Page 10 of Man to Man Coverage (Rangers Football: Hard-Hitting #6)

Rex

A fter serving Devlin a three-course meal, starting with salad and ending with crème br?lée, we retire to my living room and sit side by side on the loveseat between my two recliners. “Want to watch a movie?”

“I’d like that.” Devlin crosses his legs at the ankle and stretches his arm over the back of the cushion.

I grab the remote and turn on the TVs, engaging dual-screen and flipping through the newest movies available for rent. “Action, fantasy, horror?”

We both chuckle as I stop on the new Dungeons and Dragons movie.

“Have you seen it yet?” Devlin’s voice is smooth velvet near my ear and it sends a shiver down my spine, even though he isn’t touching me.

“Not yet. You?” I turn to look into his beautiful eyes, which are currently a golden color.

“No,” He shakes his head, his eyes dropping to my mouth.

Without overthinking it, I lean forward and press my lips to his, wanting this as much as I think he does.

He slides his big hand into my hair, controlling the kiss even though I’m the one pinning him down by pushing my body against his.

Within minutes, we’re kissing passionately, the tentativeness from earlier gone.

I’m not sure if I climbed onto his lap, or if he pulled me in place, but I’m straddling his legs, my hands gripping his biceps while his fingers dig into the tops of my thighs.

He groans and growls as he kisses my neck and sucks on my collarbone sends blood rushing to my dick.

“I like kissing you.” He flexes his hands against my quads, massaging me, but not venturing near my groin.

“I like kissing you,” I reply lamely, unable to think of something better to say and wishing I didn’t find sex and intimacy so uncomfortable.

“We should slow down. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready to do.”

“I’m not a virgin, Devlin.”

He raises his brow. “You’ve been with a man before?”

“Yes, kind of.”

“Maybe you should explain.”

“All of my experiences were in my sophomore year in college. My roommate was bisexual, as was his girlfriend, and they were very experimental. They were so wild and free that I envied them sometimes. The three of us played together a few times. Sometimes, he and I would play by ourselves.”

“Did you like it?”

“I did.” I bite my lip. “It’s not that I don’t like sex, it’s that I don’t think about it much. I’m not driven by the need to get off, if that makes sense.”

“It makes sense.” Devlin runs his fingers through my hair and smiles softly. “I’m content kissing and holding you like this.”

“And if I want to touch you?”

His smile widens. “Baby, you can touch me any way you want.”

Slowly, tentatively, I slide my hands down his hard chest, perfectly honed by hard work and good genes.

He rests his hands on my upper thighs, his thumbs pressing hot little circles near my groin.

We’re both wearing loose-fitting joggers and our erections are evident.

Gathering up the hem of his shirt, I coax him to raise his arms over his head and pull the fabric free.

I’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times in the locker room, but this is different. This is intimate and only for me.

“To quote Men’s Fitness magazine, you have a beautiful body.” I slide my hand tenderly over his pectoral muscles, his skin prickling and forming goosebumps, his nipples hardening into tight little buds.

“Take your shirt off, Rex. Let me admire you while you touch me.” Devlin’s voice is hoarse and strained, and the raspy request turns me on a bit more.

I pull my shirt off and throw it on the recliner next to his. He lifts his hands, sliding them up my arms to wrap them gently around my neck. “I love your freckles. I want to kiss every single one.”

“I have them all over.”

He hisses, pulling my face to his, his lips hovering over mine. “Don’t tease me.”

I didn’t mean to tease or flirt, but I’m glad it came across that way.

Moaning, I slide my hands down his stomach which is more rippled eight-pack than flat, and brush my palm over the head of his erection.

Devlin groans deep in his throat but doesn’t stop his tongue’s exploration of my mouth.

He kisses me thoroughly until rational thought no longer prevail and the only thing left between us is raw desire.

I grip Devlin through his nylon pants, wrapping my fingers tightly around his cock. Memories of Tim going down on me or me going down on him flood to the surface, reminding me how good it feels to touch and be touched by another.

Pulling back to break our kiss, I stare into Devlin’s beautiful eyes, which are nearly black with arousal. “Can I?”

I don’t have to complete my thoughts. He nods slowly. “If you want to.”

“I want to.”

He slides his hands down my arms and back to my thighs, this time whisking his fingertips over my erection. “I want to, too.”

A devilish smirk curls my lips as bratty words leave my mouth. “Me first.”

I push back off his lap and drop to my knees between his splayed thighs. He helps me free his erection from his joggers, pre-cum glistening on the tip. I wrap my fingers around his soft heat and use my thumb to spread his arousal.

Devlin draws in a deep breath, shifting his hips and leaning his head back.

“Do me a favor?” I say before running my tongue from base to tip.

“What’s that, baby?”

“If you like it, let me hear it.” I glance up to see him look down at me. “I want to hear your pleasure.”

He smiles and nods. “You got it.”

It’s been a long time, but you never forget how good a hot, wet, soft mouth feels, and while I enjoy having my dick sucked, there’s something about controlling someone else’s pleasure with such a simple act that is addicting.

I take him as deep as I can, coating him in my saliva, my fist lazily stroking his shaft as I take my time getting to know what he likes and what he loves.

Devlin lets out another ragged breath, this time groaning as my thumb presses against the sensitive ridge near the head. “That feels so good.”

Each gasp and groan eggs me on while the occasional curse word barking from his lips has my hard-on weeping pre-cum.

I take his cock deep and stroke him hard, then worship the head by swirling my tongue and gently scraping my bottom teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

It doesn’t take long before Devlin has one palm resting against my cheek, the other fisting the back of my hair, his hips coming up as his body grows tight. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come.”

I’ve never swallowed before, but I want to make Devlin happy.

He decides for me by pulling me off him, leaning forward and kissing me hard.

His intensity has me climbing onto the couch to straddle his lap once again.

Without preamble, he takes my hand and wraps it around his cock while using his other hand to slide into my pants and free my hard-on.

He strokes me, growling as he thrusts his hips up into my hand. “You feel so good, Rex,”

I wrap my free hand around the back of his neck, letting myself go to the pleasure shooting up my spine. He touches me with such intimate knowledge, it’s like I’m stroking myself. Only this way I see the desire dancing in his eyes as he’s on the brink of releasing.

He’s so damn beautiful.

“I want to wait for you, but I can’t,” he roars at the same time he orgasms, his cum shooting out in thick pearly ropes onto his chest. His fist is wrapped around me, although he doesn’t move—his body wired tight as his cock jumps in four successive spurts.

Finally, he relaxes and pants for breath, looking into my eyes for something.

“Are you okay?”

I nod. “That was amazing.”

Languidly, he slides his hand up and down my shaft. “Will you come for me?”

I close my eyes for a second, blocking out the reality of what we’re doing and let myself enjoy his touch. It’s been so long since I’ve last come, it doesn’t take long for the pressure to build in my balls.

Devlin pulls me close and kisses me tenderly. “Tell me how you like it, baby.”

“Just like that.” I moan, leaning my forehead against his. “Oh damn, that feels good.”

“Has it really been since your sophomore year that another person has touched you?” Devlin tightens his grip and strokes me a little harder, making me come onto his stomach in five short strokes.

Nodding, I grip his forearm, panting and begging him to stop. “Yes.”

Devlin releases my cock and looks down at our cum on his chest and then brings his eyes up to mine. He swipes his thumb over my cheek and then pulls my lips to his. “I’m glad you waited for me.”

I feel like there’s a lot more meaning behind those words, but I don’t know that either of us can investigate them now. “I’ll get you a towel.”

Climbing off his lap, I tuck myself back into my joggers and duck into the spare bathroom, washing my hands and running a washcloth under the warm water.

Back in the living room, I lean over him and wipe the evidence of our passion off his chest. Devlin takes the washcloth from me and pulls me down beside him.

“Are you okay?” His face is a mask of concern as he brushes my hair back from my forehead.

“I’m good.” I nod. And I am—I feel great—even though I’m not sure what this all means in the grand scheme of things.

We’re not just two random guys who dig each other, we’re teammates.

What will the players think? The organization?

The league or the public at large? I don’t know if there are any openly gay football players, much less couples playing for the same team.

“I really like you, Rex, so it’s important to me you are comfortable with this—with us. I don’t want things to get weird.”

Frowning, I grab his hand and kiss his fingertips. “What is this?”

“The progression of our friendship and the start of a relationship—I hope.” He interlaces our fingers to hold my hand.

“How do we handle this and the team?”

Devlin sighs and adjusts his position on the couch, pressing his back against the corner and spreading his arms over the tops of the cushions. “Although I’ve never denied being bisexual, I don’t advertise my dating life. It’s nobody’s damn business who I date.”

Our knees touch and I slide my free hand around his calf.

I need to touch him as we have this difficult conversation.

Honestly, I’m not ready to put my tenuous position on the team at risk, and I’m sure if we were public, it would be.

It’s not like the team would risk losing him.

He’s one of the main reasons we have a shot at the championship.

“Are you worried about how our teammates will react?”

He shakes his head. “No. I trust them to be cool, but considering the organization wants us to avoid scandal this season, I’m thinking we keep this on the down-low until we know where this is going.”

“Okay.” I nod my agreement.

“But—” he hooks his finger under my chin and grips my jaw, his thumb brushing tenderly over my bottom lip “—if you want to shout it from the rooftops, I’m down with that, too.”

Heat burns my cheeks. Even though I would love that, some part of me knows it is an impossibility.

Walking hand-in-hand into the locker room or the classroom would cause a riot, right?

At the very least team management would definitely call it shenanigans .

“I think it would be best to keep this between us for now.”

Devlin checks his watch. “We have enough time to watch half of a movie before curfew, and I’d really like to cuddle on the couch before I leave.”

“I’d like that, too.”