Unfair Game: A Gay Sports Romance Novel

by Cecelia Storm

  “Did you like it?”

  Kyle raised his eyebrows. “Like what?”

  Cade’s voice was soft. “The date?”

  Kyle smiled. “Yes,” he said. He didn’t want to deny it tonight. Fuck pride. He’d worry about it tomorrow. Cade was trying tonight. Tomorrow, Kyle would be angry again. But tonight… tonight, he’d let himself have Cade.

  Cade’s smile was slow, but full. “Good.”

  Kyle laughed as Cade continued to tell him story after story, some that Kyle hadn’t heard, and some so familiar that Kyle himself could recount them word-for-word. But he liked hearing Cade speak, liked the way his accent kissed the words seductively.

  He didn’t think Cade had ever spoken this much before.

  It made Kyle feel a kind of joy that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It made him forget about every sad thing that had happened between them and it made him want Cade again. He felt flushed and content, his head swimming a little from the wine. He was just a shade tipsy, he realized. The atmosphere was overwhelmingly cozy, the fire crackling merrily, the lights dimmed - when had Cade done that? - and the couch so soft and comfortable.

  Cade was tipsy too. Kyle could tell by the way he was smiling, lopsided just a shade more than he usually would be. Kyle felt warmth rise in his stomach and he found himself staring at the man beside him, at how beautiful he was in the soft light, how his hair fell over his forehead, how his dimples flashed as he smiled, how the shirt molded over his defined chest.

  And Cade wanted him. He could see it in his glittering eyes.

  Kyle leaned his head against the back of the couch, weak with pleasure at the thought. They were just smiling at each other and then Cade slowly reached for Kyle’s glass. It was empty and he carefully put it on the coffee table.

  He turned to Kyle and he wasn’t smiling anymore. Kyle’s breath hitched. Cade’s eyes were intent, focused, cheeks flushed. He reached out for Kyle’s fingers and interlaced their hands. The sensation seemed heightened, the slow brushing of fingers sliding against each other, of skin rubbing against skin. Kyle shivered as arousal hit him low in the belly.

  His breathing got heavier. Cade was rubbing their hands together slowly, stroking Kyle’s fingers, until Kyle’s skin felt hot and sensitive all over. Cade came closer and closer, his head moving towards Kyle’s.

  Kyle’s head was still leaning against the back of the couch and Cade bent over him. Kyle went slack, unable to move, so aroused his head was swimming with sensation and with Cade.

  He was very close now, his mouth hovering just over Kyle’s. But he didn’t close the gap. Instead he stayed like that for what felt like and agonizing age, drawing out the moment until Kyle felt his head spin. He could feel Cade’s breath puffing gently against his parted lips. His eyes were heavy and he couldn’t take his eyes off Cade’s mouth.

  Kyle was almost panting now, his cock so hard and throbbing he almost felt like he could cum if Cade so much as grazed him with his tongue. He wanted Cade’s mouth over his so much it was making him squirm, but he was speechless and immobile, unable to ask for it or make it happen himself. He both loved and hated that Cade could have this power over him.

  Instead Cade simply waited, simply let a near-kiss become one of the hottest moments of Kyle’s life. Kyle felt like his bones were made of jelly, so weak with arousal he almost moaned from it. Finally, finally, Cade leaned in just that fractional inch and touched Kyle’s lips with his own.

  Cade’s mouth was warm and sweet and it felt so good, it made Kyle’s crotch throb and ache. It was a butterfly kiss, soft and gentle, Cade slowly rubbing his lips against Kyle’s. One of Kyle’s hands was still in Cade’s, but with the other he reached up to grasp Cade’s shirt and felt his warm, hard body.

  Cade’s mouth was pressed a little more firmly against Kyle’s, deepening the kiss. Kyle went completely limp, leaning heavily into the couch. Cade followed, tilting his head. Kyle felt breathless and panted. Cade took swift advantage, his tongue beginning to explore Kyle’s mouth.

  Kyle moaned, fisting Cade’s shirt harder. Cade moaned in return and the sound was electric, so incredibly hot in the otherwise quiet room, Kyle felt his heart pound and his skin flush and heat radiating from their cores.

  Kyle wanted, for one brief second, to kiss Cade forever. It would be enough just to have his mouth move over Kyle’s like this, to have him fill up all of Kyle’s senses so that no one existed but Cade. He wanted to be forever overwhelmed by Cade’s scent, his touch, his kiss.

  The kiss went on, heating up, but still at that incredibly slow pace. And in a hazy part of Kyle’s mind, he thought that this was exactly what a first date kiss should be. With your best friend. A kiss that set you on fire, but stayed reined. Calm but torturous.

  That was his last rational thought for a long time as Cade’s hands slowly slid into his hair, tilting his head deeper. The kiss was one of the best Kyle had ever had, slow and sensual. But he was running out of breath and when he started seeing spots in his vision, he ended the kiss on a gasp, turning his head.

  Cade didn’t seem to want to stop. He was panting in Kyle’s ear, nuzzling him, brushing kisses over Kyle’s jaw and neck. Kyle sighed and leaned his head back, letting Cade have more. When Cade kissed him right under his ear, Kyle shivered. He put a hand on Cade’s chest and pushed.

  Reluctantly, Cade leaned back. Cade’s face was a lesson in arousal, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Kyle felt a surge of satisfaction at seeing it, his dick getting harder.

  They looked at each other for a minute and then Cade said, voice low, “I want to fuck you.”

  Kyle was glad he was sitting down. He stared at Cade, speechless. Realizing Kyle was a bit shocked, Cade continued. “I want you. I want to fuck you. Now.”

  Each word made Kyle throb, made him so hard he was leaking inside his pants. He was sure he would cum if Cade kept talking. With each syllable dancing off of Cade’s lips, a wave of hot cum would shoot from the tip of his cock, filling his pants with the warm liquid he wished desperately to spray over the plump mouth now hovering above his ear.

  Cade leaned forward and slowly brushed his lips against Kyle’s. Kyle’s eyes fluttered closed and he let Cade kiss him slowly, let Cade’s tongue explore his mouth.

  When Cade broke the kiss, he whispered against Kyle’s mouth. “Let me tonight. Please.”

  And Kyle, drunk on wine and Cade and so hard he couldn’t think, said, “Yes.”

  Cade’s kiss was hard, possessive, full of a fierce primal pleasure Kyle could feel radiating through them. Kyle could hear his pulse thundering through his entire body, his head filled with excitement and fear and nervousness.

  Cade leaned back, panting. “Bedroom?”

  Kyle nodded. He went up the stairs as coolly as he could, trying to ignore Cade’s soft breathing behind him. When they entered the bedroom, Kyle felt the beginnings of embarrassment flutter in his stomach, but Cade wasted no time. He kissed Kyle immediately, a finger hooking into Kyle’s pants, tugging him closer.

  Kyle let Cade kiss his fear away, let Cade kiss him slowly, lazily, mouths sloppy and wet and rough and good. Kyle pushed Cade towards the bed and they both fell in, tumbling and laughing against each other’s mouths.

  Cade rolled half on top of him and kept kissing him, a half-smile still on his lips. But the second Kyle spread his legs and their hard bulges pressed together, Cade’s smile disappeared. He kissed Kyle harder, his fingers gripping Kyle’s hair. Kyle responded in kind, feeling the urgency build. There was going to be an end, finally. The thought was heavy and he felt pleasure and confidence filling him.

  Cade sat up after a few minutes. He pulled off his shirt, then reached for Kyle’s. They were panting now and Kyle suddenly felt eager to touch Cade’s skin, to kiss it all over. He reached for Cade, but Cade caught his hands. Kyle subsided, letting Cade push him gently into the bed. Cade reached for his pants and started unzipping him. Kyle’s breath hitched and he moaned a little, letting Cade lo
osen them and gently work them down Kyle’s hips. He raised his hips and Cade tossed them aside.

  Kyle was almost naked and he was very aware that his erection was straining in his underwear, very visible to Cade. Cade started gently rubbing him over his underwear, making Kyle sigh and arch a little, eyes fixed and strained with heat.

  Cade’s eyes were appreciative and Kyle could tell. Cade was looking over him and he felt a rush of confidence when Cade’s eyes flashed fierce and intense. Cade leaned forward and kissed him again as he kept rubbing, his hand now moving roughly over the material, dragging it back and forth. He reached for Kyle’s underwear and pulled it down smoothly, freeing Kyle’s cock. Kyle panted, cheeks reddening. Cade stroked his cock, his thumb running over the head.

  Kyle’s eyes closed and his back arched, sighing in pleasure as Cade worked his dick. He was already so close, so close that he could have cum in a few strokes. But Cade stopped, getting off the bed. He unbuckled his belt, removing his pants and then his underwear, eyes hot, never breaking from Kyle’s.

  Kyle propped himself up on an elbow, blatantly ogling Cade. His body was lean and hard, all shifting muscles and pale smooth skin. Kyle’s mouth watered.

  Cade seemed to know because his eyes sharpened. He half-smiled and got back on the bed quickly, kissing Kyle deeply. The feeling of naked, warm skin rubbing against each other flooded Kyles senses. He wanted this for so long, to share their heat, their bodies, their love.

  Cade broke the kiss, panting. “Turn around,” he said hoarsely.

  Kyle moaned in anticipation, rolling onto his hands and knees. “Lube’s in the drawer.” He could barely think, unable to believe that finally, finally Cade was going to fuck him.

  He leaned forward, bracing his head on his hands, listening to the sounds. He could hear Cade rummaging then kneeling behind Kyle on the bed. He stroked Kyle’s ass slowly, appreciatively. Kyle heard Cade suck in a breath as Kyle moved back, pressing himself into Cade’s hand.

  Smiling to himself, Kyle kept his face turned into his hands, glad that Cade couldn’t see his his expression. He could hear the bottle of lube open and the sound made his bock throb, as if it knew what was coming.

  “Kyle,” Cade said hoarsely. “Are you okay?”

  Kyle nodded, though Cade couldn’t see it. “Just do it, just fuck me, please Cade.”

  Cade moaned at the words. Kyle felt Cade’s finger stroke his anus gently, and forced himself to relax. Cade’s finger played with his hole for a while until Kyle pushed back, forcing Cade’s finger past the ring of muscle, sliding in slowly. Kyle bit his lip, trying not to moan. It had been a long time since someone had fucked him and he was tighter than he’d imagined he would be. And Cade’s fingers were thicker than he’d pictured.

  Cade was gentle, patient, gasping at the feeling of Kyle tightness. He started moving in slowly and deep. “Is this okay?” His voice was hardly a breath.

  Kyle lifted his head weakly. “Yes it’s- oh.” He dropped his head back into his hands, overwhelmed. Cade had unwittingly found his prostate on his last thrust, gently pressing into it and sending waves straight through Kyle.

  “Is- was that it?” Cade said, voice rough.

  “Yes,” Kyle said, voice shaking. “Yes. That’s it. Do it again.”

  It was hard trying to have a sane conversation when his body was throbbing as if Cade was already fucking him, as if he was already cumming.

  Cade pushed in the same direction and although it took him a few thrusts to get it consistently, he started brushing the prostate and Kyle closed his eyes, weak with sensation. It was too much. Knowing it was Cade, knowing what they were doing, feeling it all deep in his core.

  He started moving his hips back into Cade, asking for more, needing more. Cade seemed to understand and slowly added a second finger. It burned and Kyle tried not to hiss in pain, not wanting to scare Cade. But once Cade had stretched him a little, the sensation of the second finger against Kyle’s prostate, the additional stretch and friction made him groan, unable to be silent.

  “Oh fuck, Cade,” he breathed. “God your fingers feel so good inside me.”

  It was starting to feel overwhelming and his cock was getting too sensitive, rubbing against the sheets as Kyle kept moving back and forth on Cade’s fingers. He could feel Cade suddenly bend over him, kiss him between the shoulder blades.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

  It made Kyle hotter and he moaned in response. “More,” he whimpered, looking over his shoulder, eyes glassy and brows furrowed in need.

  Cade complied, sliding in a third finger. This one was hard. This one felt more like pain than pleasure and Kyle had to grit his teeth hard.

  “Ahhh!” he screamed.

  Cade paused. “Did I hurt you?!” His voice was eager.

  Kyle couldn’t manage words, just nodded. The pain eased after the pressure of three strong fingers continued pressing into his prostate, and soon his cock was throbbing again.

  He arched and panted, riding Cade’s fingers, moaning loudly with every thrust. It was unbearably good, Cade’s slick fingers moving and coaxing sensation from him, his aching, sensitive cock rubbing against the sheets as he moved his hips back and forth. Cade was moving in faster and Kyle was starting to wonder if he could cum just from Cade’s fingers inside him. Unable to wait any longer, he moaned, “Please, Cade, fuck me.”

  Cade stopped then, slowly pulling out his fingers. Kyle buried his face into his arms, both scared and desperate. It was gonna hurt like hell. Cade wasn’t the biggest he’d ever had, but he was pretty damn thick. And he wasn’t sure if he could take it. Cade stroked his back lightly as if he knew Kyle was worried. He heard the lube bottle click open and knew Cade was slicking himself up. He whined a little in anticipation.

  He felt Cade drip lube onto his welcoming hole and he thanked God that Cade had educated himself on the mechanics of this. It would have been embarrassing to explain everything every step of the way.

  The thought flew out of his mind at the feeling of Cade’s cock brushing his asshole gently. Breath hitching, Kyle braced himself, trying to relax.

  “Kyle, baby-”

  “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just do it, please” Kyle mumbled back, voice muffled.

  Cade leaned down, kissing Kyle’s back and neck. Kyle relaxed a little, enjoying the kisses, until he felt Cade start to push inside him. Cade felt thicker than he looked, and now Kyle knew just how thick. It burned and stretched and just plain hurt. He couldn’t help whimpering in pain.

  He wondered how bad it would have been if he’d been a virgin.

  Reaching underneath his body, he started to stroke himself, trying to relax as Cade kept pushing in. Cade stopped. “Is everything okay?”

  “It’s - Ah! - fine,” Kyle said, teeth gritted, determined to get it over with. “You’re so big. I- Just keep going.”

  Cade moved in deeper and Kyle wondered if it would ever end, until he felt Cade’s thighs against him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and stopped stroking himself.

  “Don’t move. Just for a second,” he gasped, reaching back and pressing his palm against Cade’s rippling abs.

  Cade stopped, and Kyle could feel his thighs trembling in great effort against his ass. Part of him was grateful for this long-held dream finally coming true, but, in that moment, an equal part cursed Cade for the wrecking pain his massive dick was causing.

  Cade started to mouth Kyle’s back, sucking and licking. Kyle concentrated on his tongue, on the feeling of Cade’s body wrapped around his, his cock buried deep in his ass, their bodies touching everywhere. The pain was easing, and, he moved his hips a little, a silent signal for Cade.

  Cade understood and started to make small, tiny movements in and out of Kyle’s ass. Frankly, it couldn’t even be called thrusts because the degree was fractional. But the slow shifting movements got Cade in the perfect position and suddenly the head of his cock brushed Kyle’s prostate.

  Kyle arched, moa
ning. Cade stiffened, but kept making small thrusts aimed at the spot. Because Cade was hardly withdrawing his cock at all, it meant almost continuous stimulation of Kyle’s prostate and, before long, the discomfort and pain of Cade’s penetration was all but forgotten, buried under the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

  And fuck, was it good.

  Kyle was soaring, whimpering, moaning, crying out. He desperately wanted to kiss Cade. He wanted to feel their tongues dancing while Cade was inside him. He wanted Cade to be inside him everywhere.

  “Stop,” he said, panting.

  Cade withdrew immediately and Kyle felt a wave of gratitude at how quick the response was. He rolled over and drew his knees to his chest, looking up at Cade. “Like this. Please.”

  Cade’s expression had been horrified, worried he’d done something wrong, but it turned hot and intense at Kyle’s words, and a smirk spread across his face. He placed his cock at Kyle’s entrance, breathing harshly.

  He looked at Kyle who arched upwards. Instantly, Cade begin to bury himself in Kyle’s ass, moving in one smooth, long slide.

  “Ohhhhh!” Kyle moaned, unable to form words.

  Cade leaned forward, bracing himself up on his elbows. He kissed Kyle then, their mouths sloppy and rough as Cade kept thrusting into him.

  It was perfection, Cade fucking him slowly, his cock brushing Kyle’s prostate with every thrust, his mouth moving lazily over Kyle’s. The tempo increased so gradually that Kyle couldn’t really tell when it became harder, when it became faster, but it just seemed that Cade gave him exactly what he wanted before he could say anything.

  He closed his hand around his cock, desperate for relief now, ready to cum. Cade, mouth still on Kyle’s, pulled it away. Instead he wrapped his own hand around Kyle’s damp, hard cock and begin to pump it lazily.

  Kyle immediately cried out against Cade’s mouth, bucking up in pleasure. Cade, sensing the urgency, began to move his hand hard and fast, dragging the skin tightly and quickly back and forth. He was thrusting faster now, harder, giving Kyle exactly what he wanted.