19. Dallas

Dallas

I t's homecoming, and the game hasn't even started yet, but I'm already on a high as I eagerly get changed in the locker room. I don't even care if any of the guys decide to be dickheads tonight.

I'm staying the night with Colt after the game, and I'm literally shaking with excitement, fastening my pants and standing next to Benny. He's quiet tonight, but maybe he's just nervous.

He loves this game, and I know he wants to win.

"Jesus, McBride," I hear Rowan Kincaid boom just as he walks over to us from his locker. "No wonder you can't keep a girlfriend with that mop on your head. You should really cut it."

I bristle and wait for the funny quip from Benny, but he just grumbles, "Fuck off, Kincaid."

"Aw, don't be too sad, Benny. I'm sure you can find a nice homely girl at the party tonight to kiss it and make it better."

What the hell is he talking about? I wait for Benny to say something else, but he just gives him the finger. Rowan chuckles as he walks off, laughing with his mob of idiot friends.

I turn back to Benny. "What is he talking about? What happened with Mya?"

As far as I knew, they were a totally happy couple. "Nothing." He turns away from me to grab his jersey and pull it on over his head.

I grab his arm and urge him to face me, not able to let this go. "Benny, you can talk to me about anything. What happened?" I keep my voice low, even though no one is paying us any attention at the moment.

"We broke up," he says so quietly, it's almost like another person is talking.

"You broke up?" Benny has had a few girlfriends since I've known him, and when they ended, he always told me about it like it was no big deal. But he's hurting now. I can tell. I didn't know he cared so much about Mya, but I knew he liked her.

"What happened?"

"I messed up," he says softly, his eyes drifting over to the crowd of other players in the locker room, then back to me. "You aren't the only one who makes mistakes, Dallas. Everyone does, and I messed up big."

"You'd never hurt her."

He drops his shoulders, his head tilted down. "I did though. I messed up, Dallas." He looks distraught, and I hate it. I'm not used to this from Benny, and I want to make it better. "She hates me, and believe me, she should," he says defiantly. "Please. Can we just drop it?"

I don't want to, but he's done so much for me. He's been there for me, and he's never pushed me when I begged him not to, so I give him a quick nod. "Okay, but I'm here if you want to talk. I promise. You can talk to me too."

He smiles, and while it's not quite as bright as normal, it's more like him. "I'm okay. Really." He squeezes my shoulder with his hand and pulls me in close. "And your guy is going to be here tonight, so we have to win." He says this quietly into my ear, and I can hear him smiling as he does it.

I shouldn't have told him that, but I was way too excited about it not to. He's been teasing me about it all week, and I couldn't even care because hell yes .

My guy . I love the sound of that.

"Let's go win then," I say. He's ready now, cheering and pumped up with the rest of the team as we prepare to head out on the field. It doesn't matter that I'll still be playing with a team that mostly hates me. It doesn't matter that the coach is a dick and my parents will be in the stands probably more for show than anything else. None of it matters. Because Colt will also be in those stands. Just for me.

Tonight, I feel untouchable.

The game was great—we won—but nothing beats this. Being naked in Colt's bed, with him on top of me, driving me completely insane with need. He was there at the game. I saw him as I was leaving the field, and he was waiting for me in the parking lot after I showered and changed.

I was buzzing with nervous excitement the entire drive back to his place, but the moment we got into his house, we fell into our new comfortable dance. His lips on mine and mine on his as we worked to get each other naked and into his room.

I can't believe I'm here. That this is happening. But it's exactly what I want.

"Want you so bad," I gasp against his mouth as he kisses me, his hands sliding down my sides and over my stomach. "Please. Need you."

I can feel him smiling as he kisses his way down over my jaw, to my neck, then down over my pecs, paying special attention to my hardened nipples. With each hard suck of the tightened buds, my cock jerks impatiently, spilling pre-cum from my tip.

"Please," I say again, not even sure what I'm begging for, just knowing he's driving me higher and higher, making me more desperate.

He doesn't say a word as he kisses down my chest and over my abs, working his way down. And just when I think he's going to take my cock in his mouth and put me out of my misery, he bypasses that part of my body and goes for my thighs.

"No," I groan, and I hear him chuckle.

My need builds as he continues to torture me with his mouth, kissing and sucking everywhere but my cock. When he finally moves between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, I nearly come off the bed as he takes me into his warm mouth.

"Yes," I breathe as I fist the sheets. "Yes. Please." I'm feral with it now, needing to let go, but after taking me all the way to the back of his throat twice, he slowly slides off me, teasing only the tip with his tongue.

I groan in frustration, but he only smiles. "I can get you off this way. Or..." My brain is barely working as he teases my slit, dragging his tongue through the sticky liquid pooling there. "You could wait and come inside me."

"W-what?" I sit up so fast, I'm dizzy. He releases my dick, sitting back on his knees, his hard cock sticking straight up. "Y-you... You want that?" I ask nervously because while I had thought about maybe offering to have him inside me, I never thought he'd want me inside him . I'm not sure why it never crossed my mind, but it's definitely there now. Firmly planted and not going anywhere.

"Yes," he answers quickly, and then I notice he's wrapped his hand around the base of his dick. He's not moving, just holding on, and I force myself to look away from his beautiful cock and up to his face. He looks like he's almost in pain. Oh my God, is he close to coming? Just at the thought of me being inside him?

"I have no idea what I'm doing," I blurt out in the most unsexy of moves, but I don't care. I haven't the first clue what I would need to do to make it good for him. To not hurt him. God—I never want to hurt him.

"Hey." I hear his soft voice and realize I've closed my eyes. When I open them, I feel his hand on my cheek. "We'll do it together. You and me. It would be us figuring it out, not you alone."

"Have you ever...?" I feel a little sick asking the question because the thought of anyone else with him that way makes me full of jealousy I'm not proud of.

"A couple of times, but it's been a while. But this..." I watch him cautiously and wait. "This feels different. I can't stop thinking about it, and I want is so damn bad, but if you're not ready?—"

"I'm ready," I cut him off quickly, smashing my lips against his and kissing him hard. Finally, his smile is back, which makes me happy, even as my nerves kick up. "But I'm also ready for you to be inside me."

I swear he actually gulps, and it's so funny to me for some reason, I nearly lose myself in laughter, but I recover quickly to see him frowning playfully at me. "So funny."

I let out a quick laugh, but rein it in. "No. It's just you look so... excited?"

He looks down, which makes me follow his lead and look at his hard cock, leaking with pre-cum and making me salivate for him. "I'm definitely excited."

I smile and then swallow around the huge lump of nerves in my throat because do I really want that? Tonight?

Yes. I decide instantly. Yes, I really do want that.

"Can we do both?" I ask, and he looks at me with awe and raw hunger. It makes me swallow hard again, my heart rate kicking up, but it's excited nerves. I'm ready for this. I never thought I'd be able to have this, and now that I have him—even if it might not be for long—that gives me even more reason to take every bit of him I can.

Because there's no doubt in my mind he's the love of my life. I'm in love with him, even if I can't say it out loud. Too afraid to lose him. Too afraid to admit it and then be shattered when he leaves, but it doesn't make it any less true.

"Yeah," he says quietly. "Yeah, we can do that. Me first?"

I nod slowly, my hand shaking as I move it up and over his heart, letting that ground me. "If you get inside me, and you decide you aren't ready for anything else..." His lips drag over my cheek to my ear. "I'm more than happy to just have you come deep inside me."

"Oh my God." My cock jerks at the thought, and I pull back to look into his eyes. "Tell me we don't need condoms. I mean... I know safe sex and all that, but I've only been with one person..." Oh shit , we both wince when I mention the one person I've been with, but I just keep talking. "I um, I got tested after that, even though I really kind of thought it might have been a dream. But I wasn't sure, so I got tested, and it was negative. Everything was negative." Oh, please shut up, Dallas . "I mean, we can for sure use them if you don't trus?—"

He cuts me off with a hard kiss on the lips, one that turns hungry and feral really damn fast. "I trust you. I was tested about six months ago, and I haven't been with anyone since then. It was negative. And I know you'd never put me in any danger."

"I wouldn't," I say quickly, glad that's when my mouth decides to finally stop talking.

"I don't want anything between us either," he says as he kisses me softly.

"Okay," I say as he starts to pull back, and I chase his mouth with mine. I never want to stop kissing him. It's like I'm addicted.

He just smiles patiently at me and pushes gently on my shoulders until I lie back on the bed. He reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube. "Wanna get you ready."

I nod my head nervously as he moves between my legs. "I need to get you ready too, right?"

He nods his head, his eyes on my dick. "Yes. But I can't wait to taste you, so this first." He grins, and I'm not sure what he's talking about, I just know I want it. I want all of it. His hands move to my thighs, smoothing over my tight muscles, and pushing my legs back and up until I'm fully exposed to him.

I wiggle a little bit under his scrutiny, his eyes no doubt on my hole, but I don't get the chance to ask him what he's waiting for because before I can say anything, he dives forward, his tongue meeting my hole and making me cry out in surprise and intense pleasure that nearly makes my eyes cross. "Holy. Shit! What?—"

He doesn't stop there though, he starts to lap at my rim, swirling his tongue around the tight pucker and getting it nice and wet, dragging his lush tongue over every nerve ending I had no idea I had.

I grip his hair with one hand, holding onto him, losing my damn mind, humping the air as he laps at me over and over again, sending my need to an all-time high. He licks up over my balls and back down to my hole. My cock is leaking like crazy, and I can feel just how tight all my muscles are.

I'm close. Way too close.

"Wait. I'm going to come if you don't stop," I gasp, but he doesn't stop. He just continues to lick me until his stiff tongue is slowly making its way into my body. It's tunneling inside and rocketing spikes of pleasure through me. My balls are so damn close to unloading when I hear the click of the lube cap, he's still fucking me with his tongue as he puts lube on his fingers and then pulls back, removing his mouth and making me whimper.

"No," I moan, even though I told him I was close. I'm kind of cursing myself now because I was right there.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I've got you," he says calmly as he moves a finger to my hole. My nerves are back, but all I feel is desperate and needy when he starts to slip his well-lubed finger inside me.

"More," I say, desperate for it.

"Patience," he growls, nipping at my thigh as he slowly pushes his entire finger inside me. There's some burn with the stretch, but my body is relaxed from his tongue, and all I can think about is getting more of him inside me.

I had no idea how badly I wanted this, but now that it's happening, it's like I can't stand to wait anymore.

He pulls all the way out of me, leaving me feeling empty and even more needy before he adds more lube and pushes two fingers inside me. This time, it burns a little more, and I wince, but as he starts to work his way inside me, scissoring his fingers to stretch me open, it starts to feel good.

"Yes," I breathe, wanting to reach for my cock but not daring to touch myself. I'm going to come inside him, damn it.

My cock jerks with the thought though, and I nearly lose it right then. "Fuck!" I shout, my entire body trembling. "I'm too close, Colt."

"Relax," he says. "We have all the time in the world."

Do we though? I can already tell I'm going to want this as often as I can get it, and he's taking his sweet damn time.

I'm about to demand we get on with it when his fingers pass over something inside me that has me seeing stars and crying out with pure ecstasy. "Oh, holy fuck. What was that? Please do that again. Holy shit!" I'm a babbling mess, but he obliges, his fingers inside me hitting that spot over and over again until I scream his name, and cum spurts from the head of my cock without any warning at all.

He continues to milk that spot inside me, although with less pressure before I can't take it anymore, and he pulls his fingers from my body. I'm too high on the orgasm to be upset that it ended too quickly.

I look at his cock, seeing he hasn't come and decide that even though I may have ruined my chance of getting inside him, he can still have me. I pull him to me until his mouth meets mine, and we kiss, tasting my flavor on his tongue and not caring. "You made me come."

"You're beautiful when you come," he says, nipping at my lips, lying on top of me as we kiss. I can feel his hard cock between us, and I smile.

"You can still have me, you know? I need it."

He grins and kisses my cheeks and then the corner of my mouth. "Oh, I want that too, but first, let's get me ready to take this gorgeous cock." His hand slips between us as he wraps it around my spent cock. I'm not fully soft but definitely not hard.

He laughs. "You really think when your fingers slide into my tight hole, your dick isn't going to rally and want in on all the fun?"

I nearly swallow my tongue at his words. Damn, that's hot. He's grinning when he must feel my soft cock already trying to do just that in his hand.

"You still want this?" I ask, and he just shakes his head affectionately at me.

"So damn bad." He kisses my lips and grabs the lube, pouring more into his hand, and then reaches behind him. I realize after a moment, he's fingering himself, and I growl, rolling him off me and onto his back—his fingers slipping from his body in the motion.

He looks up at me, slightly surprised. "Mine," I say with a feral growl and then take the lube bottle, squirting the liquid onto my hand.

"Yes. Please," he says as he settles back on the bed, spreading his legs for me. I nearly pass out when I see his pink hole between the luscious globes of his ass.

"Oh wow."

"Thanks," he says with a cocky grin, but then he turns serious. "You aren't going to hurt me. It's been a while since I've been with a person, but my dildo is almost the size of this gorgeous cock..." His hand moves to the cock he's talking about, stroking me to almost full hardness already. "It won't take a lot of prep."

I nod my head dumbly, still looking at his hole but finally taking my lubed fingers to his entrance and feeling his puckered rim. "Oh God," I breathe because I can't believe I'm here.

"Yes," he says, tucking one arm behind his head, giving me total trust. "Get me ready, baby."

I take a deep breath and nod my head, dragging more lube over his hole and relishing the feeling of his welcoming opening. I'm going to be inside this ass soon. He trusts me that damn much, and I trust him too.

Okay, I can do this.