Page 16 of Hidden Plays (Desert Football #1)

As I lost myself in the moment, I slipped my hand inside my joggers, pulling on my aching cock, swiping the head with my precum. Sparks shot through my body, and my hips rocked in time with my strokes.

His breath quickened along with the pace of his hand as his body trembled. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Watching his jacking hand, climax roared to the edge. Wait for it. I rested my cheek on his shoulder and fixated on his cock, jerking in his hand as hot cum spurted from it, splattering my cheek and his chest.

“Oh, fuck.” My eyes rolled back as a mind-numbing orgasm shuddered through me, my fist squeezing and pumping my pulsing cock, pleasure surging inside me in waves.

As it slowed, I panted, and clarity came rushing back.

What the hell just happened? How did I end up like this?

I was only helping him with his knee. But he’d started it.

“Jesus, JJ. I haven’t come that hard in…probably ever.” He buried his nose in my hair, breathing me in. “I didn’t even feel my knee for a couple of minutes.”

Shit, his knee. “Are you okay? Did we hurt it?” I slipped my hand from my joggers, blobs of cum coating it.

We’d made quite a mess. And there was cum on my cheek.

Flicking my tongue to the side, I licked it off, the salty taste of him heating my skin.

Would he let me blow him someday? Would it ever get to that ?

“Nope, feels the same. The ice pack fell off.” With a chuckle, he pushed the ice pack from the pillow to his knee.

“I’ll get cleaned up and bring you a washcloth.” After tucking myself into my briefs, I hopped out of bed and washed in the bathroom, then wet a washcloth and brought it to him, holding it out. “Do you, um, want me to help?—”

“No, I’ve got it.” After grabbing the towel, he swiped it across his shirt and waning dick. “Could you get me a fresh shirt?” He gave me a sheepish look and threw the washcloth on the floor. “I’ll get that later.”

“Yeah, sure.” I strode to his bag and fished out another team shirt. “Is this one good?” I held it up. It looked similar to the one he had on.

“Yeah.” Leaning forward, he shucked his shirt over his head and tossed it. “Good thing I always bring extras, but I didn’t know I’d have to change because we’d…um…”

“Because you’d get cum on your shirt?” With a soft snort, I gave him the clean shirt and sat next to him. Okay, would it get awkward now? Where was this going? I didn’t want to push him, but I deserved answers. “How should we do this moving forward?” I balked. I sounded so corporate.

He pushed through his shirt and slid it down his washboard abs. “I don’t know. Date for real?” He smirked. “But I’d rather not visit the gay bar for a bit.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” I edge in closer to him. Was he a cuddler?

Lifting his arm, he wrapped it around my shoulders, tucking me into his side. I was taller than him, but he had at least twenty pounds of muscle more than me. “Good.” He nuzzled the side of my head. “Is it weird that I like how you smell?”

“No, because I enjoy how you smell too.” I turned into him, curling my legs to the side and resting my hand on his wide chest. “The best way for me to know if I like a guy is if I still like the way he smells after sex.” Heat swarmed my cheeks. Why the fuck did I say that ?

“Yeah? So, smell me.” He lifted his head and gave me a charming grin.

I sniffed his neck and his hair, the scent sparking heat in my belly. He smelled even sexier after he came. More musky than cinnamon. Oh, hell yes. “I like it.” God, I was in trouble.

“I need to take this slowly, JJ.” His grin waned. “I hope that’s okay with you, since I know you’re a relationship guy, and I don’t want to hurt you or lead you on.”

“What does that mean?” He wasn’t looking for hookups, was he? Clutching the duvet, I studied his face.

“It means I don’t want to jump into anal sex right away.” He cringed. “I’m unsure if I’d ever want to.” He pulled in a breath. “Is that a deal breaker?”

We’re making a new deal? “It’s not, it’s not a deal breaker.” He had no experience with his prostate. I’d change that. “Anything else is on the table though?” I hooked a brow.

He glanced toward my dick. “Yeah. I think I want to try, you know, jerking you off or giving you head.” His cheeks bloomed pink. “I was salivating when you pulled your dick out.”

“Are you shitting me?” I parted my lips. I could have gotten a blowjob before the game? From him? But if he wasn’t sure about touching my dick, he hadn’t been ready.

“No, I’m not. I can’t believe it myself.” Tipping his head back, his gaze rose to the ceiling. “I’d like to keep this between us, if it’s okay with you. I’m not ready to go full-on queer with my friends and family.” His gaze cut to mine. “I need to make sure this isn’t?—”

“A phase?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I ground my teeth. Did I really want to do this? It was dangerous and not something I’d ever considered before.

“That sounds bad.” He grabbed my hand from my chest and kissed my knuckles. “It’s not a phase. I like you, JJ. It’s not much different from when I like a chick, really. I just need time to sort it out.” He wrinkled his brow. “Can you give me that?”

My gaze explored his face, watching me so intently. Could I trust him? He’d given me no sign I couldn’t. If he just wanted to have sex and then leave, he wouldn’t have confessed all of this. “Yeah, I can give you time.” I just had to be careful of my feelings.

“Good.” He glanced at the ice pack. “I think my knee is frozen solid.” He swiped it off and onto the bed. “Guess I should still text you then.” He quirked his lips.

“Guess so, but now you’ll be an actual boyfriend.” I peered at his knee and the surrounding scars. “Tell me more about your experience with your injury.” There was so much I didn’t know about that time in his life. It had to have changed him.

Leaning against me, he rested his head against mine.

“I felt lost afterward. I was told I shouldn’t try to play football again.

One critical hit and I might never recover fully.

” He huffed a laugh. “Well, as fully as I’m recovered now.

” He sighed. “It broke me. I fell into a profound depression and felt lost in life. I even thought about ending it.” Lifting his head, he peeked at me.

“My parents got me into therapy. I still go, even now. But it’s over the phone, you know, telehealth. ”

“Yeah.” Damn, I had no idea. What if it’d happened to me? My heart ached for him. “I’m sorry, Holden.” He’d played so well that year. “You were a damn good quarterback.” I had to give him that. With a thick swallow, I said, “I guess you deserved the MVP that year.”

“Thank you. You don’t know how much it means to hear you say that.” He kissed my cheek. “Where do we go from here?”

“Uh, the game.” I snickered and crawled to his knee. “Can you bend it? How does it feel?” I touched the cool skin on his kneecap. It hadn’t swollen much, so that was hopeful.

“It stopped aching.” He slowly bent his leg. “Not too bad.” Pointing at his bag in the corner, he asked, “Can you grab me a knee brace from my bag? I want to try standing on it.”

“Sure.” I scrambled off the bed and went to his bag, fishing through it. “There are three compression bandages in here. Which one do you want?” I pulled out one with metal braces on either side of it and held it up.

“That one. Might as well start with the heavy-duty one.” He shimmied to the edge of the bed.

“You need to update the coaching staff about this.” I ambled to him, crouched by his feet and slipped the brace up his leg, my gaze moving to his crotch, the outline of his dick visible through his joggers.

My balls heated. Fuck me, I could go again.

What was it about him that made me so hot for him? I wasn’t normally like this.

As he set the straps on the brace, he nodded. “Yeah, I know. Let me assess the damage first.” Resting his hands on my shoulders, he stood on his good leg, his dick at face level.

I stared at it, my mouth watering. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” My cock woke and swelled to half-mast. I could just pull his pants down and give him a little lick.

“Oh, oops.” He freed a stuttered chuckle. “Guess I should be more careful of where my body parts are.”

“Unless you want it.” I peeked at him and cupped his balls, rubbing my thumb across his dick, heavy even when flaccid.

“Jesus, JJ.” His eyelids hooded, and he swiped his tongue across his lips. “That feels?—”

Loud knocking echoed through the room. “Sir, it’s Harvey Weiss, the hotel manager.”

“Shit.” He put weight on his bad leg and limped to the door. “Just a minute.” Scanning the room, his gaze stopped at me and in a harsh whisper, he said, “Can you tidy up a little?”

“Sure,” I said before wandering through the room, tossing his shirt and the washcloth into the closet, and then straightening the bed. He cared what the hotel manager saw? I planted my hands on my hips.

Swinging the door open, he said, “Hi, what can I do for you?”

Harvey stepped into the room, peered at me and then faced Holden. “I wanted to know how your knee was doing. Will you need your dinner brought to your room, or will you be joining your team?” He flicked his gaze toward Holden’s braced knee and back up.

“I’ll be joining my team.” He offered a thin-lipped grin. “Thank you for checking on me.” He placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Oh, of course.” Harvey strode to the entryway. “Let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.” Throwing a glance my way, he left.

Holden shut the door. “He thinks I’m going to sue them.” He limped toward me. “Frankly, I don’t have time for that shit.”

“You’d probably get a decent settlement.” His knee didn’t seem too bad, though. I stepped toward him. I had to get back to Casey. He’d wonder where I was and might come looking for me. “I should go back to my room. Can I do anything for you before I leave?”

“Kiss me.” With a smirk, he cupped my cheeks and pressed his lips against mine for a toe-curling kiss. “I’ll see you at dinner.” He patted my shoulder.

Breathless, I said, “Yeah, see you.” With my head swirling, I left.