Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Colton comes to my practice. He doesn’t tell me he’s going to show up, but there he is in the stands, watching me. The sun is peeking through the clouds, and it illuminates him. He leans back and soaks it up, his legs spread, his head tilted back.
And even so, I can feel his gaze on me.
“Why the fuck is Colton Cavanaugh here?” Derek, a teammate, asks.
“No clue,” Paulie replies and then eyes me. I say nothing, just continue on with practice, like I’m not showing off for him.
I play the best I have in ages.
So well, in fact, that the coach calls a small break and stares at me.
“I mean, I know you’re good, Witkoff, but you’re on fire today. You sure you don’t want any recruiters out here to watch you?”
I nod. I don’t give a fuck about playing professionally. But even still, my coach’s words puff me up a bit.
“All right, well then, take ten. You earned it.”
When I look up, I see Colton making his way down the bleachers, his eyes traveling around the field.
But when they land on me, I feel the fire ignite inside of me.
Fuck, when did I get so obsessed with him?
I don’t know.
I really don’t fucking know.
“You played good out there, Witkoff,” Colton says, leaning over the fence separating the field from the stands.
“I did.”
His lips twitch. “Getting cocky?”
“I just know how well I played.”
He bites his bottom lip, and his eyes flick across my face. His voice lowers. “I want to kiss you.”
That makes my heart rate accelerate.
“Maybe I’ll make you wait.”
His lips curl up.
“Or you could meet me under the bleachers and let me stick my tongue in your mouth.”
The thought of it has me peering over my shoulder. Everyone is watching us, but I can’t be bothered. I want that kiss, and I want it now.
“If you say please.”
“Please. I want you.”
“I don’t know,” I say, pretending like I don’t want it as desperately as I do.
Colton’s lips turn down. “You do know. Tell me you know how much you want it, how much you want me.”
My eyes slam into his.
“I do want it.”
“Thank fuck.”
I nod to the right, and Colton follows, his fingers bumping along the top of the metal fencing as we walk side by side.
When we finally make it to the stairs that lead down, Colton’s hand skims my waist.
“You know, you looked fucking hot out there. All those muscles.”
It makes my cock perk up.
I want him on his knees for me, my cock shoved down his throat, gagging on it.
My body shifts right, and I drag him under the bleachers, away from prying eyes. I have six minutes tops before I need to get back on the field.
Colton turns toward me, and his lips fall on mine. Aggressive, hard. I moan and pull him into me, our hips grinding against each other. We just fucked, and still, we’re both ready to go again.
This isn’t normal. It can’t be.
Colton rips his lips from mine and bites his way up my neck to my ear.
“Fuck, you smell good. Sweaty, hot.” He bites down on my ear, and I gasp, arching my hips forward, seeking friction.
“I want to suck your cock,” he murmurs, those words sending a shiver down my spine.
“No time.”
He chuckles and bites my ear again. “Bet you come in two minutes.”
With that, he sinks to his knees and tugs my athletic shorts down. My cock is hard, ready, and without a word, he takes me all the way into the back of his throat. He gags around my hard length, but doesn’t let up. He’s right. If he keeps this up, I’m going to come in less than two minutes.
Maybe more like one.
His fingers curl against my ass cheeks, with one slipping between my crack and finding my hole. It’s an onslaught. His mouth is bobbing on my dick, his finger teasing my ass.
I can’t take it. I fucking can’t hold back.
With my head thrown back and a muffled cry, I come into his mouth, listening as he slurps it all down hungrily. Eager.
When he stands up, he’s swiping at his mouth, looking proud.
“Told you,” he says, his voice hoarse.
“You’re getting good at it.”
He laughs and then leans in for another kiss.
“Gonna be in your ass after practice. I can’t fucking wait.”
And with that, he turns and leaves, adjusting himself as he goes. I can do nothing but wait, trying to get my breathing under control before I go back on the field. I have no idea the state he left me, how I look. Maybe everyone will know when I make an appearance that he’s sucked my dick.
But no one says a thing. Not even Paulie. Though he does send me a sly wink and then mentions that he’ll be out tonight. I know what that means.
He’s giving me some privacy.
He’s seriously the best.
We run our drills, work out in the gym after, and when I finally make it back to the apartment, freshly showered and ready to be fucked, Colton is already there, in my room.
He let himself in. Probably picked the lock and made his way inside.
It should make me angry—a total invasion of privacy—but it only makes butterflies erupt in my chest.
When I find him in my room, he’s pushing something into his pocket.
I should call him on it, should find out what he’s taken, but I don’t. Instead, I clear my throat and watch as he turns around.
“You let yourself in,” I say, and he grins with a shrug.
“You have terrible security here.”
That earns him a roll of my eyes. “What the fuck do you want?”
I know what he wants. My ass. But I’m gonna make him say it.
He runs a hand across his jaw, looking smug. “Oh, you know what I want, Myles.”
My cock perks up, already raring to go.
“But first, I think we should discuss something.”
That makes me freeze. It sounds serious. My heart thumps so loudly I can hear it in my ears.
“What is it?”
He shifts on his feet, almost a little nervous.
“Spit it out, asshole. What is it?”
“After this weekend,” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I think we should go on a date.”
That makes my mouth fall open and my heart pick up speed. “Fuck off,” I whisper.
“I mean it. I want to take you out. Spoil you.” He steps toward me, his finger sliding up my chest. “You’re such a good boy for me.”
That makes me impossibly hard, and I only moan in response.
“What do you say?”
I shake my head and then end up nodding, kissing him aggressively, and ripping at his clothes. They come off easily, mine following suit. I lift him up and toss him onto the bed, wanting more than I have at the moment. Wanting him inside of me.
“Shit,” Colton murmurs, holding onto the base of his dick as he watches me crawl up onto him. “You can’t throw me around. I didn’t know I’d like it so much.”
“Get used to it.”
He moans again, and I reach for the almost empty lube bottle. I need to get more, I think as I squirt some onto my fingers and press them inside of myself. I’m hovering over Colton, our noses touching, my hair falling onto his forehead.
He watches me for a moment, staring intently as I scissor myself open, and then he leans up and captures my lips in a bruising kiss.
It’s all over after that. It’s eager and hot.
My legs shifting me up his body, and my hand pressing his cock right at my hole.
In seconds, I’m sinking down on him, engulfing him completely.
Riding him is new, the angle so much better. I lift up and slam down onto him, my hands clutching onto his chest, leaving bruises where my fingertips are. But he doesn’t mind. He just thrusts up with each of my downward slaps, the two of us in perfect unison.
And then I change angles, placing my feet in front of me, one on each side, my hand finding the mattress between his legs, and then I lift myself up and ride him.
Colton groans so loud it almost shakes the windows, but neither of us stops.
I just take what I want, using the muscles I built over so many years to let me do this. And I do it well.
I do it so well that Colton comes before I do, his cock exploding abruptly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. I take him all the way inside, his cock still semi-hard as I jack myself off, clenching around his shaft as I release all over him.
“Fuck, you can do that anytime,” Colton rasps, trying to catch his breath. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah,” I manage to say, not wanting to leave him yet. Not quite yet.
“How are you so good at this?”
“Natural, I guess.”
He grins at me and then swipes his finger through the mess I made all over him before bringing it between my legs and touching my sensitive rim.
“Come on. You know what I want to see.”
I stare at him. “This has to get old.”
“You have no idea how fucking good it is each time.”
I roll my eyes once more and then shift off him, turning around, my body still straddling his, my ass right near his face.
“Can I take a video of this?”
“Mmph,” is all I say, and he takes that as a yes.
I couldn’t say no if I tried. The fact that he wants to watch this over and over again is so fucking hot.
“Hold it in,” he murmurs and then grabs his phone from his pants pocket. “All right, show me what I did to you.”
I loosen, let my body relax, and a second later, his cum dribbles from me.
He lets out a muffled groan, and then I feel his finger shove it back in, over and over until I’m half hard from it.
But we don’t go again.
Not tonight.
No, instead, he squeezes my ass gently and then guides me into his arms, kissing me for what feels like ages until the two of us start drifting off.
“Wait, I want a picture,” he says softly and holds up his phone.
I should say no. I don’t want anyone to get any ideas, but I can’t. I just let him lift the phone above our faces, the camera getting our naked chests in the frame, my face resting on his pec, and he snaps it.
“I’d show you off if you’d let me,” he says, staring at the picture for a little too long.
“Don’t know if I’m ready for that,” I murmur.
And he nods, kissing me softly once more.
“You take all the time you need, Witkoff. As long as you’re mine, then I’ll be yours.”
The three days before he has to leave to see his family are filled with frantic sex, far too much kissing, and a hickey or ten sprawled across my skin.