by Baylin Crow
Soccer put his hand on the back of my neck massaging the tense muscles. “I’m sorry you lost him.”
“Me too. He was all I had left.” I had other people related by blood left but no one I would call family. I didn’t want to get into that right now with him. My parents were not nice people, and I wanted to keep them far away from Soccer.
He seemed to be considering something and then asked, “If your grandparent’s house isn’t far from here, why aren’t you living there? Why stay in this small apartment?” He gestures around us.
“At first, I think, it was because it was too fresh. You know? Like I couldn’t be in any room without being reminded of him. It’s the same with the bar, but I didn’t spend much time with him here I guess, so it made it a little easier. But now I don’t mind the apartment. It’s not like I need a lot of space.”
“So what do you plan on doing with the house then?”
“I have no idea. It’s sitting there vacant, but it wouldn’t be my choice anyway. I was left the bar, but the house was left to my parents.” I winced as soon as the word left my mouth. Hoping he wouldn’t bring it up, I kept going. “But if I had it my way, I think I’d keep it in the family, maybe even just as a summer vacation home since it’s on the lake.”
“Yeah, that’s actually a great idea.” He smiled and ran his fingers up into my hair. His touch was soothing, and I never wanted him to stop.
“Ok, my turn.” He grinned seeming pleased that I wanted to know about him as well.
“Hit me,” he teased once again taking the heavy load and lightening with his easy personality.
“Where did you live before you started college here?”
“Maypearl. It’s only about three hours from here. I’d be surprised if you knew where it was. We were barely a blip on the map. A lot smaller than it is here and that’s saying something.” He chuckled, and I could definitely see him being the small hometown boy type. I could imagine the girls going crazy over him and wondering why he didn’t date any of them. Actually, I didn’t know if he had and I wanted to know.
“So did you try and date any of the girls in high school?”
“No, not really. I kissed a few of them when I was still trying to tell myself that would change things. It hadn’t, and that was that. What about you?” He looked at me curiously.
Now I regretted asking him but had wanted to know even though he would ask me the same. “Uh, yeah actually but not because I wanted to. I was pretty much the same, the girls never appealed to me, and my first crush definitely hadn’t been wearing a skirt, but a helmet and pads.” He laughed, and I smiled at him. “My parents, though, they tried to set me up with daughters of people they were connected to over and over. I dated a few of them but only for show.”
He nodded in understanding. “Where are your parents? Are you close with them?”
His question was innocent, but the feeling it caused was anything but. “No, we aren’t close.” When he tilted his head as if waiting for more, I continued. “They aren’t the nicest people or the most understanding. When they not only didn’t support me after what happened in college, they put the blame on me, and I left for good.”
With a sad smile on his face, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Then they definitely don’t know what they are missing.” His other hand that wasn’t wrapped in my hair came up to tug on my beard. He kept doing that, and I wondered if it was because he liked it or not.
“Moving on. So what’s after college? You planning to try and make it to pro or do you have other plans?” As soon as the question was out there, I dreaded his answer.
“Well I’ve been told that I have a promising future,” he announced proudly. I immediately tensed as the questions of what that would mean for us filled my head. “But that’s not my goal. Don’t get me wrong, I love the game and it even got me the scholarship I needed to get into college, but I have no interest in being owned and traded constantly, having no roots. Believe it or not, I’m going to school to become a teacher, and I’ll coach on the side too, of course.”
My mouth surely had dropped because I really hadn’t expected that from him. Everything about him led me to believe his future was in the game. I wasn’t really sure where I had drawn that conclusion, but it was mostly likely because of the dreams I had been chasing once upon a time.
A future with Soccer seemed even more attainable now, and that made it even more dangerous to consider what we had becoming serious. Being with Soccer would put me firmly out of the closet. My parents would just love that, not that I gave a fuck what they thought anymore. One look at his face, and seeing how excited he was about his choice, had me thinking that everything might be worth it, but I was getting way ahead of myself.
I wanted to know more, but Soccer silenced me. “We’ll talk more later. Right now I just want you.” Shocking me, even though it shouldn’t because Soccer went after he wanted, Soccer grabbed me by them back of my head and brought our mouths together in a bruising kiss. He nipped and sucked at my lips before I took over and deepened the kiss. His hand started wandering all over my body, rubbing down my chest and back up my arms. My cock responded immediately, and I wanted more.
Eight
Soccer
I couldn’t get enough of the bristly feel surrounding Beard’s mouth as he blazed a path of scorching heat from my mouth and down to my neck. I wanted everything from him but would settle for anything he’d give.
Deciding to take it slow, I used his distraction as he focused on nipping at my neck to slowly push him down on his back and crawling over him. When I rested my body on top of his, I felt how hard he was. Giving him a test grind, I shifted my hips rubbing our cocks against each other through the thick material of his jeans and the thin material of my track pants. Beard pressed back picking up a rhythm that had us bother groaning into the other’s mouth.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I tore myself from him and stood slowly while watching his face. I peeled my shirt off and nearly came from the way he was eyeing me. His hand snaked down to cup himself through his jeans. Tossing the shirt on the floor, I went for the elastic band on my pants, watching closely as his eyes widened. His eyes didn’t budge from what my hands were doing. I lowered them inch by inch until those too hit the floor. The head of my straining erection was visible out of the top of my boxer briefs, and Beard licked his lips as he stared at it.
“More?” I asked in a husky whisper I barely recognized. I didn’t think I had ever been this hard in my life and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Mutely, he nodded. His eyes were waiting expectantly on my lower body. When I lowered and kicked away my boxers, I was left completely naked for him to ogle as he pleased for the first time. When the need was too much, I gripped myself tightly and gave myself a few firm tugs.
“Fucking hell,” Beard rasped.
“Take your clothes off, Beard.” I would beg if I had to. He sat frozen as if he hadn’t understood, but I knew he had. “Either you do it or I will,” I warned.
“You do it.” His nervousness just made me want to please him even more to let him know how much I wanted him and would worship his body.
With each step taking me closer to him, his eyes grew hungrier. I pressed my mouth against his and took ahold of his hand and placed it around my shaft. I expected hesitation, but he surprised me again when he took me firmly and began to work me up and down. Somehow I had to get him out of his clothes, and all I could think about was coming all over his hand.
“Oh, fuck. You’ve gotta stop,” I panted.
He pulled his hand away as if he’d been burned and his cheek reddened. “Sorry. You can, um, show me what you like.” Holy hell, he was adorably sexy.
“Baby, I was about to come, and I’m not ready for this to stop.”
He didn’t move for a second before he cracked a smile seeming to grow more confident.
“Get naked,” I demanded again, changing my mind, wanting to see him strip
himself in front of me. He wasted no more time, divesting himself of everything. Seeing him again completely exposed had my mouth watering. He was perfectly formed with broad shoulders, carved muscles that tapered into a narrow waist. He was only the slightest bit more lean than my own build and, fuck, his cock was perfectly thick and long. I wanted it in my mouth again, but I wasn’t ready for him to blow yet either.
“Go get on the bed,” I ordered. He didn’t hesitate before turning, and I slapped his perfect ass causing him to jump a little.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he threatened.
“Promise?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He sounded on the verge of losing it, and I wanted to give him what he’d never had. Tonight. I hoped he was up for it because I felt like I’d die if I didn’t get him inside of me soon.
I crawled into bed right after him and molded myself to his back with my cock nestled against his ass. Pushing my hips forward, I reached around and grasped his swollen erection. He pressed back against me cursing and moaning as I slowly pumped my fist up and down. Twisting his neck, he kissed me like his life depended on it and only turning away when I sped up. “Do you have any lube?” I whispered. He stopped moving for a second, so I stilled my hand.
“Top drawer.” He pointed behind me. I rolled over and climbed out of bed to reach the top drawer of his dresser, spotting the lube immediately but no condoms. Of course he didn’t have condoms. He hadn’t exactly needed them.
“Hold on a sec,” I told him as I jogged to the living room, ripping my wallet from my jeans. I brought it back and saw his hips shift when he saw what I was holding. “The condom that started it all,” I announced. “I want this. Do you?”
“Yes,” he hissed still shifting.
I got back in bed and ripped open the condom. “Roll over.” When he rolled to his stomach and started to rise, I pushed him back down. “Roll on your back,” I corrected.
He looked confused, but I was about to rock his fucking world so he’d get over that quick. Once he was on his back, I rolled the condom down his length. “What are you doing?” he asked in a worried tone.
“I want you inside of me.”
“Oh, God.” He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. His balls were drawn up tight, and I recognized the move, knowing he was trying to hold off his orgasm. It was beyond crazy that I would be his first in this way and I’d be a fucking liar if I didn’t admit that it made me hot as hell too.
I squeezed a generous amount of lube on the condom and slicked him from tip to base. “You’re trying to kill me,” he said through gritted teeth. Picking up his hand, I smoothed more around two of his fingers. He watched every move I made, making everything inside of me clench, knowing I was minutes away from him owning my body.
I wanted to face him while he entered me for the first time, but he seemed nervous enough. I thought maybe for the first time it would be better if he didn’t feel me staring at him, so I rolled away from him and propped up on my knees, bending and holding on to the lip of his headboard. I let him set his own pace so I didn’t say anything and then finally heard the mattress creak with his weight shifting. The air behind me stirred as he closed in on me.
“You’re sure?” He asked. The need in his voice matched my own and I pressed backward, trying to bring us closer.
“I’ve never been surer of anything,” I told him honestly.
In a low voice that I could barely hear, he said, “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do.”
I felt those words straight to my cock. Now he was the one trying to kill me.
“Use your finger and spread the lube around my hole and then push in slowly. The ring will feel tight, but you won’t be hurting me,” I assured him. “Work me with one finger and then stretch me with the second.” I looked back over my shoulder and saw he was stroking himself while staring at my ass. The visual nearly made my knees give out. He looked up and caught my eyes when I said, “And then fuck me.” His eyes blazed, and he charged forward kissing my lips and then my shoulder. He worked a path down my back and bit my ass.
“Fuck!” I yelled, and he chuckled. “Beard, get your fucking fingers in me. I need you.”
He spread me, and I heard the moan right before I felt his first tentative touch. Lightly circling my puckered entrance, he drove me crazy. Finally, I felt him add pressure as he pushed his way inside slowly. When he made it past the first tight ring, his slid his lubed up finger all the way inside. Involuntarily my hips started to rock as I started to ride his finger.
“Does that feel good?” He asked, and I could only nod. Beard had his finger in me, and I was about to get his cock. When he started to work a second finger in while still pulling in and out with the first, I started to beg.
“Now,” I demanded. “Please!” I cried as he curled his fingers. I wondered if he knew what he was doing to me. Pulling his fingers away, he crowded my back pressing us firmly together as he positioned himself.
“Tell me if it hurts.” He waited until I agreed before he pressed forward with just enough force to breach my entrance as I bore down on him.
He let out a string of profanity as he continued to sink himself further. “Oh, fuck. You’re so tight. So good. I had no idea. So, so good.” I would have smiled at his rambling if I hadn’t been right there with him. Sex had never felt like this before, and he hadn’t even started moving.
“You feel amazing,” I moaned. “Start moving,” I said as I pushed back.
He hissed, the sound of tortured pleasure, and started a punishing rhythm. It wasn’t smooth and held no finesse but, fuck, if it didn’t feel amazing. He was in a lust-filled haze with one goal in mind. He fucked me hard, and I had to hold on to the headboard to keep myself upright, or I would have reached down to stroke myself. As if the thought hit him at the same time, he reached around and found my cock and started jerking me with the same intensity as he took me. I rocked back meeting every one of his thrusts.
“Please tell me you’re close.” His voice was tight, and his grip on my hip strengthened. He was close, and I was right there with him. I didn’t even have time to tell him before the first jet of come coated his hand. “Thank fuck,” he growled as he continued to milk every last drop I had. His hips grew jerkier, and with three more thrusts, he came on a deep groan that was muffled when he buried his face into the crook of my neck. His body sagged against mine, spent and sated.
“That was…” he started through panting breaths.
“Fucking amazing,” I finished and felt him kiss my back so softly that I didn’t know if he wanted me to know he’d done it.
When he had himself back under control, he pulled away and left the bed to dispose of the condom. I realized I had made a huge mess on his bed, but I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be mad. I chuckled to myself right as he was walking back it.
“Something funny?” he asked with a cocked brow.
“Depends if you’re mad or not.” I gestured at his bed. He seemed to relax and laughed.
“Definitely not mad.” His smile caused butterflies to swarm my stomach. “I have an extra set of sheets, and we can just use the throw. I’m a little hot anyway.” When he winked, I wanted to melt. He was too sexy for his own good. And then his words registered.
“You want me to stay the night?” I asked, surprised.
He looked at the small clock on his nightstand. “It’s one in the morning. Do you want to go home?” Hell no, I thought. Not only would it feel amazing sleep next to Beard, finally, but I also had practice in the morning so I needed to get sleep as much as I could.
“I want to stay.” It wasn’t until I saw the relieved look on his face that I realized he had been worried that I wanted to go home.
We changed the bedding, and he got in first, holding the blanket open for me. If he was surprised when I got in and wrapped myself around him, he didn’t show it. Then he turned his head and kissed my forehead. I couldn’t resist, and I tilted my head up to offer my lips as well. H
e kissed me and when I started to stir against his leg, he laughed and slapped my ass playfully. “Go to sleep.” His voice was stern but, even in the dark room, his smile was hard to miss.
“Night, Beard,” I mumbled.
“Night, Soccer,” he whispered against my head.
I fell into the most comfortable sleep of my life and never wanted to leave this bed. I never wanted to leave Beard.
Nine
Beard
My eyelids cracked open at the first hint of daylight. In all the time I had been working late nights in the bar, I still hadn’t been able to sleep past sunrise. The heavy weight of Soccer still resting against me brought me back to last night and what we had done, what I had done to him. My morning wood pulsed at the idea of a second round, but I didn’t want to wake him up.
I gently extracted myself from him and cleaned up in the bathroom. Just like every morning, the first thing I did was turn on the coffee pot and sit down with a hot cup and pull up the news on my phone. As I was scrolling through my feed, I heard a thump, followed by cursing. I stood and went to see what he was doing. From the door, I saw Soccer throwing on his clothes.
“Everything ok?” I asked, leaning against the frame and taking in the view.
“No!” he yelled, startling me. “Practice starts in ten minutes. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I didn’t know what time it started.” I thought he probably should have set a phone alarm or something but didn’t mention it.
“Where are my shoes? Why do I always lose my shoes when I’m here?” I chuckled, and he glared at me.
“When you, uh, stripped, you were in the living room,” I reminded him.
With a cheeky smile, he winked. “Oh yeah, now I remember.” He took off, pushing past me into the living room. He shoved his feet in his shoes and laced quickly. “Can you give me a ride?”
