Page 28 of Praised By the Cornerback

“Oh, fuck,” Adrian groans, his head falling back against the pillow.

The heat is incredible. Tight and slick and overwhelming, and I’m only a knuckle deep. I can feel his fingers next to mine, the way his body grips us both. My brain is short-circuiting, unable to keep up with how good it is.

Adrian starts moving. Slow at first, just small rolls of his hips, pushing onto our combined fingers. His breathing goes ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Add another,” he breathes, and I pull out my finger and pour more lube over my hand before pressing two fingers against his entrance. The stretch is insane. I don’t know how he’s going to take it. But he relaxes again, breathing through it, and I push in slowly, feeling every inch of the way his body opens for me.

When I’m fully seated, two of my fingers inside him, Adrian lets out a broken moan. His cock pulses against his stomach, dripping precum onto his skin.

Our fingers work in tandem, pushing in and pulling out in a rhythm that has Adrian writhing on the bed. He’s gorgeous like this. Completely undone, his usual control shattered, and I did this to him. Me and my fumbling inexperience and my unsteady hands.

I brush against something inside him and Adrian’s whole body jerks. His back arches off the bed and he cries out, his cock pulsing again.

“Right there,” he gasps. “Do that again.”

I angle my fingers, searching for that spot, and when I find it, Adrian nearly comes off the bed. He’s moving in earnest now, fucking himself back onto our hands with abandon. The sight is burned into me. Adrian Vega, star cornerback for the Miami Vipers, my rival, riding our fingers like his life depends on it.

His movements get more frantic, his breathing turning to pants, and I know he’s close. I can see it in the tension coiling through his body, feel it in the way he’s clenching around our fingers.

“Stop,” Adrian says suddenly. “Stop, I’m too close.”

We both pull our fingers out and he collapses back onto the mattress, chest heaving.

“I need you inside me,” he says, his voice wrecked. “Now. Please.”

I reach for the condoms, tear one off the strip, and fumble with the wrapper, almost dropping it before I get it open. Adrian watches me, his expression fond and amused.

“First time jitters?” he asks.

“Shut up.”

I manage to get the condom out and roll it onto my cock. The sensation makes me hiss, my dick so sensitive I’m worried I’ll come before I even get inside him. I grab the lube and pour it over myself, using my hand to spread it, and I have to squeeze the base hard to stop from losing it right there.

Adrian’s watching me with those dark eyes, his legs spread, his body open and waiting. I line myself up at his entrance, the head of my cock pressing against that tight ring of muscle, and I freeze.

For once in my life, I’m scared of screwing something up.

“Connor.” Adrian’s voice cuts through the panic. “Look at me.”

I do. His expression is soft, reassuring, and he hooks a hand around the back of my neck, grounding me.

“Go slow,” he says. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

I nod and start pushing in.

The resistance is immediate, his body fighting the intrusion even though we just spent ten minutes opening him up. I push a little harder, and the head of my cock breaches that tight ring. Adrian’s breath catches, his whole body tensing.

I go still. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Keep going.”

I push deeper, inch by inch, feeling the way his body struggles to accommodate me. It’s too tight. Every nerve ending is screaming, and I have to close my eyes and hold still until I trust myself to move.

When I’m about halfway in, I have to stop, pausing to pant above him, my arms trembling with the effort of staying put.

“That’s it,” Adrian murmurs, his hands stroking up and down my back. “Knew you’d feel like this. Like you were made to take me apart.”

His words bring back the calm and safety from that morning in his hotel room.