24. Bryant

I wake up to a warm body pressed against mine and groan. He smells different. The hotel shampoo washes out the spicy scent of his normal body wash, but underneath the generic floral smell, it"s still Jack, and he still smells like sex to me.

My blood rushes, and my cock stirs. We must have fallen asleep watching TV, which isn"t good, but it"s still dark outside, which means we aren"t in trouble. Yet.

It also means I can wake him up however I want before I send him on his way.

My mouth trails over his shoulder blade, across his strong bicep, and up his neck, enjoying the opportunity to explore him while he's asleep. He starts to stir, and I bite his ear.

"Time to wake up, baby," I grumble in his ear, my voice raspy from sleep.

That"s the second time I"ve unintentionally called him that, but he doesn"t react, so maybe he doesn"t notice? What he does notice is my cock pressing against his bare ass cheek, and he rolls his hips back into it. I press my cock between his cheeks and he groans.

I abandon his warmth for only a moment, reaching over to my bag that I left on the bedside table. Either I"m stupid or I"m just prepared, because at the last minute, I threw a bottle of lube into my small duffel. I"ll examine the repercussions of that later. For now, I fill my palm with the slippery liquid and coat my cock in it before teasing Jack"s puckered hole and pushing in with two fingers. I take my time stretching and fingering him until he"s definitely awake and edging towards release.

He looks over his shoulder with sleepy eyes, barely visible in the beam of light from a nearby streetlamp, and kisses me. It"s slow, and tender, and deep, tugging on my heartstrings as fiercely as it does my cock. In the bare hours of the morning, I can still pretend to be half asleep, and for a short time, I can allow myself to relax and just enjoy whatever this is between us. He said it—this is a diversion, something to keep things interesting. Only right now, it feels like more.

Instead of bending him over and dominating him the way I normally do, I want to look at him and kiss him. Rolling him on his back and settling myself between his legs, I angle his hips with a pillow and press my cock inside, entering him slowly. He moans as his body stretches to accommodate me. When I"m buried to the hilt, I roll my hips, luxuriating in the feel of the tight ring of muscle squeezing me.

I move in slow, languid thrusts, and Jack pulls me against his body. Our kiss starts deep and gentle, but it grows hungrier and more fevered as we move against each other. My abs contract with the ache in my chest, and then my balls as his little moans and breathy pants turn me on, but I hold off, wanting him to come first.

With a quick bite and lick of his bottom lip, I set myself up on my knees and grip the hard muscle of his thighs, pressing his knees up against his chest.

"Fuck," he pants, as I roll my hips into him again, building to a quicker pace as I begin to lose control. My hands tighten on his thighs, digging into his skin, marking him the way I want to mark his entire body. I watch, in the growing light of early morning, as my cock slides in and out of him.

"Fuck," I agree, echoing him as my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. The sight of my cock disappearing inside of him is making it hard to hold myself together. I grit my teeth. "Touch yourself, Jack. I want to watch you cum."

With a breathy moan, he reaches down and grabs his cock, pumping in time with my thrusts.

"That"s right baby, come for me. Come all over me."

I"m not able to hold off until he"s done. The squeeze of his ass around my cock, and the way his eyes lock on mine, glazed over with pleasure as his orgasm overtakes him—it"s all too much. My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I come with a shout, thrusting deep. He spasms around me, my name on his lips almost setting me off a second time.

"Yes, Bryant, Fuuuuck," he cries, and his cum splashes against my abs and his.

I close the distance between our bodies, pressing our torsos together and smearing the cum between us as I take his mouth. I keep moving inside him until my dick softens, smiling at the way Jack whimpers when I pull out of him.

We lay there for a few minutes, staring at each other, touching, kissing. Until it"s too light outside to ignore. I send Jack to the shower without me in case it gets one or both of us started again. I"m like a fucking teenager around him, insatiable.

The team plays their best game ever, and we dominate the Wildcats in their own territory. Jack is on fire, and I can"t wait to watch the recaps of this game later. While Jack was simply on the radar before he came to Groveton, he"s now at the top of everyone"s list for the most talked about player this season. He"s a fucking star, and even though he"s only a junior, there is no doubt in anyone"s mind that he is destined for greatness. There"s a lot of talk about whether he"ll announce his draft intentions or stay to finish his degree. I should talk to him about making an official statement, and maybe we can hold a small press conference after our next home game.

I think about what Tuck said, and spend a little too much time imagining how I could persuade him to stay here longer. For the team.

For me.

The players are pumped after the game, and they"re still jazzed up by the time they get on the bus. Coach Sanders decides to ride with the cheer bus, probably because he"s been chatting up their coach for the last six months, which leaves his seat open. The team decides Jack should get the honor of sitting up front instead of near the bathroom, so he ends up across from me in Tuck's seat. I try not to stare at him the whole time while he shoots the shit with Alex and Francisco, who are sitting behind him. We stop for barbeque in Oklahoma, and after lunch, everyone"s pretty tired and docile. One of the guys hooks up another movie, and they all zone out on some action flick I haven't seen.

I pull out my phone, hiding it behind the screen of my laptop.

BN: You played well today.

JP: Thanks. Started with a good morning ;)

BN: That it did.

JP: What are you doing tonight?

I don"t answer, but my eyes flick up to his in confusion.

BN: Sitting on a bus, mostly.

JP: I mean after.

BN: It"ll be after 3AM by the time we get back to campus.

JP: And everyone will be too tired to notice if I follow you home.

My lips quirk.

BN: Aren"t you tired?

JP: Are you? Do I need to give you a break, old man?

I look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

BN: Is there any part of the last 48 hours that makes you think I can't keep up?

Jack lets out a throaty laugh, which gets the attention of the guys behind him.

"Yo, lover-boy, who you texting?" Alex says, reaching to grab his phone.

I nearly have a heart attack, but Jack thankfully swats his hand away and tucks it into his back pocket. "Dude, mind your business!" He laughs it off, but I can see the tension in his shoulders.

"That"s what he said to Mike this morning, when he walked in after five, freshly showered and a love-struck grin on his face. Won"t tell anyone where he was."

Jack's eyes cut over to where I"m sitting, and I know he knows I"m listening, but I am still their coach, so technically I should be picking up on the conversation and punishing him for being out of his room after hours. Instead, I"m pretending to be engrossed in some footage of the game, turning up the volume slightly so they don"t think I"m listening.

"Apparently, you"ve never gotten your dick sucked in the shower. You should try it."

Alex leans forward excitedly, lowering his voice, but not enough to actually keep his conversation private. "Dude… Was it that receptionist? She came looking for you at the pool."

"She was fucking hot," Francisco says. "Unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and had her lipstick right and everything, looking for you."

"I guess she found you, then?" Alex says, nudging Jack"s shoulder.

He shrugs, like he isn"t the type to kiss and tell. Which, if I hadn"t seen video proof otherwise, I might even believe him. I look up, because it"s not as if I could ignore that much noise, but they"re not paying me any mind. A satisfied grin crosses over his face and the guys around him cheer.

Alex goads him more. "How was it?"

"Best fucking blow job I"ve ever gotten," he says, and I can feel his eyes on me when the other guys start to talk amongst themselves.

My lips quirk and I surreptitiously lick my lips.

My phone buzzes.

JP: Don"t do that.

BN: Don"t do what?

JP: You fucking know.

BN: Clear your messages. And pictures.

I put my phone away and try not to stare at Jack the entire way home.