Page 20 of A Surprise for the Holidays
No, that was a lie. He knew. Deep down he knew. He’d crossed a line from having a crush to falling for AJ and that was dangerous. This was probably going to be a one-off occurrence — their positions on the team alone meant they shouldn’t be doing this at all. Falling in love with his coach was a terrible, terrible idea.
Bailey’s throat worked convulsively as he felt the slick, blunt head of AJ’s cock teasing at his hole, and he brought his knees up higher along AJ’s sides to accommodate their position. “You sure you—”
“Yes,” Bailey closed his eyes, afraid that if he looked up at AJ he’d give his feelings away. He arched his back. “I’m sure. Please, August.”
“Christ, Bailey,” AJ sank into him slowly, “hearing you say my name like that…”
Bailey hadn’t meant to. It tended to slip out during his fantasies, feeling so much more special than using AJ’s nickname. He knew that AJ usually hated his name, and it gave him another thrill to hear that it was okay when he said it. More than okay, really. Enjoyable, even.
“Oh, fuck, pet…you feel so good…”
AJ moved slowly, dragging his cock in and out of Bailey’s body at a lazy pace. Bailey was glad for that. He wanted the moment to last as long as it possibly could.
“God, yes, right there,” he urged as AJ pressed in a little deeper and a little harder. “Age—ah!—August…there.”
The press of AJ’s soft, hairy abdomen against his, the drag of chest hair on his smooth skin, the rough of AJ’s beard as he nuzzled and kissed at Bailey’s neck…it was perfect.
AJ smelled faintly spicy from his faded cologne, and his hair was becoming lank and droopy with sweat as Bailey’s fingers threaded through it. He smiled to himself as he realised that there was a bit of a curl to the dark locks, just as he’d suspected.
“Fuck,” AJ panted, the expletive almost lost in his quiet exertions. If his mouth hadn’t been quite so close to Bailey’s ear, he might have missed it entirely. “Fuck, I’m getting close.”
“To the…to the left—myleft…” Bailey encouraged him, then muffled a shout of pleasure when AJ hit that spot inside him by biting down on AJ’s shoulder. “Jesus fucking…nnggh.” He clamped his mouth over AJ’s sweat-salted skin again, letting out softened grunts and cries with every pass back over his prostate. “Gonna come,” he warned, amazed that neither of them had even reached for his cock, trapped as it was between their bodies. “Ay…August…ohfuck.”
He erupted as the white-hot ecstasy of orgasm hit him like a freight train. Sticky warmth bloomed between them, smearingall over their bellies as August’s slow thrusts became faster and harder, his breathing even heavier, his arms shaking on either side of Bailey’s face. He planted his mouth over Bailey’s and moaned into him as he stilled and came. Then, as the afterglow began to settle, turned the harsh, unforgiving kiss into a soft, sweet one.
“Be right back,” he whispered, pulling out and heading into his ensuite, returning with a damp cloth and, with a gentleness Bailey had only seen him use with his daughter, wiped Bailey clean. Following that, he carelessly cleaned his own belly and dick, then tossed the cloth back into the bathroom, uncaring of where it landed.
With his heart still thundering inside his chest, Bailey pushed himself up and swung around until his feet were planted on the floor and he was sitting on the edge of the mattress.
The silence between them was stilted and heavy with a million things they should say to each other, but that neither really wanted to.
In the end, Bailey bit the bullet. “We shouldn’t do that again,” he said, even though it broke his heart to do so. “I loved it” —Love you,he thought, but couldn’t say it— “but you’re my coach. If the club found out…if your bosses found out…” There was no way he would be the reason AJ’s debut season as a coach was ruined.
AJ was quiet for a long time. So long that Bailey wondered if he had even been listening. Then he cleared his throat and gruffly said, “I know.”
It hurt. It hurt Bailey so much, he couldn’t understand how he could be so attached to this man after such a short amount of time. But he was, and it sucked.
“Still friends, though, right?” The question tasted like ash on Bailey’s tongue. He’d be crushed if AJ said no.
Thankfully, his coach’s lips quirked and he nodded. “ ’Course.”
After another span of awkward silence, Bailey once again made the difficult choice to be the voice of reason. “I should go.”
It hurt all over again when AJ just nodded morosely and didn’t stop him.
Chapter 13
August
One thing about AJ: he’d never dealt well with being told something was forbidden. In fact, being told he couldn’t have something only made him want it more.
And Bailey Peters was a shiny, big red button that read ‘Do Not Press’.
After the mind-blowing, lifechanging experience of fucking the younger man, of kissing his perfect plump lips and seeing that mane of light-brown hair spread around his head like a halo as AJ moved in and out of him, AJ wanted —no,needed— more.
And, because Bailey appeared to feel much the same way, hegotmore.
They never intended for it to keep happening, but it seemed that the very moment they were alone, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. AJ had gone from the longest dry spell he’d ever had in his life, to keeping up with the libido of an incredibly fit twenty-something.
