Chapter 12 #2
“No, I want to feel it.” The burn would keep me in the moment. I lifted my knees, exposing my hole to him.
“Okay.” He slathered lube on the plug and then circled my hole. “Open up for me, Grey.”
Concentrating on the pressure of his finger, I bore down. “Suck me.” Hadn’t that been the plan?
“I will, don’t you worry.” He nudged the toy into my hole while bending down and pulling my crown into his mouth, his tongue fluttering across my slit.
“Oh, fuck…” My back arched as sensation flickered inside me. This would be good. “More.” I gripped his shoulders, urging him on.
Fisting my root, he slowly pushed the plug and devoured my cock.
Intense pressure replaced the burn and then— “Oh my fucking God.” As pleasure jolted inside me, my fingers dug into his shoulders. “There, right there.” How did he always know how to make me feel amazing?
Flicking his tongue at my glans, he shifted the toy inside me, out a little and then back in, his expert touch lighting every one of my nerve endings.
I rocked my hips, fucking his mouth while he fucked me with the plug. Shocks of pleasure pulsed my dick against his tongue. “I-I need a little more and…” Gripping his hair, I pulled.
He groaned on my cock, vibrating through my balls as they grew tight. “You close?” He pulled off me, his dark hair mussed, and cheeks flushed.
“Yeah.” All I needed was a little more, and he’d send me into oblivion. “Fuck me with the plug like it’s your dick. I want to know what it’s like.”
“My dick’s a lot bigger than this plug.” The corner of his lips lifted.
“Do you have a larger one then?” Was I crazy? No, I could pretend he was inside me and I was making the ultimate sacrifice to him, giving all of me to him. Hell, I wanted to be his more than anything in the world.
“Okay.” He slipped the plug from me, threw it to the floor and grabbed a new, larger one shaped like a cock. “You sure about this?” He dripped lube on it.
“I’m sure.” Bending sideways and reaching between his legs, I stroked his leaking cock. “How can I touch you as you do this to me?” It didn’t seem fair that I was getting all the attention.
“Sixty-nine?” With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he pushed on my hip. “Let me get this in first, and then we’ll turn on our sides.” With his gaze locked on mine and biting his lower lip, he pushed the larger plug inside me.
Why hadn’t I thought of that? It wasn’t like I’d never been in this position with a woman. My eyes rolled back as intense pressure filled me along with a slight burn. “Holy fuck, that’s good.”
After the new plug was all the way inside me, we lined up so my head was at his cock and vice versa, and I opened my legs, lifting one knee. “Can you reach it?”
“Yep.” He wrapped a hand around my base while grabbing the plug and plunged over me.
With a gasp, my entire body tensed, pleasure winding through my insides. As I came to, I licked precum from his tip, then sucked him into my mouth, pumping his hard cock.
He halted for a second, and his thighs trembled as his dick twitched against my tongue. “Holy hell, I’m close already.”
“Fuck me like you mean it.” With a small chuckle, I stayed on him, fluttering my tongue across his crown while his precum flooded my mouth.
Plunging the plug in and out, he swallowed me to the back of his throat and groaned.
Pleasure erupted inside me, my insides pinching as my cock tingled and thighs quivered. I was coming in an instant. As my balls unloaded inside his slurping mouth, I moaned against his cock, struggling to maintain my rhythm.
With a last lick on my shaft, he pulled off me and freed gasp after gasp, his cock swelling further and pulsing hot cum down my throat, his hips thrusting.
As it quieted, we both panted and slumped on the bed.
Next time, I’d have him inside me and he’d put me in a place where nothing could touch me, only him. “Malik? How long did they say before the test results come in?” As his cock jerked with a last spasm, I licked the cum beading at the tip.
He shifted his hips back. “Damn, that tickles a little.” With a short giggle, he said, “Three days tops.” He grabbed the end of the plug. “I’m pulling this out now.”
“Okay.” I braced myself. As he dragged it from my body, emptiness remained. Did it have to come out? How long could I wear a plug? Oh, this was a slippery slope. “Hey, how long can you keep a plug inside you?”
He shrugged, sitting up and tossing the plug onto the floor. “I don’t know, maybe a few hours? I think you’d have to work up to it though.” He smirked. “What are you thinking, Grey?”
I sat up beside him. “Maybe I could wear it before we have sex the first time and then I wouldn’t need the prep?” Fuck if I’d tell him the real reason. He’d transformed me into a sex maniac who wanted a plug in his ass all day.
“Okay, so you’re set on bottoming the first time we do it?” His flaccid cock twitched as it lay against his bare thigh.
He was on board with it. “I am.” I brushed a dark bang from his brow. “It…I don’t know, fixes something inside me to do that with you.”
“Having my dick inside you fixes something?” He quirked a brow. “Grey, are you all right?” He pressed the inside of his wrist against my forehead. “Maybe you have a fever?” His smirk widened.
I shoved his arm away. “Stop teasing.” But he had a point. What was going on in my head? Or was it my heart? Was I falling…romantically…for him? My heart pitched while my breath snagged. I fucking was. I stared at him.
“What?” He cupped my chin and came in close, pressing a lasting kiss on my lips, lingering for a beat while looking deeply into my eyes. As he broke it, he said, “You know you can tell me anything.”
But I couldn’t tell him this. Not while Ella remained in the picture. “It’s nothing. Let’s clean up and snuggle.” I hopped out of the bed before he could ask anything more.
We’d spent the rest of the week studying, playing with plugs and sleeping together every night.
I wasn’t sure I could sleep without him by my side ever again.
Having him next to me soothed my soul. We’d also gotten our test results back, both negative for everything, and had decided we would take our relationship to the next level after the game.
On Saturday, we expected to win our first regular season game against Northern Arizona University.
After our team meetings and preparations, we burst from the tunnel and onto the grass with the marching band playing our fight song and the stadium going wild.
Sharing the field with Malik was surreal.
A few minutes into the game, I strolled along the sideline, watching Malik. ASU had the ball, and he’d already run for thirty yards. Malik was killing it, and James could tell.
As the game progressed, we closed in on the end zone with only eight yards left on a second down. I whistled and clapped my hands. “Come on, use Thompson. He can do this.”
“Are you coaching now?” Coley smirked at me, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “If we can get a decent lead, do you think Coach will play us?”
“I sure hope so.” I’d be on the sidelines most of the time, but that didn’t make it any easier. I glanced at Coach, covering his mouth with his iPad while he barked commands to James.
The players readied for the snap, and James called to the team.
“They’re running Thompson,” Coley said.
With a smile, I nodded. I knew it.
James faked to Bailey as Malik stepped out and turned.
With a short pass, James tossed the ball to Malik, and he twisted, tucking the ball into his elbow, and barreled through the lineman, making a hole. As he stepped across the goal line, he shook his ass and did a little dance.
“Touchdown, ASU,” the announcers said.
“He did it, he fucking did it!” Running to Coley, I grabbed his hands, and we both jumped up and down.
Malik jogged to the sideline with the other offensive players as our kicker and special teams rushed the field.
“Hey.” As I caught his gaze, he switched gears and ran toward me.
Throwing his arms around my waist, he lifted me off the grass, laughing. “Did you see that? I fucking owned that play.” He spun me around and set me down.
“Hell yeah!” I high-fived him and slapped his ass. Hell, I wanted to kiss him, but…later. We had plenty of time for celebratory blowjobs after the game.
“Good job out there, Thompson.” Coach slapped Malik’s shoulder and then focused on me. “If we’re ahead by three touchdowns, I’ll let you play.”
“You will?” My eyes grew wide. Even when Malik was tearing it up? That meant he saw something in me.
“I will.” He faced Malik. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not. He’ll do great, and I want to see him play today.” He side-hugged me, our shoulder pads knocking together.
“You two have a great dynamic. I wish more players were like you.” Coach paced down the sideline, shouting to someone as Dickens kicked the extra point.
We were ahead by two touchdowns, with only ninety seconds remaining in the first half. One more and I’d play. Sitting on a stationary bike, I warmed up my legs in preparation.
I watched the next play. With the offense on the field, James had switched to a passing game, giving Bailey the ball a few times.
The center snapped the ball, and James stepped back, his head swiveling, looking for an opening.
Malik was open. Fuck, would he throw him the ball? As my gut clenched, I straightened on the bike, my hands leaving the handlebars.
James threw a tall spiral.
Jumping with his arms outstretched, Malik grabbed it from the air and came down.
An NAU lineman rushed him from behind, knocking him to the ground and toppling onto him.
“Fuck!” Malik lay on the turf with the lineman, Rolly, punching at the ball in his arms. “Get off me.”
As the ref blew a whistle and play stopped, I hopped off the bike. That was a hard-ass hit. Was Malik okay? My gaze flicked between Malik, to Coach and then to our trainer.
Grabbing his bag, the trainer sprinted onto the field, where Malik rolled onto his back and stilled.