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Chapter Three

Paul

After holding back for weeks, being this close to Will with my guard down went right to my head like a row of shots at Ted’s Bar. I buried my face between Will’s shoulder and neck, stopping before my mouth touched him. His scent surrounded me; whatever he’d used to shower after the game combined with good clean sweat. I reveled, unable to close the distance. If I did, the fantasy might disappear. But Will shifted, bringing his neck to my lips, and I groaned. The animal unleashed, I sucked over his strong jawline. The slight rasp of five o’clock shadow there roughed up my lips as I slid to his mouth.

Sensations hit me like a blind side tackle.

He leaned in again and I met him, pulling on his plump lower lip with my teeth. Will grunted, dirty and primal, and slipped his tongue between my lips. Fuck, if I’d thought he was distracting on the field, it didn’t hold a candle to how he kissed. Like everything he did, Will threw himself into it. The attack and retreat of Will’s mouth consumed me.

I shoved my palms up his chest, only to remember he was wearing far more clothing than I was. I trailed my fingers down the front of Will’s tee to the hem and lifted the smooth cotton. He raised his arms and I helped him out of it, immediately getting my hands on his skin. I’d seen him shirtless just a couple hours before but getting to touch was a whole new level of torture. His pecs, carved by the months of training, were dusted lightly with hair, and flat brown nipples begged for my mouth.

Once I knew what he felt like, warm, bare, skin to skin, hot and hard and as desperate as I was, I’d never forget it. Hell, I may not remember anything else, ever.

I tilted my head away and Will chased my lips for a moment before his face fell in confusion, but his eyes blazed when I popped the button on his jeans. Taking the hint, he removed his pants and I guided him to sit on the armchair. I made to kneel down when Will stopped me with a hand on my hip.

“Your tests negative?” he asked.

It took me a second to realize he meant the STI tests done with the medical evaluations.

“Always have been,” I replied.

“Good. Me too. Because I have to do something. Been dreaming of it. But stop me if you don’t want it,” he said.

“I have a feeling I’d like just about anything you want to do.”

Will shifted to the edge of the cushion and licked his lips before sliding his index finger into the waistband of my sweatpants to pull me forward. With a wicked grin, he pressed his face against the bulging outline of my hard cock through my pants, mouthing the fabric. His bright green eyes were glued to mine as he slowly, carefully, deliberately licked the wet spot where I’d leaked through the soft gray cotton. My brain shorted out and my thighs tensed and trembled with the effort to not rock into his face.

In a flash, my sweats were down to my knees, cool air hitting my flushed skin for a moment before Will took my cock in his mouth.

My world narrowed to the sensation of his warm mouth on my body, and I ran my fingers through his wavy hair. Will groaned low in his throat as he slid his tongue around the sensitive ridge of my head, then spread the wetness over his lips until they shone. His eyes had glazed over like he’d transcended to another plane of existence just from sucking my cock. I tightly grasped the base of the shaft, wresting back a semblance of control.

“Do you like this?” Will asked. He reached up with one hand and circled his fingers around the middle of my shaft, moving my foreskin up and down slightly. It glided, soaked with my precum and his saliva, slipping without any friction. His tongue circled the head once and retreated, a teasing eyebrow raised. “Well?”

“Yes! God, yes,” I said, finally remembering how to speak.

“Good.” He jacked me off with one hand, head bobbing enthusiastically as he took the tip in his mouth over and over. My hips jerked forward of their own volition, my cock hitting the back of his throat. Will pulled off. Had I hurt him?

“Do that again,” he said, and electricity danced along my skin. I did, desperate for more, letting him control the depth.

His other hand trailed to my thigh, scratching through the hair there with his short nails, then over to my balls, leaving trails of fire. His throat constricted around me, hot and velvet, but his green eyes staring up into mine was what made me blush. He tugged my sack before one finger strayed to the sensitive patch of skin behind them. But he didn’t move.

I widened my stance as much as I could with my pants around my knees, wordlessly encouraging him. Will’s mouth left my dick just long enough to lick a finger, which he pressed lightly against my hole. He didn’t push inside but worked the little knot of muscle in a tiny, slick circle. I shivered, the intimacy overwhelming, and I almost pulled away. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone I trusted. When I first saw him in my room, just standing there, I’d been terrified. But there was no judgment; only acceptance and more enthusiasm than I ever could have hoped for. Our connection sizzled, pure fantasy come to life.

I dragged my fingers though his longish hair as the pleasure climbed on the right side of too much, too good, too sensitive. “Will,” I panted. “Oh?—”

Our eyes met again, and he hummed, deep and resonant, the vibrations hurrying my climax. Will pulled back, just enough to keep my swollen cockhead between his lips. A slick tongue danced over my sensitive flesh, dipping into the slit at the tip and darting around the rest, teasing until I spilled in greedy pulses into his welcoming mouth. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut, and I melted.

Will swallowed around me, then relaxed his jaw, letting me slip out as I began to soften in his hand. A final spurt caught him on his lips, and he mirrored what he’d done earlier, gently dragging the oversensitive head through the creamy wetness there.

“Fuck, so good,” I murmured, cupping his cheek with a hand and rubbing my thumb over the corner of his lips before bringing it to my mouth and tasting us, sweet and salty. Meant to go together, like bacon and eggs, peanut butter and chocolate, milk and cookies. A perfect combo on the field, and even better in the bedroom.

“Jesus, Paul,” he mumbled, eyes closed.

I grinned and pushed Will back on the chair, stripped his underwear off, and straddled his thighs. Will’s skin was flushed and sweaty, his lips swollen and open, the picture of debauchery and I’d barely touched him yet. Unable to resist, I dove back in to taste myself again. I breathed him in. Arousal still pooled deep, but the fire had banked to something slow and languid. This time it wasn’t about me.

I ran one hand up Will’s arm to the side of his neck, cupped the damp skin, traced his sharp jawline. With the other, I skimmed down his firm body. Muscles jumped in his stomach as my hand descended to his cock. It twitched when I brushed it with my fingertips, standing straight and proud and wet as anything against his abs. A firm stroke was rewarded as a clear bead pearled on the deep-red crown. Will had to be aching .

“What do you want?” I whispered, settling more of my weight on his firm thighs. When he tried to thrust into my grip, abs flexing, I chuckled and stilled.

“Anything.” Will swallowed thickly, throat working, and my mind went immediately to how he’d felt surrounding me, swallowing. “Anything you want to give me.”

“What I want,” I said, brushing my fingertips over the short coarse hair at the base of his cock, “is to make. You. Fucking. Lose. It.”

I shifted to grind our bodies together, capturing his mouth in a filthy kiss, more tongue and moans than finesse. I wasn’t hard again yet, but he painted a dirty trail across my stomach, slick and enticing.

“Oh yeah, please. Make me come.” Will grabbed the chair arms with shaking hands, then dragged his hands up my thighs, digging his fingers into the meat of my hips to keep me close.

I kissed him again, full of promise.

Will nodded, his eyes glossy, and pulled away for only as long as it took me to lick my palm and take him in hand again, smoothing the gentle up-down motions and coaxing more precum from him. I drew a slippery finger around the ridge of his cockhead, torturing the delicate skin and enjoying the way Will’s abs contracted as he fought every instinct to take instead of letting me give .

Making Will fall apart was a play I hadn’t run before, but I was an expert in watching him. He bit his lip when I gave him quick, short strokes. Threw his head back and full-on wailed when I twisted my hand over the head. Tilted his chin up, mouth pouty, searching for my lips when I tugged gently on his balls.

And when his whole body pulled taut as a bowstring, eyes barely open, mouth lax, little panting breaths escaping at ragged intervals—that’s when I knew I’d made the right play. Thick pulses streamed down his shaft and over my fingers, so much better than any fantasy.

Breathing like he’d run sprints, Will wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me close. Neither of us cared about the mess. I was an idiot, thinking I should deny myself—deny us—what our bodies wanted. And our hearts, the little voice in my head added, and I couldn’t deny that, either. I exhaled hard, and Will shivered, laughing.

“We definitely should have done that sooner,” Will said.

“Yeah,” I said. “And we definitely need to do it again.” I threaded my fingers into the blond hair at the back of Will’s neck and tipped his head to have better access to his mouth.

Will hummed, sliding his hands down to my lower back, teasing the split of my cheeks for a moment before adjusting his grip. He got up and the ground tilted as he lifted me. I shouted in surprise, but it turned into a low laugh when I pictured him shoving me up against a door or holding me down on the bed, pressing me against the shower wall, trapping my wrists behind me, gripping the back of my neck as he slid his cock into?—

“Let’s clean up,” he said.

“Then we can get dirty again?”

“That’s the plan.” His flirty wink turned my legs to jelly. Good thing he had a firm hold on me. As though reading my mind, Will set me down and followed me into my private bathroom.

“Think we can make this work?” I grabbed his ass, then turned the shower on.

Will snorted. “I think we’re making it work pretty well already. But the team’ll probably wonder what took us so long. We made a nice recovery though, right?”

I laughed. “Only after an epic fumble.”

Will’s face broke into a sassy grin. “You mean incomplete pass.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he led me into the steam. “But this time, it’s a fair catch.”