Page 39 of Hidden Plays
“I think so. I couldn’t feel it when we were, uh, dry humping?” That’s what he’d called it. I gazed into his eyes. I wish I’d watched him come like I had earlier. But I had a feeling there’d be much more of it.
He rolled off me and sat up. “I’ll put the ice on it.” He reached for it.
“No, you don’t have to.” I placed my hand on his back. After what we’d done, I didn’t want him rushing off on me. “Come here.” I patted my chest.
With a soft grin, he rolled to his side and lay down, his head on my pecs, my arm curling around his shoulders. “You know I want to lick your nipple again if I’m this close to it.” He brushed his fingers in a circle around it.
“Do that and we’re going again.” I chuckled, the warmth of his body stirring my heart. Apparently, I was a nipple guy. Who knew?
He teased the nipple, rolling it in his fingers. “You have nice nipples.”
I squirmed, my dick attempting to rally, even as it waned. “Thanks?” Hadn’t I told chicks that? It sounded a little weird coming from a guy, but it was JJ.
He swept his fingers down my abs, leaving a tickle in his wake, and palmed my cock. “Do you mind? I want to touch you.” He pressed his softening dick against my hip, the wetness sticking to my skin.
It was…comfortable, being touched by him. “No, I don’t mind, but how long will you stay?” I kissed his head. “If you keep it up, we are definitely going again.” We were like kids at Christmas with new toys.
“Yeah, I should return before Casey gets up to piss or something.” He swirled his fingers over my cockhead. “You have such a nice dick. I can’t wait to taste it.”
“How often does Casey get up to piss?” I pursed my lips. What excuse could JJ give for being here? He could only use the knee problem for so long.
“At least once, but I stuffed my pillows under my sheets to make it look like I was in bed.” He snickered and sucked my nipple into his mouth, then popped it out.
I jumped as pleasure jolted through me. “JJ, be nice.” I should have known he’d be a little on the wicked side.
“Can’t help it.” As he lifted his head, he pouted. “I have to go, but I want to do so many dirty things to you.” His pupils flared. “We’ll have time when we get home, though.”
Home. We had to go back to reality. “Yeah, sure.” How would it work though? There wasn’t time to talk through it tonight. “Maybe we could go on a proper date when I get back?”
“Hell yes.” He kissed the tip of my nose and climbed off the bed. “I’m going to clean up and then I have to go.” Hestrolled toward the bathroom, his tight ass swaying in his briefs.
“Okay.” Shit, I had a mess to deal with myself. But it could wait until he left. With a sigh, I bent my bad leg, and my knee protested, but it was feeling better. Leaning over my duffel, I pulled a pair of pajama bottoms out and stood.
He ambled out of the bathroom. “Okay, clean enough.” Looking around him, he grabbed his shirt and sweats and then put them on. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He kissed my cheek and left the room.
The next day,JJ and I were back to pretending there wasn’t anything between us, except for fake boyfriend text messages, which were turning into real boyfriend texts. The long bus ride home had been a little longer with weekend traffic through the Palm Springs area, and when I’d gotten home, I’d unpacked and fallen into bed.
After Monday’s practice, my phone buzzed in my backpack. I fished it out.
Mom
I’d like to have a family dinner at our house tomorrow night. Can you make it?
That was odd. It wasn’t someone’s birthday or a holiday. I tapped my screen.
Holden
Sure, what time?
Mom
Six, I’m making your favorite lasagna.
Holden
That soundsgreat. I’ll be there.
Hot breath brushed my shoulder, and I turned, JJ’s stunning face coming into view.
