kayden’s chest and shoulders.

When I peered down, I found his mouth hung open, looking almost panicked.

He seemed to hold his breath now, his teeth clenched. Kayden’s last few thrusts were the hardest and fastest yet, like he’d given the last of what he had before he pulled out of me. When Kayden’s hand clamped onto his dick, I felt a flood of hot come on my leg as he squeezed his eyes shut.

I rolled off of him, gasping for breath.

If you would’ve told me something like this would happen, I would’ve expected to feel regret the moment we finished.

But regret never came. I sat up beside him, wanting the moment to last forever.

When I put my hand over Kayden’s, he took it.

He didn’t push it away. And he didn’t just get up and leave either.

We could have been in our own bedroom instead of the locker room, enjoying perfect bliss.