Page 43 of Hidden Plays
I rocked my hips, my hole clenching as his cockhead teased it, pleasure sparking over my skin. “Better than anyone else?” I was asking a lot here, but I’d never known a guy who made me think about sex all the damn time.
“Yeah, better.” He pinched my nipple and freed a ragged moan, his dick jerking against my ass. “I want to kiss you, but I like what we’re doing too much.”
A shock of pleasure burst inside me, and my balls drew up. I wouldn’t last much longer. “I’ll kiss you after.” As I thrust, he pumped me faster, and held me to him with his other hand planted on my abs. “During the entire workout today, all I could think about was having you in the shower and then all the guys left…” He bit my back and his dick pulsed. “Ah…fuck.”
He’d been thinking about sex throughout practice? Damn. “Good thing I took my time doing your stretches.” My body quivered, and my dick grew sensitive, my balls filling. “Babe, gonna come.” I couldn’t hold back, not knowing how hot he’d been for me all morning.
“Yeah, me too.” As heat filled my crack, he muffled his gasps in my neck, his body tensing around me and shuddering.
Fisting my hands against the wall, I dipped my head as strong spasms racked my body, my cum shooting on the wall in spurts. Biting my lip, I stifled moans while round after round of pleasure surged inside me.
As it slowed, I twisted in his hold and wrapped my arms around him, devouring his mouth in mine, my tongue exploring his as the water hit my backside. These weren’t the hurried kisses of passion. These were the kisses of two people connected, craving an even deeper connection. It would be so easy to fall for him.
With an arm around my waist and another holding my nape, he kissed me slowly, deliberately, our spent dicks pressed together.
After a few minutes, I broke the kisses. I had to go to class at some point. Cupping his cheek, I said, “Hey, that was nice. Maybe we can continue it tonight?”
His gaze met mine, water dripping from his thick lashes. “Yeah, tonight.” He dipped his head and came back. “You don’t think I’m weird for getting in the shower with you?”
“Are you kidding me? Hell no, I’m glad you did. It’ll make my day so much brighter.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “But I need a proper shower now and to go to class.”
“Yeah, me too.” He pressed a long kiss on my mouth. “It doesn’t feel odd to be naked with you, just so you know.”
“So, it’s okay to be naked in bed now?” A smile raced across my lips. He was coming around, getting used to his newfound sexuality.
With a nod, he grinned. “Okay, I’ll let you shower now.” Turning, he stepped out of the stall.
“Get me another towel if you didn’t bring one, will you?” Had he even thought of bringing his own before he’d molested me? With my heart happy, I put my head into the spray and washed.
“Yeah, sure.”
Later that night,I met Holden at a parking lot across the street from The Mission. He looked delicious in a crisp linen shirt and black jeans. The memory of our shower this morning replayed in my head. It had been such an unexpected thing for him to do, but had meant so much to me. “Hey.” As I stepped to him, I kissed his cheek and threaded my fingers in his.
As the sun hung low across a sky sprinkled with puffy clouds, the cooler air of evening washed over us. “Have you ever been to this place?”
“Nope. I passed it a few times on my way to a local bar, but never thought to try it.” He strolled with me across the street.
The shops lining the streets in this area of town were mostly one story, all with covered walkways of rustic hand-hewn poles and tiled roofs. It was a throwback to Scottsdale’s Old West heritage, when people on horseback were a common occurrence. Not so much anymore.
An open trolley of tourists drinking from tall plastic glasses crept by us, all shouting, waving and readying for a night on the town.
We walked hand in hand to the building; the stucco painted in white and resembling the historic mission standing next to it. As we ducked inside a long portico with Saltillo tile, I squeezed Holden’s hand. Back when I’d first seen him at practice, I never in a thousand years thought I’d be having a proper date with him.
We stopped at a black hostess stand, where I told the woman about our reservations. I’d wanted a table on the back patio, since the weather was cooperating.
She led us through the main dining room, past a dark bar and tables with tufted leather seating and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. After strolling through a small passageway, we came to the back patio, set up with round, black tables and rounded wicker chairs. Flowers in Mexican pottery lined theenclosure of the masonry wall, while a large brick fireplace sat on one side. A large overhang with rustic beams loomed over us.
I took a chair, and Holden fell in next to me. “So, the food here is Latin cuisine, but the street tacos and margaritas are amazing.” I held my menu to my face.
His gaze swept his menu. “Looks good. I like both.” He set his menu down as the server stopped at our table for our drink order.
He ordered a standard margarita while I went with the prickly pear. “So, how did everything with your family turn out? You said your brother is a long story?” I’d never seen his brother in high school, but I knew he was older. I unwrapped my linen napkin and placed it on my lap.
“My brother is a loser.” His grin fell, and his brows knitted. “I hate to say it, but that’s the short version of it.” He peered around him for a beat and grabbed my hand resting on the table.
“What makes you say he’s a loser?” I squeezed his hand. We’d cover this topic briefly and then move on. He didn’t seem happy talking about it.
“He’s a heavy drinker and into drugs. I think it’s just weed, but he might have moved on to something stronger.” After pursing his lips, he drank some water from a glass on the table. “He barely finished high school and works in construction.” He gave me a pointed look. “Noel asks my dad for money, and Dad gives it to him. Even though my mom doesn’t want him to.”
