Chapter 8 #2
“Grey, your shoulders twisted.” He patted my back.
“Here, let me show you something. He glanced toward our offensive coordinator, Coach Barlow, watching us with an iPad held to his chest. “The thing I always remember is to move my lower body and keep my upper body stiff.” He grabbed the ball from me and jogged to the bags.
“Watch my legs.” He bent at the knees in a partial squat and then exploded to the right, his thighs pumping and feet quick.
As he hit the end, he stopped on a dime and shifted direction, his chest facing downfield as he sprinted slightly forward and to the end of the other bag.
After two more bags, he dashed out and down the field about ten yards and then slowed to a stop, holding the football over his head. “Touchdown, Thompson.” He cackled.
“Hilarious, Thompson.” Coach Barlow stepped toward us. “He’s right, Moore. Keep your sights downfield and pump your legs harder. It’ll come to you.” He patted my shoulder.
“Thanks, Coach.” Malik was on another level compared to me. If that was how I needed to perform to get into the draft, I had some serious work to do.
“I want you two paired up for the ball security drill.” Coach eyed Malik. “Thompson, let’s see if you can get the ball from Moore first.” He took a few steps backward.
With the edge of his lips raising, Malik handed me the ball. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” He leaned in and said, “And I won’t go easy on you.”
“I didn’t expect you to.” Waggling my brows, I said, “You know I like it rough.” I tucked the ball into my arm and crouched. “Ready?” The point of this drill was for me to keep the ball while pretending to stumble along the field with him attempting to pop it from my arms.
“Always.” He faced my side, arms out.
I jogged a few steps and slapped the ground.
Jabbing at the ball first from the top, then the bottom, Malik chuckled. “Got it, nope, got it now. Shit, almost.”
With a sharp laugh, I said, “Will you shut up?” I continued down the field, hitting the grass every few steps. Was he trying to wreck my focus?
With a poke over the ball, he said, “Got it.”
The ball slipped from my grasp, falling toward Malik’s outstretched hand.
My foot caught his, and I went down, tumbling into the grass. “Dammit.”
“Shit.” He stumbled and dropped on top of me.
As I rolled to lessen the impact, he landed on my chest, his legs sprawled around mine, the ball bouncing away.
His gaze met mine, and a lop-sided grin played on his lips.
“Dudes, really? We’re supposed to be practicing. Do that shit in the privacy of your cabin.” With a cackle, Tex sped by us.
My stomach flipped. “I thought you said he could keep a secret?” When had he spoken to Tex? We’d been attached at the hip all morning.
“He can. He’s just teasing.” Shoving off me, Malik rose and held his hand down to me. “Come on.”
Taking his hand, he lifted me from the ground. I wasn’t sure I liked Tex teasing us. I didn’t want the guys getting any ideas. “When you see him, tell him not to do that.”
Malik’s brows lowered, and he planted a hand on his hip. “He doesn’t know the outcome of our talk yesterday. I haven’t told him yet.” He threw his arm to the side and dropped it. “He’d say shit like that no matter what went on between us.”
“Is everyone okay?” Coach called out.
“Yeah,” I yelled as I scanned the field for the ball. “Sorry. I guess I’m a little on edge about things.” With a huff, I found the ball and plucked it from the grass. “Let’s see how well you perform and don’t trip me this time.” I followed Malik to the start of our drill area.
“I’ll…have a talk with him and ask him to tone it down.” He pursed his lips, came in close and in a low voice, said, “There’s only one way I want to see you on edge, and that’s when your cock is in my mouth.” He freed a soft snicker and snatched the ball from me.
“Damnit.” My cock twitched, and I adjusted it in my football pants. Through my teeth, I said, “Don’t give me a boner on the field.”
“It’s not my fault you have years of pent-up frustration.” He smirked and crouched to start the drill. “Ready?”
“Yes.” With a grin, I sped off after him, prodding the ball.
After practice and a refreshing ice bath, I showered and got ready for dinner and the team meeting.
There’d be more strategy tonight and less pep talk, according to Malik.
As I spread shampoo through my hair, a click filtered through the bathroom air.
I swept my gaze through the minimalist, steamy bathroom. A dark shadow approached.
“Care for a quickie?” Malik stepped into my space, a coy grin curling his lips, his hard cock brushing my stomach. “The other guys are swimming in the damn creek again. They heard some nonsense about the cold water being better than the ice baths.”
“Yeah?” As my cock heated and swelled, I nipped at his lower lip. “You want to soap me up?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He squirted soap into his hand from my travel bottle and slipped it across my chest, pinching a nipple.
With a gasp, my dick twitched as a thread of pleasure jolted from my nipple to my firm cock, now pressed against his. “Malik, remember when you told me how great it felt to rub your dick on another guy’s?” Grabbing his ass, I rutted against him.
“Yeah?” He nibbled my earlobe, his slick hand lowering to my dick and slowly tugging it, twisting at the head.
“Oh, fuck.” What had I been saying? I backed into the wall, the tiles cool against my skin. Oh… “I thought about that a lot. Before, you know.”
“You like that then?” Wrapping his hand around both our dicks, he thrust, pushing me harder into the wall while his thick cock rubbed mine, his palm stroking us both. He nibbled on my throat, working up to my jaw.
My breath hitched as pleasure heated my skin and tightened my balls. “I do. I love your mouth too, though.” I freed a sharp groan as his lips claimed mine in a searing kiss.
He raked his teeth across my bottom lip.
“I enjoy kissing you, and I can kiss you and get you off like this.” He came in for another round, his tongue flicking against my own, his pace quickening.
“You have such a tight ass in your football pants.” He scraped his teeth along my jaw and sucked at my neck, his grip tightening around us, his thrusts quickening.
“And I could see the outline of your cock all day. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
“Oh, God.” As I swallowed heavily, my climax teased me.
I knew, because the same things had taunted me today.
“I was looking at you too.” Breathing against his cheek, I slapped both my hands on his rounded ass, rolling my hips and losing myself in the friction of his hard skin on mine.
Kneading his ass cheeks, I spread them. “Do you ever bottom?”
“I do.” He nipped at my earlobe and flicked his tongue across my lips. “I’d bottom for you. Hell, I’d do anything you wanted. You know that.” As he slanted his lips over mine, he kissed me with deep swipes of his tongue, milking me to the edge. “Come with me, Grey.”
As tingling swept across my body, my balls ached and tightened. “Fuck…coming. Coming so hard for you, Malik.” My body shuddered with his as pleasure engulfed me, jerking my cock in his pumping hand, his dick twitching against mine.
With sharp gasps, his brows tensed, and he bit my neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh.
Hot cum splattered my stomach, and another wave of sensation surged inside me, curling my toes and raising goosebumps across my skin, my dick erupting in another round. With a whimper, I came to my senses and looked deeply into his dark, hooded eyes. “Malik, I think you made me come twice.”
“Are you shitting me?” His eyes twinkled as his lips rose on one side.
“Damn, you amaze me, Grey. You’re like a wet dream in the flesh.
” He planted a hard kiss on my lips and freed me.
“I mean that.” Grabbing my hand, which still curled into his ass cheek, he kissed my palm and pulled me into the spray.
“We’ll have an amazing time this week. Holy shit, the best ever. ”
“We will.” I squirted soap onto my hand and lathered his chest. He’d played with my nipples. I’d like it. “Let’s clean up and get back out there so no one notices we’re both gone for too long.”