Chapter 15 - Brooks
Greedy Boy
I’ve never felt such insatiable lust. No one else has ever managed to capture my attention the way he has. As much as I hate to admit, I’ve been around the block. I like to fuck—sue me.
But something about how Will only laughs when he’s around me and no one else, or how he ends up in my bed when we’re on a stretch of away games, making out like goddamn teenagers and touching each other like we can’t get enough . . . I want more. I need more.
We haven’t gone further than kissing and mind-blowing handjobs. Well, and me taking him in my mouth countless times. Which is totally fine with me. I know Will avoids talking about his sexuality, and in that regard, I don’t push him.
If anything, we’re turning out to be pretty good friends.
Friends who give each other orgasms. It’s even gone so far as me helping Pretty Boy move into his new cushy beach house in Coronado.
We make great use of his bed and the balcony connected to his bedroom.
Turns out he grows a steel rod at the thought of being watched, pushing me to my knees out in the open air as I swallow him down.
For weeks now, we’ve spent almost all of our free time away from baseball together. Early morning runs on the beach, surfing lessons I secretly enjoy giving him, and chill nights with the teammates at the bar to play pool or darts.
At times, it’s hard to transition from how we act in private to being public figures out on the field.
Since the night of our kiss, everything between us has changed.
If I’m being truthful with myself, it actually changed weeks before that.
Probably from the moment he walked into our locker room, looking straight out of a Ralph Lauren campaign.
That was months ago, but watching him now as he stands in front of his locker, stripping out of his practice clothes with sweat still clinging to every inch of his skin, sends a spark straight through my chest.
We had pitcher-catcher practice today, but of course Pretty Boy needed to put extra work in and kept me behind. I’m not complaining, though. Three months ago, I would’ve bitched come hell or high water at needing to spend any extra time with someone who annoyed the shit out of me.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
We practiced some new signals, and of course I had to add a few secret ones only for him. I don’t know what he’s doing to me. I’m giddy like a schoolgirl skipping around with a new crush. I haven’t even had a craving for women, let alone any other man.
“Now who’s the one with the wandering eyes?” Will teases, glancing at me over his shoulder with a smirk.
“Now that I know exactly how that ass looks underneath your pants, I take my fill anytime I want.”
It’s true. I find myself staring at the perfection of Will’s hard planes and sculpted muscles day in and day out. No shame in my game. My cock stirs when Will strips completely naked, tossing me heated looks as his half-hard dick lays perfectly against his thigh.
Thank God we’re the only two left here. The way he struts toward the showers with his ass muscles flexing in each step has me panting like a dog. He knows what he’s doing, and I love the confidence growing within him each time we’re together.
He may not be able to confess his true feelings, or come to terms with his sexuality, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Will Sinclair fucking wants me as much as I want him.
I peel off every article of clothing I have in a flash, following him into the steam of the shower. He’s started without me, letting the water spill down his chest and shoulders in tantalizing rivulets.
With his back to me, I slowly approach him, pressing my erection between the valley of his ass. The heat from the water pales in comparison to the fire that ignites every time our bodies touch, an inferno of lust and insatiable need.
I bite his shoulder at the same time my hands snake around his waist. With splayed fingers, I let my fingertips memorize the ridges of his abs, softly tugging the tuft of hair right above his thick cock.
“You kept me out longer so you could get me all to yourself, didn’t you,” I rasp in his ear.
A hint of a devious grin plays on his lips. “You needed the extra work. I was just being a team player.”
“Oh? You wanna be a team player, Sin?” I suck hard on his neck, tracing his veins with my tongue. One of my hands grips his girth, tugging once, then twice.
A low grumble erupts from his chest, and I bite his shoulder harder, leaving my teeth imprints on his heated skin.
“Get on your knees,” I demand, my voice low and raspy in his ear.
Will has never taken me in his mouth before. All our time spent together, I’ve never expected him to return the favor by giving me a blowjob. But with each day, his trust for me grows. I don’t take advantage of it, and I try not to take it for granted.
I told him myself we’d always take things at his pace. He sets the rhythm, and I follow willingly with no questions asked. But this moment feels different. I’ve gotten to know Will Sinclair intimately, physically, and emotionally in ways no one else has gotten access to.
Reading his body language is almost second-nature to me. I know when he’s hungry, when he’s angry, when he’s fucking horny. His eyes don’t hide from me, no matter how much he hides his heart.
He needs the push. Just a bit. I’ll push.
When Will doesn’t move, I repeat myself in a harsher tone. “You heard me. Get on your knees, Sin.”
A beat passes, and then he turns around with a molten gaze that practically melts me on the spot.
Oh, he fucking wants this.
We take a step back out of the stream of the shower, where the water pelts his back as he slowly lowers himself onto the shower floor. I’d be concerned for his old man knees on this tile, but with how hard I am and how much I’m leaking, this won’t take long at all.
I brush his damp hair back from his face, my hand lingering as I cup his cheek. My thumb slips past his lips, and heat rushes through me when his tongue circles it—his cheeks hollowing like he’s already practicing what he plans to do to me.
My cock swings in front of Will, his eyes locked onto the precum seeping from the tip. There’s something so primal in his gaze, like he wants to eat me alive. Not gonna lie, the power trip he’s giving me is doing wonders for my ego. Pretty Boy on his knees for me. Only me.
“Stick your tongue out,” I snarl, fighting every urge to drive my cock straight down his tight throat.
He obeys instantly. What a good boy. “So much for ‘I submit to no one,’” I tease, catching the glower in Will’s eyes.
I slap my cock on the flat of his tongue, using my hand to squeeze out drops of precum straight into his mouth. He hesitates for a moment, but then greedily laps up the beads of glossy liquid.
Will hums in pleasure, snapping something deep in my chest where a feral beast is ready to lash out and claim him. I can’t wait any longer.
“Open wide and take me, Sinclair.”
The moment his mouth parts, I press the head of my cock past his lips, my hand locking around his jaw as I guide the rest of my length down his throat.
Christ, that feels good.
My head tips up toward the ceiling, and I revel in the feeling of Will’s mouth working me deeper. When I hit the back of his throat and he gags, I almost bust. “Fuck,” I mutter, pulling back slightly to give him some reprieve.
But he’s determined alright, taking me back in without missing a beat.
“Look at you. So fuckin’ greedy.”
He answers with a nibble on the head of my cock, and something about that makes me go insane. Gripping his jaw tighter, I show him no mercy and fuck into his mouth hard and fast.
Eyes watery and throat tightening, I’m in Nirvana. In and out, so, so goddamn good.
“Shit, Sin. That’s it. Just like that. You’re gonna make me come.”
He holds me deep, tongue working that magic spot along the underside of my cock. Holy fuck—he’s putting in work, and I’m unraveling with every second.
Hard to believe this is Will’s first time going down on a man. You’d think with the way he expertly moves his tongue and works his throat that he’s a bonafide cocksucker. The image of Will on his knees for anyone else blindsides me, and a fierce need to claim him surges hot through my veins.
I thrust with everything I have, chasing the tingles flowing through my bloodstream and landing straight between my legs.
“Gonna come, Sin.”
I start to pull back, but his big hands clutch my ass and drive me deeper, burying me in his throat until his nose is pressed flush against me.
A string of curses leaves my lips in a rush as I release spurts of my cum into his mouth, coming and coming until the steam of the shower clouds everything around us.
His eyes widen as he struggles to swallow my load, full of desire. Aftershocks of my orgasm have me twitching against his tongue, and once I’m empty, I slowly slip myself out.
“Fuck, Sinclair. You sure you’ve never done that before?” I pant, tracing his lips with the head of my cock.
He licks the remnants of my release from the corners of his mouth before standing up and crushing his lips to mine. I taste myself on his tongue, my heart blooming with pride that he did something for the first time with me.
We kiss until the water turns cold, then rush through the rest of the shower, stealing kisses in between. An ease settles over us, something that’s been happening more and more lately.
Will bares himself to me, giving me glimpses of something that I want more of.
Every smile, laugh, and intimate moment spent with him has me envisioning a life I didn’t see for myself.
Sure, I’ve always wanted something akin to what my parents have.
But I’m still early days in my career, and no one could truly understand the lifestyle this sport demands.
Until Will. My teammate. An ex-rival, at that.
All this sneaking around can’t last. Eventually, Will’s gonna have to face reality and say the hard shit out loud. I’m not about to push him into something he’s not ready for, but the lines keep blurring, and I’m not sure how much longer my head can fight what my heart already wants.
Safe to say, I’m down fucking bad.
Shit.