19. Jonah
CHAPTER NINETEEN
jonah
Sitting next to my boyfriend on the bus on our way to our first away game is torture.
It’s pure torture.
Not being able to touch him is just totally unfair. But I still like it. I love it, actually.
Getting to sit this close to him and listen to everyone else’s chatter on the bus as we head to Hayes for our game.
I’m not worried about the game at all. We’ve got this.
I’m jittery and excited for the game, yes, but also for what comes after the game. Adler and Shields have been fairly quiet this week too. They didn’t even say a word when I sat with Calvin on the bus.
Maybe they’re bored with it. Maybe my brother’s punishment worked, but I’m not that naive. I’m sure they’re just waiting around like the dickheads they are.
I don’t care though. Bring it on.
The game is seamless. Calvin and I are unstoppable, and thankfully, our defense is almost as good. We win by two touchdowns, and I couldn’t be happier. It’s good to see my brother so happy too.
We ride the bus back to our school, and I want to just pull Calvin to my truck and run, but we have to go into the locker room to shower and change. Again, it’s fucking torture being this close to Calvin and not being able to touch him.
To see him wet and naked after his shower, but again—can’t touch. Can only dream about all that delicious skin and muscle and hair. Fuck me. I have to force myself to look away so no one see the predicament my dick is in right now. I can’t help it if he knows just how good Calvin feels.
I don’t know what we’re going to do tonight—I just know I want it all too. The kisses. The touching. The rubbing. The coming. The talking. Maybe the laughing? God, I love hearing him laugh. It’s like my own personal challenge now to hear that sound.
To see that devastating smile I swear he saved just for me.
Finally, we head out to the parking lot, my body full of excitement of what’s to come. “I was thinking maybe we could camp out at the lake.” Calvin surprises me, and I stop walking. “If you want to, I mean. And if you think Coach and Jenna would be okay with it.”
He’s starting to sound nervous, and my throat has gone totally dry now. The implications. The possibilities. Shit. Say something.
“It was stupid. I brought a bag though. We can stay at your place, if you want. Or I can go home. This was stupid.”
Great job, Jonah. He sounds totally freaked, and without thinking, I reach out and grab his hand. He jerks it away immediately, and my heart sinks—though, it was expected. I know there are too many people around to touch him, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Sorry,” he says, and I can see the remorse on his face.
I try to smile but kind of fail, feeling like an ass. “It’s okay. I just didn’t want you to run away.”
“I wasn’t,” he says, his shoulders slumped. “But I probably shouldn’t have just sprung that on you. I just wanted to um . . .” His voice gets quieter and quieter as he speaks.
“I want to. I just . . .” I grin. “You broke my brain a little. I was thinking of all the possibilities.” I waggle my eyebrows at him to lighten the mood, and he laughs.
He actually laughs.
That one sound is better than winning the game tonight.
“Yeah, I had those possibilities in my mind when I thought about it too.”
I smile at him. This is a big step. We’d be alone. Out in the middle of nowhere. Just us. We can do anything we want. “We should go to my house first, so I can pack some things and let Jenna and Micah know. Do you have a tent? Or are we sleeping in your truck?”
“I have a tent,” he says coyly. “And some sleeping bags.”
“Cool. Let’s go then.”
I can’t say Jenna is thrilled with the idea of us sleeping in a tent out at the lake, but she doesn’t really fight me on it too much.
She even packs us s’mores fixings and hot cocoa in a thermos, along with a camping grill they’ve never used because my sister-in-law and brother are so not the outdoor types.
I think it was a wedding present.
I pack a quick back with a promise of keeping my phone on and charged before we drive out to the lake in ,just his truck this time. I know Jenna knows there’s more to us than just teammates, but I don’t think she’s told Micah.
I’m pretty sure he’s still clueless, and honestly, I’d like to keep it that way for now. Not that he’d object to me having a boyfriend. But said boyfriend being Calvin . . . The boy he worries about. My teammate on the team he just happens to be coaching.
Yeah, I don’t think he’d be too happy about it.
And right now, this thing with Calvin is just ours. No one else needs to know about it. It should make me a little sick being a secret, but it doesn’t. It’s not really the thrill of sneaking around that does it for me.
It’s—well, it’s giving this to Calvin. Giving him the time and patience he needs to figure out what he wants in life.
To just be himself. And it’s giving me that chance too.
We get the tent set up, along with two camping chairs and the nice little grill, allowing for the perfect campfire on this chilly night.
It’s starting to feel like fall, and I like it.
We roast the marshmallows and make s’mores, not really saying much of anything, but we don’t need to.
I bite into the delicious gooey treat, a moan bubbling up in my throat.
When I look over at Calvin, I can see he hasn’t taken a bite yet and instead, watching me.
“Eat,” I say, nodding toward the s’more in his hand.
He takes a huge bite, making a mess. Chocolate and marshmallow cling to his lips.
I don’t resist any more. Putting my s’more down and leaning in to lick his lips clean, tasting the sweetness.
He tosses his, his fingers going to my hair.
I’m going to have chocolate and marshmallow stuck in my hair for days, and I couldn’t give a fuck.
We head to the tent where we already laid out two sleeping bags, zipped together, flat on the ground, and strip as we kiss frantically.
I want to come. My dick is already aching, my balls tight and sore, begging for release, but this is the first time I can actually see him. Take my time with him. And I’m not going to waste it.
I watch him as he lowers his jeans and briefs, kicking them away. He’s crouched, the tent being just a little too short for him, but he’s magnificent in all his naked glory. His body is strong and powerful. His thick, dark leg hair going up to his muscular thighs.
I stare at him. My mouth dry as he looks at me shyly. “You’re not naked yet.”
I grin, looking down at my jeans, which are trying to strangle my erection.
My eyes hone in on his dick. The guy is massive.
Of course, his dick matches. I can’t hide my reaction as I stare at his hard cock, so heavy, it almost can’t stand fully and leaking at the tip of its purple head. Fuck. I want to taste him.
“I thought maybe we could try something different,” I say, licking my lips and still looking directly at his dick.
I can hear the gravel in is voice. “Only if it involves you being naked too.”
I grin and then look up at his face, seeing naked desire there. I nod. I did manage to get my shirt off, but I drop my hands to my jeans, unfastening them and pushing them off, along with my briefs. Allowing me to stand naked in front of him.
I feel his eyes trailing over every inch of me, goosebumps forming on my skin. Tingles of anticipation race down my spine as he approaches me. He cups my nape, pulling me into him and swallows my tongue, kissing me hard.
I groan when our leaking cocks come into contact. “Fuck,” I breathe. “I want to do everything with you. I can’t even remember what I was thinking a minute ago.”
“It’ll come to you,” he says teasingly. “Or we’ll do something else. I don’t care as long as it involves getting to come.”
His big cock rocks against mine, and that’s when I remember.
I kiss over his mouth and down his neck.
“Oh, I remember now,” I say, my voice husky as I kiss down over his chest and his stomach as I kneel at his feet and wrap my hand around him.
He jolts in surprise, his big dick sliding through my hand as he thrusts into my grasp.
“Oh, fuck.”
I lean in, looking at the fluid collecting along his slit. “I want to taste you.” I say wickedly, looking up at him from my knees as I lick the sticky, salty liquid. “Fuck, I knew you’d taste good.”
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
I continue to taste him, using my hand to stroke him as I lick and suck on the tip of his cock, my own dick jumping with each moan I pull from him.
I’m not confident in my skills just yet—I mean his dick is by far the largest I’ve seen up close—but that doesn’t mean I don’t try like hell to fit as much of it into my mouth as I can, gripping the base of him and licking and sucking as I go.
I trace the long vein on the underside all the way up to the head and suck hard, my own dick throbbing, precum trickling down my shaft.
I want relief, but I want to make him come more.
My other hand rests on one firm ass cheek, pulling him into me.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” he pants, his ass flexing under my palm as his cock jerks in my grip.
I slide down onto his cock as much as I can, my lips stretching, tears coming to my eyes as my lips meet my hand that’s wrapped around him, not pulling off.
I want to taste him—all of him. The first spurt of cum startles me, hitting the back of my throat, but I work through it, relaxing my throat and swallowing around him as he thrusts into my mouth and unloads.
I swallow as much as I can, the sticky liquid sliding past my lips and down his shaft.
I use it to stroke him through his orgasm as his knees shake and I have to hold him up.
When I lick him clean, he drops to his knees, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing the hell out of me, no doubt tasting himself.
His big hand reaches between us, and he’s stroking me with a firm, sure grip that nearly makes my eyes cross.
I was already close to coming just from making him come, so it only takes a few strokes before I’m crying out, my cum covering his hand.
He kisses me hard and strokes me until I’m too sensitive to stand it.
And then my cock jerks hard, trying to come back to the life way too fast when he brings his hand up to his lips and licks the cum from his palm.
“Fuuuuck,” I gasp, watching him.
He licks his hand clean and then leans in and kisses me again, feeding me my own flavor mixed with his. It’s so fucking good.
Everything with him is so fucking good.