Crossing the Touchline

by Jay Hogan

  The seconds stretched out, and still he didn’t pull away, so I took the chance to shift closer. When our groins brushed, there was no denying the mutual arousal, but it played background to the uncertain intimacy taking root between us, something infinitely more important than whatever was going on below my belt. There was no way I was lifting my lips for fear the magic would end. And holy shit, that was some sappy crap right there.

  The unmitigated disaster of the evening that was my brother drifted away, paling in comparison to the seductive pull on my every sense that was Cameron Wano. In the heat of his mouth, I was witness only to his addictive taste and the feel of his lips. I nipped and pulled softly at them, breathing in the heady scent of his skin where my nose nestled close. I silenced the panic flooding my mind and just allowed myself to feel him, for however long he allowed me to.

  Two hands made their way under the hem of my T-shirt to slink around my waist, and oh my God, every nerve in my body perked up. Fingers burned a trail along my skin and everything changed. Cam relaxed, and his weight pushed into me, forcing me back against the cabinet. The stifled groan that slipped from my mouth at the possessive contact was pure need. Holding me in place with one hand flattened on my chest, he dipped his other into the waistband of my sweats to slide teasingly over my crease. My breath hitched and another groan rolled from my throat. He smiled against my lips, and it was all the encouragement I needed.

  I summoned my weight advantage and spun him around, slamming him back against the cabinet and diving into his mouth as if it held the answers to all my questions. My fingers fisted in those silky black locks that I’d been so desperate to touch, angling his head for better access. A moan rose to my ears—his, this time—and I pressed hard up against him, the rigid outline of his dick telling the only story I needed to hear about whether he was as into this as I was.

  And holy hell was I into this. Every spank bank memory I’d stored and treasured from our first meeting in that car park surged into my brain, only to pale in comparison. I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get inside his mouth deep enough, couldn’t get enough of… damn near anything. If I could’ve crawled under his skin and taken up residence, it still wouldn’t have been close enough.

  Cameron Wano was no longer simply the wet dream impossibility he was a year ago, a kohl-eyed fantasy way out of my league. He was a man I knew to be good, and genuine, and sexy, and… holy shit, currently in my arms. He flipped every switch I didn’t even know I had and… yeah, I was so, so, so fucked.

  I found the sharp edge of his jawline and buried my teeth just beneath it, the scruff on his skin deliciously rough against my cheek. He bucked into me, tilting his head. I bit again, harder this time, enough to leave a mark.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, but made no move to pull away.

  I kissed up his jaw and nipped his earlobe before running my tongue around the sensitive area just behind it.

  “Jesus, Reuben….” He grabbed my butt and hauled me closer, if that was even possible. I dropped my mouth to the curve of his neck, knowing it too would leave a mark. I needed that. Needed to know that if this were the only time I got to have him, then he’d be wearing a reminder of me for days to come.

  He groaned, his hand snaking between us to drag up the length of my erection, and I was damn lucky not to blow there and then. I pushed him hard against the cabinet, and tipped my hips away from his, wanting this to last, wanting to draw out every heart-melting second that I could. Then I snagged his hand and pinned it above his head before adding its mate.

  “Bastard,” he whispered against my cheek, but made no attempt to free himself.

  I took his mouth in a fierce kiss, then pressed our foreheads together. “If you lay your hands on me again,” I huffed into his open mouth, “this’ll be over embarrassingly quick, bar the cleanup.”

  He grinned against my lips. “And that’s a problem because…?” He leaned his body into mine and rolled his hips.

  Holy fuck. I dropped my head to his shoulder and struggled to breathe as he ground shamelessly against me, nipping and licking at my neck, that ebony fringe of lashes fluttering along my jaw. I might have had him restrained but there was no mistaking who was taking point.

  “I need to touch you, Reuben,” he whispered in my ear, flicking it with his tongue while the languid, hypnotic roll of his hips kept my arousal teetering on the edge of orgasm.

  Jesus. I was so damn close and we’d yet to remove a single item of clothing.

  He eased off, stepping me back from the brink as he hummed soothingly in my ear. “Mmm, so good, Rube. But what the hell are we doing?”

  The fucker was quite possibly the world’s finest tease even without his hands. Any lunatic idea I’d had of making this last as long as possible had left the room multiple grinds ago. Hell, it had probably left the damn planet.

  I huffed against his ear. “I don’t know what we’re doing. I just know I want you so bad I can’t even think. Just once….”

  He chuckled, trailing kisses down my neck and breaking into a filthy commentary en route. Something about swallowing me down, tasting every inch of my dick, and… oh yeah, making me come so fucking hard I’d blow my damn eyeballs out of my cock. That I didn’t self-combust into a pile of ashes on the kitchen linoleum was a goddamn miracle.

  I pushed off the fridge and hauled arse back a step, putting much-needed cool air between his dick and mine, while keeping his hands locked above his head. Our eyes met, and the blistering heat in his damn near sizzled my eyebrows.

  His gaze tracked the length of my body, his teeth worrying his lower lip as if he couldn’t decide which part of me to maul first. And when his eyes finally found mine once again, he licked his lips and every filthy fantasy I’d ever had came to life. Wriggling his hands in my grip to gain a little stretch, he leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of my face.

  “And then, handsome,” he growled in my ear, “I’m gonna suck you as dry as a bone and swallow every drop. All but a taste, which I’ll feed back to you, just so you know exactly who owned that fucker you’ve got tucked away in those sweats.” He pressed a solid kiss to my lips.

  What the…? Holy Christ on a cracker. I was gone. I needed in that man’s mouth in the next thirty seconds and I didn’t care what I had to do to make that happen. He watched me with an expectant look but didn’t move. I frowned. What was he waiting…? Oh shit. His hands.

  I released my grip and watched that sexy smile grow. Free, he stepped into me, cupped my face, and took my lips in a heated kiss, burrowing into my mouth.

  I pressed hard against him. “Please.” I was so, so not above begging.

  He wiggled his hips against me. “Trust me.” Statement, not question.

  And I did. Nobody more.

  He found the hem of my sweatshirt and peeled it over my head, running his molten gaze over my skin before his mouth zeroed in on my nipples to pay them some teeth and tongue attention as I writhed under his touch. I gave myself over to riding that intoxicating knife-edge of pleasure/pain as he moved from one to the other, desperate with need in seconds.

  “Please, Cam, just fucking touch me, will you?” I thrust my hips forward, seeking any kind of friction.

  He lifted his lips back to mine and pressed a soft kiss in place. “Because you asked so nicely.” He dropped a hand to wrap around my dick through my damp sweats, starting up a slow stroke, his eyes locked on mine. The relief was instantaneous, and my dick delighted to find itself finally, finally in-fucking-hand.

  I hissed in relief, and he kissed the end of my nose. “You like that, huh?”

  “You’re a fucking tease,” I griped but with zero heat, too damn pleased to just have his hand on my dick.

  He spun us again, so it was my back against the fridge and continued to work me. It wasn’t long before I was a sparrow’s fart away from orgasm, and I dropped my hand to cover his.

  “I believe you made me a promise, gorgeous,” I said. “Several, in fact.” I tugged at h
is lower lip with my teeth. “None of which involved me coming in my sweats.”

  A sly grin slid over his face. “That I did, Rube.”

  I arched a brow. “Rube?”

  “Humour me. I like it.” He dropped to his knees, taking my sweats with him, and wrapped that plush mouth around my dick, engulfing me to the root in a moist, velvet furnace of heat.

  “Holy shit.” I slammed my hands back against the fridge to hold myself upright as my knees wavered big time. Then he really went to town on me. A talented mouth, coupled with that intimate understanding of anatomy meant if I lasted more than a minute I deserved a fucking gold medal.

  His gaze locked onto mine as my dick slid in and out of that wanton mouth. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he slicked up two fingers and dropped them behind my balls to rest against my hole. And yeah, I might have squeaked.

  I cupped the side of his face as he kept his attention on my dick whilst circling and dipping in with that finger, just to hold my attention exactly where he wanted it. As if I wasn’t locked on like a goddamn heat-seeking missile as it was. Then somewhere, miles down the back of his throat, he swallowed around me and sent me flying.

  “Fuuuuck….” I shot there and then as he milked my prostate through every wave of pleasure that rolled through me. Then he stood and took my mouth in a possessive kiss, sliding his tongue alongside mine. I pulled him close and tightened the kiss, dipping into every corner of his mouth before pulling off to pepper his cheeks with butterfly kisses.

  He chuckled, his scruff brushing against my lips. “I think I’m clean enough.”

  I moved my attention to his neck. “You can never be too sure.” I pulled off to look him in the eye, enjoying the satisfaction and humour I found sparkling there. Pulling my sweats up from my thighs, I grabbed his hand. “This way.” I tugged him into the hall towards my bedroom, pausing briefly to check in on Cory. Still asleep. Awesome. But as I closed the door, Cam hesitated, and I wondered if this was when it all went to shit. The dawning of common sense.

  “What are you doing?” he whispered.

  I eyeballed him. “Getting you naked.”

  He frowned. “We shouldn’t…. You don’t have to….”

  I silenced him with a single stony glare. “I do. Goddammit, Cam, for all I know, you’re gonna rabbit on me tomorrow, and I wouldn’t blame you, so don’t you dare deny me this one time. We can’t make this any worse, right?”

  He stared warily as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. Then he dropped his shoulders and snagged my hand, dragging me into the bedroom. Yes.

  Once inside he turned, and for a few seconds we simply held each other’s gaze—his uncertain, almost shy. I locked the door, in case Cory came looking, and stepped closer, running my hands down Cam’s chest to the hem of his tee before dragging it over his head and pushing him onto the mattress. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened as he waited for me to make the next move.

  The reality of Cameron Wano sprawled across my sheets was light years better than any fantasy I’d nurtured over the last year. God, he was so beautiful. Acres of smooth golden skin, a lean, tight, sinewed body, and a smattering of dark hair leading down into the waistband of impossibly tight jeans that failed to hide an inch of his arousal. He was slender but strong, and the look on his face was everything I’d hoped for. The man’s mind might have issues with what we were doing, but there was no denying his body was fully committed.

  He propped himself up on his elbows with a sly grin. “So now you’ve got me here, mister, you just gonna look?” He pulled his lower lip into his mouth seductively, fluttering those long lashes over his charcoal-lined, leonine eyes. Lowering his gaze, he smiled at the sight of my burgeoning semi. “Looks like someone wants to play again. Come closer and I could do something about that.”

  I shook my head. “Yeah, so not happening. You’ve had your fun. Now scoot up, sexy.”

  He did so, still eyeing me suggestively.

  “Forget it,” I warned. “My turn.”

  He huffed, and fell back with a pout, allowing me to lift his legs one at a time to remove his shoes and socks before unbuttoning his dark-wash jeans. At that he became unusually still, and I sensed him watching me, a tension between us that hadn’t been there seconds before. I ignored it, continuing in my mission to get those jeans off. The fuckers were that tight, it took a few seconds just to peel them over his hips enough to expose the top of his briefs, the first sight of which froze my hands in place.

  Holy fucking shit. My gaze leapt to find him studying me with a cool eye, his chin raised a fraction in that challenging way he had, and I instantly got that this was a test, and one I needed to pass. Had this been the real reason he’d been less than keen on me reciprocating? I kept my eyes locked on his, straddled his thighs, and bent down to kiss him.

  “Well, well, well, Mr Wano. Whatever do we have here?” I purred, putting every molecule of arousal I felt into the question, although… holy moly, it wasn’t like I had to pretend a damn thing. I was totally, fucking, mind-blowingly turned on by what I’d just glimpsed in those jeans. I ground down on him meaningfully.

  He groaned and bucked up, riding his erection into my crease. “Jesus, Rube.”

  The sensation was delicious and titillating, and nowhere near enough. I wanted to free that sucker until it was buried balls-deep and ride him out, but not today. Instead, I sat back on my heels, my hands tracing the lines of his torso, circling those deep-chocolate nipples and the soft shadow lines of his stomach. His skin pebbled and shivered under my touch, his breath shallow and stuttering with arousal. I drew soft circles, running the backs of my fingertips over his hips and down his thighs. His skin was satin smooth with just a dusting of hair that fluttered beneath my fingers as he tensed and trembled.

  I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his lips, then knee-walked my way back down his legs till my face hovered above his open fly and that tantalising peek of lace I’d exposed beneath. Damn. I pressed my face into his groin and revelled in the heady scent before mouthing his dick through the material.

  He groaned and pushed up into me, so I pulled back and made a show of teasing his jeans down farther till they sat around his thighs, at which point I leaned in and licked a firm trail up the lace and silk of the briefs his cock strained against. It was so fucking sexy. He squirmed between my legs, head thrown back, eyes shut.

  “Look at me.”

  He opened his eyes, his gaze zeroed in on mine.

  “You look damn beautiful in these.” My hand slid over the delicate lace to cup his balls as I bent down to tongue him through the wet silk, my gaze locked on his. He licked his lips, his eyes soft and indulgent as he seemed to accept that I meant it. Truth was, I didn’t even have to try. Every brush of my hand over that silk-lined dick was playing havoc with my senses. Soft and hard, satin and steel, lace and muscle. Holy shit. It was doing my head in.

  What would he look like, feel like, dressed in… more of it? A whoosh of air escaped my chest as I imagined tonguing his nipples through gossamer material, ripping it off, draping his body…. A rumbling growl made its way up my throat. Well, that was new.

  He threaded his hand through my hair and yanked my face up to his. “For Christ’s sake, Rube,” he said thickly. “Just get my dick in your mouth or I’ll damn well do it for you.”

  Well alrighty then. I planted a kiss on the tip of his nose and moved south once again. It only took a few seconds to dispose of his jeans before making a show of dragging that glorious scrap of silk off his arse with my teeth. He watched every move, his pupils blown wide. Then I wrapped my lips around him and finally, finally set about getting what I’d fantasised about for over a year—the opportunity to taste Cameron Wano and own this gorgeous man’s pleasure, if only for a short time.

  My sexual experience paled in comparison to his, I was sure, but I doubted anyone had ever wanted him as much as I did in that moment, and when his hands threaded through my hair to fist there, I rolled
off the bed, and onto my knees, pulling him in front of me.

  “Do it,” I said, relaxing my mouth and taking him in. I pressed a hand to the one he still had fisted in my hair to make my point.

  He glanced down. “Yeah?” His voice was thick and rough.

  I nodded. He smiled, thrusting a couple of times experimentally. I pressed his hand once again, and he got the message. I was fine. I trusted him.

  He tilted my chin up and held me in place, staring down at me with rapt attention as he thrust in and out of my mouth, careful to give me ample opportunity to pull off if I needed. With my free hand nestling his balls, I felt the moment they drew up and knew he was close. He pulled off a fraction, giving me the unspoken choice before he came. Like that was even a question. I swallowed him down and he started up again, his head falling back as his attention zeroed onto that single sensation building relentlessly in his flesh.

  I shifted my hand to my own aching dick, and with only a few strokes came a second time, keeping my gaze glued to Cam’s face as he tipped over into his own orgasm and emptied himself into my mouth, every bit as delicious as the man himself. I pulled off and licked him clean before collapsing face down on the bed, lungs heaving. Seconds later he hit the mattress alongside.

  “Holy shit, Rube,” he huffed. “Where the hell did you learn to suck dick like that?”

  I mumbled something incomprehensible, my mouth and throat still achy and unwilling to work with my brain. He dropped a hand to my back, running long strokes up and down my spine. My eyelids drooped as my body surrendered to a blissed-out slump, only intensified by the three-hour training session it had endured earlier.

  After wiggling onto his side, Cam hauled me over and spooned up close behind me. I snuggled back against his chest, taking note of the glorious way his soft cock pressed against my thigh.

  “Mmm.” I wiggled my arse, more for effect than intent.

  He slapped my buttcheek playfully. “Behave.”

  I chuckled, but it was all bravado as panic loomed in my chest. Watching Cam come undone at my hand, I’d known I was screwed, known it without a shadow of a doubt. We could never go back after this. I’d royally fucked things up and there’d be a price to pay. Whatever stupid pipedream I’d imagined regarding what we could become, it was a lie, a big, fat, fucking lie. I wasn’t out, I wasn’t coming out, and Cam wouldn’t live like that. And now we’d broken the rules—his rules. And because of that I’d wrecked everything.