Page 12 of Personal Foul (The San Diego Storm #3)

Colin

C arson was going to wreck me, and I was more than willing to let him.

We were stretched out on his bed, our eyes pouring over one another after our shower.

His left arm was folded under his head as he ran his fingers up and down my side before stopping on my hip.

He hadn’t stopped touching me since we’d given in to each other, and I never wanted him to stop.

He was relaxed and had let down his guard.

It was as if he’d been holding his breath all this time and finally exhaled.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

I ran my palm over his cheek. “How much I enjoy touching you.”

He removed his hand from my hip to cover mine. Lacing our fingers together, he kept his eyes on me as he brought our hands to his mouth, placing a kiss on my palm.

I swallowed thickly. “Why are you being so sweet?”

One side of his mouth rose. “That’s what lovers do. They cling to a passionate connection that bonds them for whatever time they have. If it’s too much, I’ll try to stop. But no promises.”

I kept my eyes on him. “Is that how it works?”

Carson frowned as he studied my face. Maybe I’d shown too much, but it didn’t matter. “Have you never had a relationship?”

Shaking my head, I dropped my gaze to his chin. “No. Nothing real.”

He unlaced our fingers and brought his hand to my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into it, memorizing how it felt to be touched by someone who cared.

“What do you need?”

To be loved by someone like you.

To be held and be the center of your world.

For someone to see me like you do.

And for you to never stop touching me.

“Colin,” he called, waiting for me to meet his eyes. When I finally found the courage, I complied. I couldn’t lie to him or make this trivial, because he’d already ruined me.

“You. Just you… for tonight.”

Carson slid his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me to him. His warm lips found mine, making me close my eyes to the sweetness.

Rolling me onto my back, he pressed his body to mine, lighting up every point of contact. He kissed me with languid strokes, leaving me high on him.

My hands skated over his back onto his muscular ass. Squeezing, my fingertips slipped into the crease, brushing back and forth.

Carson pulled back and held my face as he kissed my exposed skin. He moved down my body, leaving kisses everywhere, but moving out of my reach.

Staring up at me, he was a master at eye contact as he took my cock in his mouth. I was semi-hard until his eyes closed and he moaned around the taste of my pre-cum.

“Fuck, baby. You’re getting me close.”

Carson popped off my cock. “Not yet. I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I said, grasping my cock. “Yes, please.”

He kissed the inside of my thigh and the juncture between my leg and hip before urging me to my stomach.

He got to his knees and crawled up over my back. Placing more kisses down my spine, he moved to my ribs and down my sides, all the while allowing his pre-cum to burn a trail into my skin. When he bent down to kiss my shoulder, his cock lodged between my cheeks.

“You’re making me crazy,” I moaned, thrusting into the bed, seeking any type of friction.

“My job is to get you so on edge that when I finally take you,” he said, kissing down my back and then spreading my ass, “all you’ll think about is me.”

The swipe of his tongue made me gasp. “Holy fuck.”

Carson burrowed his face into my crevice as he licked and feasted on my hole. I lost awareness of the world around me while he ate me out. It was as if he knew I’d never had this before. He licked and circled my hole like the patient lover I’d always wanted until he pulled away.

I glanced over my shoulder as he reached over to the nightstand for lube and a condom. If he took me right now, I could handle the pain. But something told me we weren’t close to being ready.

His left hand squeezed my ass cheek. “Lift so I can stretch you a little more.”

I growled. “I can take it. Just give it to me.”

“No,” he replied emphatically. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I wanted to tell him it wasn’t possible, but my selfish side wanted to know what it was like. I’d gotten so used to Leland barreling into me that I hadn’t realized what I was missing.

Up on my elbows with my ass in the air, I dropped my forehead to the bed and waited.

Cool, lubed fingers circled my hole as he slipped one in before working in another.

With the curl of his finger, he grazed my prostate.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Ya gotta stop teasing me and get inside. I can’t take much more. ”

Placing a kiss on my lower back sent another set of tingling through my limbs.

“Okay, give me a minute.”

I wished I could feel him bare, but that was not to be.

Readying myself for him to slide in, I shook my hips in anticipation. But Carson’s big hand stopped my movement.

“Turn over,” he said. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

Nervously, I complied. Pulling my knees back, I locked my eyes on him as he carefully rolled on the condom. Emotions I couldn’t control rose to the surface as I watched him position himself at my hole. Words fell unbidden from my lips as he gazed down at me with affection.

“I’ve never done it face to face.”

Carson stared a long second, then smiled. “Then I’m fucking happy to be your first.”

Me too, sweet man. I wished I could say all the things I felt deep in my heart, but it would only make things more difficult than they already were.

Working his way between my thighs, he leaned down and kissed me as he slid the tip of his erection inside. He swallowed my gasps and moans as he slowly moved inside my body. Fully seated, he pressed his forehead to mine and breathed me in. I was drunk on him and ran my hands over him.

“I wish,” he said before stopping himself.

“Me too,” I whispered back as a tear slipped from my eye.

Carson began to move in slow, controlled movements until he was ready to pick up the pace. I closed my eyes and concentrated on not breaking down and crying in front of him. But he wasn’t having it.

“I need your eyes,” he panted. “I want to watch your face when you come.”

Nodding, I reached for my cock, ready to finish myself off.

“No,” he said, pushing my hand away. “My job.”

I memorized the expression on his face when the tendons in his neck tightened and his jaw clenched.

My hands went to his hips and held on as he dipped his hips to hit my prostate, crumbling my shaky facade as he stroked me to the end, my cum rolling from me out onto his hand.

Carson’s body tensed, and his breathing faltered as he climaxed. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Even though I couldn’t have him, I would have the memories of tonight and all my firsts.

We got back in the shower, unable to keep our hands off one another, and cleaned up. Carson placed a delivery order for Chinese food, and we ate in bed. It was the most intimate experience I’d ever had. And I wanted more of this easy domesticity and more of his attention.

When exhaustion took me under, I turned on my side away from him. He curled his body around mine and held me close. Neither of us wanted to sleep or see the sun come up, but it was inevitable. We had a commitment to keep to our team and each other.

But maybe we could be friends. It might be difficult to compartmentalize everything, but we could try.

When we woke up the next morning, we went for a run on the beach with Bella. We talked about everything and nothing. I didn’t tell him about Leland, preferring to keep that to myself. He was ten thousand miles away, and that was where he needed to stay.

Carson told me about breaking up with a girl he met on a dating app a teammate had suggested. He said there was never a real spark there, not like the one he felt with me. I wanted to reach over and hold his hand, but we were in public, and that wasn’t a smart move.

“Do you feel different now?” I asked.

Carson smiled. “I feel more like me than ever. I’ve kept this part of me buried so deeply that I lost touch with who I am.”

“And who are you, mate?”

His boyish grin was back. “I’m a bisexual man with a thing for you.”

We walked along the beach, our feet in the water, carrying our shoes. Our hands brushed, and Carson caught my pinkie with his.

It was the first romantic, yet heartbreaking, moment of my life. I wanted more time to get to know this side of him and explore the unrelenting attraction between us. But he believed we couldn’t be together, and I understood that. I just didn’t like it.

When I opened the back door to the pool deck that evening, Carson stood behind me with his hand clasped around the door.

“Thank you,” I said, turning to him. “I’ll see you later.”

He pulled me to his chest and kissed me again before letting me go.

“Do you think we can be friends?”

Shrugging, he smiled. “We can try.”