Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps #1)(60)

Too needy. While I knew I’d do my best to hide what we had, verbalizing earlier tonight what Coach had said made it more real. It was why I’d done my best to avoid telling him before. I worried he would want to stop this, that he’d say it wasn’t worth the risk.

It probably shouldn’t be, but for me, it was.

And just in case it became that way, I damn sure was having him tonight.

My bag was beside the bed, up against the nightstand. Garrett leaned over, still managing to keep two spit-slick fingers in my hole while he fumbled to unzip and tug the lube out with one hand.

“Need some help?”

“I got this. There’s nothing I can’t do if your ass is the endgame.”

I laughed. Cocky fucking G.

He did manage to get it, and poured some on his fingers before pushing a third inside. “Fuuuuuck.” It was different. I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t, but each time his fingers slid over my prostate, pinpoints of pleasure exploded into fucking meteor showers inside me.

“You have no idea how hot this is, watching your tight little hole stretch around my fingers. Knowing you’re giving this to me, that I’m the only man who’s gotten to see you like this, the only man to take your ass.”

“Yes to all that. Now start doing the taking.”

“Of course you’d top from the bottom.” His smile pressed against mine, and then his fingers slid out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty. He lubed up his erection, kneeling behind me. “How do you want to do this? Which way do you think you’ll be more comfortable?”

“You choose.” He was the experienced one, after all.

“Wow…can you say that again?”

“No, and don’t get used to it.”

Garrett didn’t laugh, though, his voice serious and steady when he said, “Turn over. I want to see you while I fuck you.” I wanted that too. I did as Garrett said, flipping to my back. He drizzled some lube onto my cock so I could stroke myself, then tossed it aside. “Legs up. Here, this will help.” He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my hips.

Our gazes held while I jacked myself. He was…fuck, he was gorgeous, so damned sexy that I didn’t want to stop looking at him.

Garrett placed my legs over his shoulders, pressed forward, the head of his cock nudging at my rim. “Push out just a little. It’ll help.”

I nodded and did, Garrett easing in. It felt like it had with his fingers, only different too, thicker and hotter, the rush of blood beneath his skin radiating out and into me. I couldn’t say it was perfect, that it didn’t feel strange, but this was Garrett, and I wanted him.

“That’s it…look at you taking my cock so well. You should see how fucking hot this is, Rams. See your hole opening up for me. You’re so goddamned tight.”

He kept talking to me, and that helped, the journey slightly easier, my body relaxing to let him take possession of me. And when he did, when his dick was buried deep, his groin against my ass, we both breathed out together.

“Good?” he asked.

“I don’t know. You haven’t started the actual fucking yet.” I winked, the gleam in his eyes saying challenge accepted.

Garrett pulled back, leaving only his crown inside me, before snapping his hips forward. The best kind of pleasure shot through me, making my whole body flush with need. “More.”

“Fuck yes,” Garrett replied, letting loose, railing my ass, his body slapping against mine. Each time it did, colors danced behind my eyelids. “Look at me,” he ordered, and I did.

“So fucking bossy.” But I liked it in this situation. All the time? No. But it was fun to give up control to him a little bit. I jerked myself, fucking my hand while he took me. Our gazes never left each other. He gave me a cocky smile that went straight to my balls. I was pretty sure everything he did had a direct line there.

“It’s so hot seeing you like this. You gonna come for me, Ramsey? You gonna blow your load all over your chest before I fill your ass?”

Yes, yes I was.

I reached out, wrapped a hand around his nape, and tugged him toward me. My legs slipped off his shoulders, but I kept them wide and pulled back. Just like on the field, we read each other well, Garrett knowing what I wanted. He took my mouth, pressed his tongue in while he worked his cock in slow, deep, targeted thrusts.

My body trembled. With my free hand I stroked my cock. My balls drew up, and I arched toward him as I came apart beneath him, shooting rope after rope of my release between us.

Garrett thrust harder, his dick pulsing inside me, spilling his release deep.

He fell on top of me, our sweaty bodies stuck together with perspiration and cum. I caressed his back as he kissed my chest, and then he pushed up, his cheeks surprisingly pink. “Good?” The way he said that one word told me how much he needed it to be.

“Really fucking good.”

“Yes I am,” he answered, and we laughed and kissed.

This was so not turning out to be what I’d planned.





“How you been, man?” Tucker asked Houston. It was a Monday night. We’d had a home game earlier, which Houston and his family had come to. Tucker asked me to hang out since we had the following day off. I’d been with Garrett nearly every day and figured it would start looking suspicious if we were too glued to the hip, so we’d decided to do our own thing tonight.