Page 33 of Hidden Plays (Desert Football #1)

“You got it, buddy.” After patting his ass, I lined up with the other guys along the thirty-five yard line, ready for the snap. Success here meant I’d have a touchdown every game this year. I was pushing for an ASU record .

Carter yelled out commands, and the center snapped the ball to him.

Sprinting like my career depended on it, I hightailed it inside the end zone with a Stanford defender hot on my ass. I turned and sidestepped.

Carter marched backward, faking the ball to Hayes and then, spying me, threw his arm back and shot a perfect spiral my way.

Ducking around the defender, I jumped in the air, snatching the ball over my head and dropping, tucking the ball against my chest. “Fuck yeah.” I’d gotten my touchdown.

The defender fell on me and rolled off. “Damn it.” Shaking his head, he stretched a hand out. “Sorry, I couldn’t stop.”

“No worries. Thanks, man.” I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me up. This guy was all right. It was nice to see good sportsmanship. Tossing the ball to a ref, I jogged to the sideline, where Holden waited.

Holden slapped my ass. “Good job out there, Matthews.” His gaze swung toward Coach, and his jaw fell.

“I’m glad to see you two getting along so well.” With a smirk, Coach stepped to us. “You’re taking quite in interest in Matthews’s career.” His smirk widened. “Just don’t forget about your other players, Cox.” He pointed at Carter. “Our QB has a little limp he’s trying to hide.”

“Oh, yes, sir. I’m on it.” Sneaking a peek at me, Holden rushed off to Casey.

With a snicker, I took my place along the guys at the sideline to watch the kickoff return. Hopefully, we’d get another shot at scoring.

After our post-game routines, everyone had been quiet in the locker room. We’d lost the game, and in the end, Stanford had proved to be the better team. But it still didn’t sit well with everyone. I showered and dressed in my team sweats for the ride home and then drove Eli and Casey home.

The drive was quiet. Would these guys ever snap out of it? But then, they didn’t have a boyfriend spending the night to look forward to. I parked in the driveway at the house, noting Holden’s Civic on the curb. Malik and Tex had gone out somewhere. How long had Holden been waiting?

I stepped out of my SUV as Holden appeared from inside his car with a bag slung over his shoulder and a twelve-pack of beer in his hand. “Hey.” I walked to him, hitching my duffel up my shoulder.

“See you in there, man.” Casey waved and strolled to the front door with Eli.

“Hey.” Holden strode to me, hooked an arm around my waist and planted a long kiss on my lips. “I hope the guys won’t be too down tonight. You all played well despite the loss.” He held the beer up. “I thought a few beers were in order.”

“Hell, yeah.” With a shrug, I said, “The guys didn’t say a word in the car, but I’m sure they’ll appreciate the beer.”

“You two coming or what?” Eli stood in the open doorway, his enormous frame filling the space.

“We’re coming.” Grabbing Holden’s hand, I led him into the house. “Holden brought us some beer.” Because my boyfriend was good like that. I stepped inside.

“Oh, fucking fantastic.” Casey took the beer from Holden and brought it into the kitchen.

“Boy’s, we’re drowning our sorrows tonight.

” He opened the box and set four beer cans on the island counter and then put the rest in the refrigerator.

“This isn’t victory, but it’s still a fucking beer.

” Casey opened his can and gulped some down.

Glancing at Casey, I guided Holden to my room. “You can put your bag down anywhere.”

Tapping his lips, he surveyed my bedroom. “How about in the closet?” He slid the mirrored doors open and threw it on the floor. “Your bedroom is so nice. I don’t want to mess it up. ”

“Jesus.” With a chuckle, I rubbed my eyes. If he liked my room so much, imagine his reaction to my parents’ house?

“Come on, let’s join Casey and Eli for a drink and then enjoy each other.” I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again, or to see if he’d be open to some prostate play himself.

We walked into the main room to find Casey, and Eli sprawled on opposite ends of the sectional. Casey pointed toward the kitchen. “Your beers are over there.”

“Thanks.” Holden grabbed the beers for us and met me on the couch.

We dropped into the center of the sectional beside each other.

“How’s your IT band doing?” Casey drank some beer.

“It’s…” Fuck, I hadn’t even noticed it tonight. “I think it’s healed. There’s been no pain the last few days.” I patted Holden’s knee. “Babe, you’re a genius.”

With a cheeky grin, he said, “I told you I knew what I was doing.” He sipped some beer.

“You’ll make a great NFL trainer someday.” I kissed his cheek. It was what he wanted to do, wasn’t it? I’d never actually asked.

“I hope so. It’d be great to get a job like that. I’ve heard it’s hard though and can depend on who you know.” Holden picked at the pull tab on his beer.

“You’ll know at least one guy in the NFL by the time you graduate.” Casey ticked his brows and drank more beer.

“That’s true.” Holden nodded.

Shit, we had to talk about our futures at some point. I looked him over. He could find a job in any city I was in, but could I leave him for a year to finish his schooling here? Would the situation with his brother be a problem? It would suck, but he’d be worth it.

After another beer and watching a comedy show with Casey and Eli, I retired to my room with Holden, flicking on my nightstand lamps and locking my door behind me. “So, what are you in the mood for tonight?” I stalked toward him.

His cheeks flamed pink, and he dipped his head. “I was wondering what it would be like to use a plug.” As he dropped his team sweats, his cock tented his briefs.

“You were, huh?” Damn, I was in luck. “I can arrange that.” With my gaze affixed to his nipples, I brushed over them and came in, skimming my tongue over one and then the other, while palming his thickening cock.

He groaned and tipped his head back, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. “Ever since you showed me that, I’ve been thinking about it.”

“You have?” I teased and pinched his nipple, and his dick pulsed against my palm. My cock ached, and my balls tingled. “As your official boyfriend who loves you, I guess it’s my duty to be sure you understand everything the prostate offers.”

“Yeah? It’s that good, huh?” He gazed at me with darkened eyes and swept his tongue across his lips. “Show me.”

“Lose the underwear and get on my bed, ass up.” I shrugged off my clothes in record time. We were both in for a treat tonight.

“Ass up?” He bit his thumbnail, examining my bed.

“Oh, fuck. Towel.” I raced into my bathroom, snatched a towel from the holder and stopped at my bed.

Holden was on his elbows and knees, his stunning ass facing me and his hard dick pointed toward his face. “Like this?”

“Fuck yeah.” My dick twitched, dribbling precum down my shaft. I’d seen nothing more beautiful in my life. “Here, put this under you.”

He set the towel under him and repositioned. “Now what?” Twisting his head, he peered at me.

Brushing my fingers over the globe of his ass, I swooned. I had Holden Cox on my bed, ass up and wanting me. How had this happened? I was a lucky man. “You’re so fucking hot like that, babe.” I skimmed my finger down his crack, touching his puckered hole, and it clenched.

“Fuck. I don’t know why, but this is turning me on.” He dropped his head between his arms.

I seized the lube and plug from the drawer and crawled onto the bed behind him. After squirting lube onto the fingers of both hands, I slicked my cock and leaned over him, stroking his dick. I’d start with something familiar.

He hissed and squirmed his hips. “Not too much. I don’t want to come yet.”

Damn, he was that aroused already? “Sure.” I bit his ass cheek and licked the mark, smoothing it over. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you.” Slipping my throbbing dick between his cheeks, I rubbed over his hole with the tip, sensation shivering my skin. This was a tease, but, holy hell, it felt good.

He gasped and arched his back, his solid cock leaking precum into my stroking hand. “Uh, babe? What if…” He exhaled a ragged breath. “What if I want you to fuck me?”

I stopped. “Are you sure?” It would be like a dream come true, but not if he wasn’t ready.

“I-I don’t know. Let’s see how it goes,” he rasped. “But it’s not off the table, okay?” He pushed his ass against my dick. “Don’t stop, please.”

Now he was begging? A shockwave of pleasure rushed through my body. “Okay.” I had to steady my thinking here, but he sure made it difficult. Bending over him, I skimmed my cock inside his crack and placed lazy strokes on his shaft, swirling around the tip.

“Fuck.” He gasped. “Do more. Put something inside me.”

“Okay.” I moved my dick to the side and fingered his hole, pressing into it. “You ready?”

“Yes.” He held his breath.

“Bear down while I push in.” Pressing my dick against his ass, I slowly pushed inside him, his body gradually giving me access. “You okay? ”

“Yeah, I’m?—”

Finding his prostate, I rubbed it.

“Oh, fuck…” He panted, and his dick quivered in my still hand. “That feels so good. More.”

“Holden, meet your prostate.” With a soft snort, I pumped his insides, hitting his internal spot over and over.

His shoulders crumpled, and the top of his head rested on the mattress. Gritty moans freed from his throat. “More, JJ. God, I need this.”

Holy hell, was he a bottom and never knew it? Had I won the lottery? “Okay, babe.” I slipped a second finger inside him and stretched him, pumping my finger over his internal bundle of nerves and thrusting my aching dick against him, seeking friction for myself.

“The plug, where’s the plug?” He wriggled his hips. “JJ, I think, I think you’re fucking me tonight.” A sharp laugh broke free from him.

As a wave of pleasure pulsed my cock, I halted everything. “I think you made me come a little.” Jesus, it had been close.

“Yeah?” Turning his head, he gave me a lop-sided grin. “How long have you wanted to do this?”

“Forever. Probably since the day you won the MVP award. I wanted to fuck it away from you.” I sniggered.

Back in the day, I totally would have hate-fucked him.

But now? Everything had changed. Plucking the plug from the bed, I nudged it into his hole.

“This is bigger than my fingers, but smaller than my dick. It might burn.”

“I don’t care. I want it.” He took deep breaths, pushing his ass toward me.

“Okay.” After spreading lube on the plug, I slowly slipped it in and moved it around. Would he like this? “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” He bit his lower lip. “I think I’d enjoy having you inside me better. Can you skip the plug and go for it?”

I snapped my brows up. Okay, I wouldn’t argue with him. As I removed the plug, his hole tensed around it, as if trying to suck it back inside.

“Oh, fuck.” He panted, and goosebumps broke out on his back and ass.

“Did you like my pulling it out, babe?” Maybe he was an anal beads kind of guy?

I slathered more lube on my cock and his hole, then nudged my crown against him, one hand grasping his hip.

I admired the vision in front of me, his hair wild and falling to the bed, his muscled back flexing and his round ass ready to take me.

“Yeah, that was amazing,” he rasped.

“Okay, I’m pushing in. Tell me if you need me to stop.” I carefully pushed inside his tight heat, his body enveloping me in pressure and friction. “Holden, are you okay?”

His body shuddered, and his breath caught. “I’m, I’m…” He tugged on his cock a few times and stopped, squeezing the tip and whimpering. “Fuck, almost came.”

He was good, confused maybe, but good. As my balls rested against the back of his thighs, I said. “I’m all the way in.” Lowering over him on a straight arm, I scraped my teeth along his back, nibbling and licking his salty skin. I’d remember this moment forever.

With a groan, he said, “Move, babe. I need you to move.”

As a shiver of pleasure raced up my spine, I pulled out and pushed in, over and over.

“Fuck, this feels so good.” He rocked his body, his ass meeting my hips with every thrust. “Faster.”

I quickened my pace. “You won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.” I chuckled, and my breath caught as sensation surged from my cock to my toes. I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I don’t care. I want it hard and fast.” He pushed off his arms, lifting himself to sit in my lap. Turning his head, he met my mouth in sloppy kisses. “Fuck me, babe.”

Thrusting my hips and holding him to me, I pummeled him as he bounced over me. Pleasure hummed to the edge, and my balls drew up. “Gonna come,” I whispered in his ear.

His skin pebbled, and he fisted his swollen cock, pumping it. “Come with me.” As his hole clenched around my sensitive dick, I tightened my hold around his torso.

“Holy fuck, Holden.” With a burst of pleasure, my cock pulsed and erupted deep inside him, filling him with my cum.

He freed a strangled cry, his body shuddering against mine. Ropes of hot cum burst from his dick, landing on my chest and stomach.

As it slowed, we both slumped and panted. He said, “Babe, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Holy fuck.” He twisted his head, grabbed my face and kissed my cheek. “I hope you like topping, because I’m going to want you to fuck me all the time.”

With a soft laugh, I said, “My work here is done.” I was okay with it. It didn’t matter how we connected, as long as we did.