Anyone But Me

by J.D. Frost

It’s a serious power-trip, seeing this big, broad football player on his knees for me, panting and whimpering just from jerking my cock.

“Can you hear them?” I taunt, voice low. “They’re looking for you. They could come in here any second. What would they say if they saw you like this, huh? What would they say if they knew that their captain was on his knees for me, moaning like a damn whore?”

Asher cries out, slapping his palm against the wall, making me growl like a rabid animal as I plunge my tongue inside him. His knees buckle and I wrap an arm around his middle to steady him. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” I say. “So sweet. So… mine.”

“First, I need you to get yourself ready for me. Stretched open, nice and loose, okay? And then, I need you to sit on my cock.”