Chapter 11
ELEVEN
ELI
Friday was filled with classes, packing for the game and football strategy.
We boarded our bus and then our chartered flight to Dallas and finally a long-ass bus ride to Baylor, in Waco, Texas.
I bumped along in our bus next to Malik, who sat in the window seat while I had taken the aisle, leaving an empty seat between us.
“Baylor is tough this year.” The coaching staff had drilled it into our heads we’d have to stay on our toes.
“Yeah, the running game will be hard to beat.” He shifted, peering at me. “More importantly, how will you keep your head in the game with your boyfriend hopping all over the sidelines?” He raised the corner of his lips.
“That won’t be a problem.” With a tut, I squirmed. Except that it might. I had to devise a way out of it. Having Wren on the field with me wasn’t going away. “We’re not officially boyfriends and don’t say that in front of him.”
“Oh? Why’s that?” His gaze searched my face. “You two are together again, and it’s not like you’ll be dating anyone else.”
My chest pinched as Wren’s words from last night filled my head. I’d been so happy, and then he’d crushed me. “He doesn’t want to be official yet, and I need to honor it.”
“How do you know? Did you point-blank ask him?” He planted his hand on the seatback in front of him.
“No, I…” Fuck, I had to tell him what happened now. “He’s going through a rough spot. His father moved to Scottsdale and invited him to dinner, though they’re not close. So, I agreed to go with him for emotional support…as his boyfriend.”
His brows snapped down. “But you aren’t boyfriends, even though you both act like you are.”
“Yes.” Why did labels matter? I tensed my mouth. They meant commitment. I knew better. “He’s not ready for it, like I said.”
“But you are?” He shifted, lifting his leg onto the seat between us.
“I am, but remember, I’m the one who fucked it up last time.” I clenched my hand into a fist. I was still paying for what I had done four years ago. When would it stop?
“Eli, you two have to resolve this, or you’ll never make this work.” He squeezed my thigh. “I enjoy seeing you together, I really do, but you have to stop beating yourself up, and so does he.”
“Yeah, I know.” But how much longer could it continue like this? I’d felt closer to him than ever at dinner on Thursday. “Look, it’s getting better. We’re working through it.”
“Okay. I’ll leave you alone about it.” A slow smirk worked across his mouth. “But if you miss some of your tackles and I catch you watching Wren, you’re in big trouble.” He pushed on my shoulder.
“I can’t get every tackle.” With a scoff, I shook my head and focused on him. Wagging my finger at him, I said, “But I’ll get all the right ones.” I had to remember Wren would be cheering me on, no matter what our status was.
After the team dinner, I fished my phone from the pocket of my joggers and texted Wren. He had to have spoken to Grace already, and I couldn’t wait for a pregame release of tension. I tapped my phone.
Eli
When can I come to your room?
The three dots taunted me as my dick plumped. Shit, at this rate, I’d have a boner before I got to his room.
Wren
I was about to text you. Grace just left. I’m in Room 352.
Eli
Be right there.
I hauled ass to the elevator and pressed the call button, holding my hands over my half-mast cock. Damn it, these joggers showed everything. Tapping my sneakered foot, I glared at the floor indicator.
When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, I slipped past Nick, who was stepping out.
“Hey, where’re you going?” He grabbed my forearm.
“Uh…” I pushed on the door to keep it open. What the hell could I tell him? Wren and I weren’t a secret, but I wasn’t sure what the policy was. “I’m going to walk some hallways. I’ve got some nerves to shake off.” Would he buy it?
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Okay, Dawson. Whatever you say.” He patted my arm. “Whoever you’re going to see, I hope they calm those nerves.” With a soft cackle, he sauntered into the lobby.
With a grumble, I entered the elevator and hit the button for the third floor. Fucking hell, news would spread like wildfire once he got wind of me and Wren. It was bound to happen.
As I reached Wren’s floor, I jogged to the sign with the room number directions and hitched to the left. He was close. I strutted through the hallway, my balls aching. Hell, I wasn’t holding anything back tonight. We had a room with a damn bed.
As I stopped at his room and lifted my hand to knock, the door flew open and Wren yanked my arm, heaving me into the room.
“Goddamn, Eli, I want you so fucking bad.” He slammed me against the wall, thrusting his solid dick against mine, his mouth claiming me with harsh kisses.
I let him ravage me, losing myself to his stinging bites on my lip, my neck and my collarbone.
“Fuck yeah, Wren. Have at me.” He’d always been a little wild in bed, and I’d missed it.
Leaning against the wall, I slapped my hands on his ass and thrust into him, the pressure and friction sparking pleasure through my body.
He pinched my nipple through my shirt and dropped to his knees, shoving the band of my joggers and underwear down. As my hard cock bobbed in his face, he swallowed it all down.
“Oh hell,” I rasped, as a shudder of sensation rolled over me. He wasn’t wasting any time. I peeked toward the beds. “Wren…the bed.” I wasn’t sure which one was his, but I was sure he’d show me.
As he sucked me hard and fast, he hummed.
Pleasure blasted up my spine. “Fuck.” Clutching his hair, I pulled him off me. This was great, but the fucking bed. “Wren.”
His dark gaze met mine, his pupils blown. “What, you’re turning down a blow job?”
“No, but…” Had I ruined the moment? “Um…” I tilted my head toward the beds.
“Hold on.” He grabbed my hand, hauled me into the room, and then stripped, tossing his clothing on the floor.
Monitoring him, I shucked off my shirt and dropped my underwear and joggers, kicking them off.
As a wicked grin spread across his mouth, he patted the bed on the right. “You first.”
“Sure.” What did he have in mind now? I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back.
In a heartbeat, he was on me, his body hovering over mine, then dropped, our hot cocks slotting together, his body writhing. “Fuck yeah, even better.” Spreading his legs around mine, he rutted against me and took my mouth in heated kisses.
I wasn’t sure what happened to the blowjobs, but I wouldn’t complain.
Being able to kiss him and feel his skin against mine was more intimate.
We needed this. Slanting my mouth over his, I snuck my tongue deep inside his mouth while rocking my hips.
As his dick pulsed against mine, a shock of pleasure struck me.
I broke the kisses, panting. “More, Wren. I need more.” Hell, would he let me fuck him tonight?
“Yes, more.” Leaving me for a moment, he fumbled through the nightstand drawer and produced a bottle of lube. “I came prepared for…well, something.” With a coy grin, he squirted some on his fingers and reached between us, lubing both our cocks. “There, that’s better.”
“It sure is.” As he climbed over me again, I slapped the round muscles of his ass and thrust against him, our slick cocks gliding against each other.
Sensation heated my skin, and my balls tingled.
“Fuck yeah, Wren.” I buried my nose in his neck and nibbled the sensitive flesh while squeezing his ass cheeks.
He shuddered and groaned. “So good, so fucking good.” Slipping his hand between us, he rolled to the side and fisted both our dicks. “I love feeling your hard cock on mine. It’s been so long.”
“Too long.” As I rolled my hips, my dick skimmed his while he pumped them. Tension coiled inside me, ready to burst. I didn’t want it to end already. “Slower, Wren.” He’d come on so strong earlier.
In a husky voice, he nipped at my jawline and said, “You want me to draw it out, to edge you?” He found my mouth with his and gave me searing kisses, his tongue darting across mine as he slowed his hand.
“Yeah, babe.” At a slower pace, we writhed against each other, the sensation in my dick humming.
Wait, babe? I’d never called him that. Why now?
I peeked at him, his eyes closed as he licked my neck to my ear and bit my earlobe.
Shivers raced down my shoulder while goosebumps rose on my skin.
He didn’t seem to mind the term of endearment.
He flicked his tongue against the shell of my ear and then whispered, “I tried to forget how good it felt to be with you. But no one ever compared.” His throat dipped against mine.
As warmth flooded my chest, I said, “We’re good together, Wren. Perfect.” I nuzzled into his hair, the sensitivity in my cock building. As his body trembled above me, my dick pulsed and dribbled precum into his hand. “Fuck, getting close.”
“Me too.” Leaving our cocks, he stopped and lifted onto his elbows, his forearms cradling my head, his dick pressed achingly hard against mine. “Let’s give it a minute.” He nipped my lower lip, pulling on it with his teeth. “Damn, I want to move.” He gazed deeply into my eyes.
“Don’t.” My cock twitched in protest. Damn it, one tiny rock of the hips and I’d lose it. I trailed my gaze across his face. “You know you’re even more beautiful than in high school?” A grin teased my lips.
“Yeah? How could that be? I remember you telling me I was the most stunning man you’d ever seen back then.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
“You’re even more stunning now, and I stand by my statement.” I brushed my hand across his curved lower back. “You stole my breath then, and when I saw you on the field the first time this season, you did it again.”
“Naw, you were just shocked.” He giggled, and the bouncing of his body rubbed his cock against mine.