Page 28 of Personal Foul (The San Diego Storm #3)

Colin

T he first eight weeks of the season flew by much quicker than I expected. Each week was consumed with practice and studying film for the next competitor. At the end of the day, we stretched out on the sofa and watched footage of our opponent until we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

When the media picked up on our relationship after the incident with Leland, we gave them nothing to report by keeping our time on the field all business.

Carson scolded me occasionally when I made a costly mistake, but I would have reacted the same way if I were in his position.

He never failed to apologize with his mouth on my dick when we got home behind closed doors.

We were number one in the conference, going into the third week of October.

We were playing well, but Evan wasn’t his normal self.

Come game time, he was subdued and made mistakes that were very unlike him.

At six-foot-eight, he was an easy target for Lennox, and when they didn’t connect on the field, we knew something was off.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I asked Carson on the way home after practice.

He put his hand on my thigh, his touch grounding me. “Ev misses Hudson. With Jack playing and his responsibilities as governor, it hasn’t been as easy as they thought it would be. Evan said it’s been over three weeks since they’ve seen each other.”

“That’s gotta be rough. I can’t imagine not seeing you every day. Don’t know how they manage it.”

Carson squeezed my thigh. “Good thing you’re not going anywhere, so we’ll never have to find out.”

It was too soon to say the “L” word to each other, but I felt it in his touch and the way he looked at me.

When he let me sleep in or brought me coffee in bed.

I felt it when I found him holding Allister like he was our baby, or secretly giving him an extra can of food.

He didn’t think I’d noticed that more and more of my clothes found their way into his closet, and how he cuddled me in the shower, then lovingly got me off while holding me tightly.

I didn’t think I needed him to tell me how he felt until we got the news that week about Dane’s accident before we left on our road trip.

None of us knew anything about it until he was home, but it made it really clear how easy you could lose the one you loved.

One minute they were there, and the next, gone forever.

Lennox had been a mess and cried uncontrollably when he walked us out to the car. I wasn’t sure how to handle it, but Carson knew. He wrapped his friend in his arms and told him to let it out.

“I almost lost him again,” he’d wailed into Carson’s chest. “I don’t know how I’m going to handle it when he goes back to work or ships out for six fucking months. It’s goddamn torture thinking about it.”

I felt his eyes caress my face as he spoke to Lennox. He held my gaze as if he were talking to me.

“I know, buddy. I can’t imagine,” Carson trailed off. “Make sure he knows you love him every day. Don’t go to sleep without saying it. You can’t always protect him, but you can love him like there’s no tomorrow.”

Carson’s words settled in my chest while my own clawed to come out. And when we got home, I told him how I felt.

“I love everything about whatever this is between us,” I said, pulling him into my arms. “I’ve never known something like this, but after watching Lennox fall apart, I need you to know how much you mean to me.”

When he stepped back, his eyes melted into mine. “You don’t have to say anything, because I see it when you look at me, or run your fingers over my skin. When you call my name, I hear it in your tone. You’ve brought me to life, Colin, and you mean everything to me.”

Our mouths met in a kiss that spoke of longing and love, making promises of a forever we might only have right now. It was hard to surrender to something when you were used to being knocked to the ground. I wanted to experience all these feelings with him more than anything in the world.

When he ended the kiss, he didn’t let go. The sincerity in his gaze almost took me to my knees. “I need you to take me apart and make me yours.”

I smiled as I ran my fingertips over his mouth. “Another first for both of us.”

Carson smiled, then flipped off the lights before taking my hand to head upstairs.

When we entered his room, I opened the balcony doors while he collected the supplies we needed.

Our shared love for the sound of the ocean had made it the soundtrack of what I hoped was love.

In the back of my mind, I knew if we weren’t able to stay together, I’d never be able to listen to it again.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath of the sea air, my shoulders rising and falling to take it in.

Carson closed the distance between us as his hands settled on my hips before slipping them around me.

I relaxed against him as warm hands found their way to my skin, their light touch sending goosebumps over me. As he kissed the spot by my ear, he worked his hands under my shirt and slowly pulled it up in the sweetest seduction.

His lips only left my skin long enough to tug it over my head before moving back to my shoulder. His palms skated down my chest to the button and zipper of my jeans. He worked them open and down my thighs until I could step out of them.

“No underwear,” he purred into my skin.

I smiled and released a deep breath as he cupped my balls in his left hand and sifted through my pubic hair with his right.

My head fell back to his bare shoulder as he stroked me lightly.

I was already hard from his touch, but when his thumb circled over my slit to rub my pre-cum into the tip, my hips thrust forward, seeking more pleasure.

“What do you need?” he whispered into my ear.

“You,” I breathed into the air, eyes closed and savoring his touch. But this wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

Summoning all the control I possessed, I reached for his right hand and removed it from my dick. Turning in his arms, I kissed him as I walked him backward to the bed.

Carson wrapped his arms around my waist and took me down with him onto it. With our bodies pressed together and dicks straining for one another, I kissed him until I couldn’t.

Rapid breaths escaped our lungs as I made my way down his body, peppering his skin and lighting up every nerve ending until I reached his cock. Taking him into my mouth, I savored the taste of him and committed it to memory. He moaned out my name and thrust his cock further down my throat.

“I’m getting close,” he moaned as fingers tugged on my hair.

I pulled off his cock and kissed the inside of his equally thick thighs. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

His deep chuckle reverberated through his body, making me smile.

“Prop your feet here,” I said, lifting his right foot to the edge of the bed.

“Want me to move up?”

I shook my head. “No. But you can hand me the lube and the condom.”

Carson stretched his long torso up to the nightstand, then handed me the lube.

“No condom,” he said emphatically. “There’s no reason to have a barrier when we’re both healthy and committed to each other. I want nothing between us.”

Then he added, “If that’s okay with you.”

My smile almost hurt my face. “You don’t have to talk me into it, love. I’m all yours.”

Carson looked relieved, then relaxed into the bed. “I’m ready.”

I smiled again because he was nowhere near ready.

“Have you ever plugged yourself?”

“Yes. Any more questions?”

I grinned. “No, sir. I think that’s all of them.”

So I went back to pleasure him with my tongue, then pushed back his legs to lathe his hole.

The sounds he made were my guide, so I followed his lead until I had him ready for more.

“You okay up there?” I asked, circling his hole with a well-lubed finger.

“Fuck yes. More. I need more.”

I smiled and took his cock into my mouth, needing another taste while I slipped in the first finger. His deep, sultry moan made my cock throb to know I was the one causing all the pleasure he was experiencing.

I got him to two, then finally to three, before he lost all patience with my teasing.

“I need you. Please,” he begged.

Withdrawing them from him, I wiped my hands on my discarded shirt, then reached for the lube. Applying a generous amount to my cock, I stood up and crawled onto the bed. Carson moved up the bed, giving me room to maneuver between his legs.

Leaning down, I kissed him again.

“Stop stalling,” he panted. “I’m ready. I swear.”

“I know,” I said nervously. “But I want to make sure I don’t hurt you. Maybe if you are on all fours, or you can be on top and ride me. Whichever you want.”

Carson’s eyes said everything. “Colin, love of my life, please fuck me before I nut all over myself.”

I laughed at his choice of words, then kissed him once more before doing as he asked. Carson knew what I needed to diffuse my nerves.

Lining myself up at his hole, I bent over him and leaned onto his thighs. Little pushes only served to tease him more, so I took a steadying breath and pushed the head into him.

Carson’s back arched off the bed as he groaned. I froze, waiting for him to adjust.

“Why are you stopping? Keep going. I’m not gonna break. I promise.”

But I might.

Snaking my hand between his torso and thigh, I leaned back enough to give myself room to stroke his shaft. Carson planted his hands on my ass, crunched his core to lift his ass, and pulled me inside him.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I fought not to come on the spot. The heat and the death grip his hole had on my dick were incredible. I tried to distract myself with things like the need to buy more cat litter to keep myself from shooting before I could move.

But my impatient warrior below me would have none of it.

“God, please, for the love of all that’s holy, just fuck me already.”

I laughed, making my body jiggle inside him.

“There ya go. Give me more, baby.”

“Okay,” I said, moving slowly an inch at a time. He gave in to my slow pace until I was sliding in and out of him, and his face was awash with pleasure. The contractions around my cock warned me what was coming, so I changed my trajectory and focused on his prostate.

Carson took himself in hand and stroked as I pummeled his spot. When his orgasm took over, his channel squeezed the life out of me. I tried to hold off my climax, but that only lasted a brief minute before coming inside him.

“Fuckety, fuck,” I panted. My eyes closed as my hips took over with a mind of their own. I let go of the worry and rode out my release until I ran out of steam.

My head fell forward, my chin hitting my chest as every muscle in my body relaxed simultaneously. I registered Carson’s hands in my hair and opened my eyes to look at him. His blond hair was a mess, but his eyes were full of love and happiness.

I collapsed onto his chest, sandwiching us together with his cum. I wanted to roll in it and mark myself as his, but I didn’t have the energy. Who knew topping was such an athletic event?

My erection retreated and slipped from his body. I tried to lift myself off, but he pulled me back down. “We’re not in a hurry. I want to hold you if that’s okay.”

I smiled and kissed his chest. “I’ll never say no to that.”