Page 59 of Play With Me
When we finally make it to the stairs that lead down, Colton’s hand skims my waist.
“You know, you looked fucking hot out there. All those muscles.”
It makes my cock perk up.
I want him on his knees for me, my cock shoved down his throat, gagging on it.
My body shifts right, and I drag him under the bleachers, away from prying eyes. I have six minutes tops before I need to get back on the field.
Colton turns toward me, and his lips fall on mine. Aggressive, hard. I moan and pull him into me, our hips grinding against each other. We just fucked, and still, we’re both ready to go again.
This isn’t normal. It can’t be.
Colton rips his lips from mine and bites his way up my neck to my ear.
“Fuck, you smell good. Sweaty, hot.” He bites down on my ear, and I gasp, arching my hips forward, seeking friction.
“I want to suck your cock,” he murmurs, those words sending a shiver down my spine.
“No time.”
He chuckles and bites my ear again. “Bet you come in two minutes.”
With that, he sinks to his knees and tugs my athletic shorts down. My cock is hard, ready, and without a word, he takes me all the way into the back of his throat. He gags around my hard length, but doesn’t let up. He’s right. If he keeps this up, I’m going to come in less than two minutes.
Maybe more like one.
His fingers curl against my ass cheeks, with one slipping between my crack and finding my hole. It’s an onslaught. His mouth is bobbing on my dick, his finger teasing my ass.
I can’t take it. I fucking can’t hold back.
With my head thrown back and a muffled cry, I come into his mouth, listening as he slurps it all down hungrily. Eager.
When he stands up, he’s swiping at his mouth, looking proud.
“Told you,” he says, his voice hoarse.
“You’re getting good at it.”
He laughs and then leans in for another kiss.
“Gonna be in your ass after practice. I can’t fucking wait.”
And with that, he turns and leaves, adjusting himself as he goes. I can do nothing but wait, trying to get my breathing under control before I go back on the field. I have no idea the state he left me, how I look. Maybe everyone will know when I make an appearance that he’s sucked my dick.
But no one says a thing. Not even Paulie. Though he does send me a sly wink and then mentions that he’ll be out tonight. I know what that means.
He’s giving me some privacy.
He’s seriously the best.
We run our drills, work out in the gym after, and when I finally make it back to the apartment, freshly showered and ready to be fucked, Colton is already there, in my room.
He let himself in. Probably picked the lock and made his way inside.
It should make me angry—a total invasion of privacy—but it only makes butterflies erupt in my chest.
When I find him in my room, he’s pushing something into his pocket.
