17. Callum

I wasanxious as hell stepping off the plane back in Austin. My stomach had been in knots ever since our last game had imploded harder than anyone had seen coming.

I”d spoken to Addison straight after. He”d calmed me down, told me that these things happened, but I”d spoken to coach straight after that, and he wasn”t happy with me.

I didn”t think anyone was and I was ready to hide under the covers and let it blow over before coming out again.

My phone buzzed and I glanced down at it, pausing at Addison”s message.

I”m here to pick you up.

I slowed and then sped up, hurrying toward the exit into the main area.

Sure enough, there was Addison. His bright smile was the first thing my gaze landed on. The second was his leg which was out of the cast and covered in a pair of jeans that could go all the way down.

I hadn”t seen him in anything other than sweats for two months, so the jeans looked almost fancy.

Grinning, I hurried toward him.

I don”t think either of us were thinking when we walked straight into a hug. If anyone was watching, I didn”t care right now. I needed this.

“This is so much better without trying to keep crutches under my armpits,” Addison enthused, and then, without any warning, he hoisted me into the air.

I laughed as my feet left the floor but smacked him lightly when he set me back down.

“Don”t break your knee again because you”re fool enough to try to throw around a man that”s over two hundred pounds,” I warned him.

“It was never broken,” he argued. “But yeah, that hurt like hell. Come on.”

He led me back to where the car was parked.

I went automatically to the driver’s side before realizing.

“Right. This is your car,” I reminded myself out loud. “And you have your leg working again.”

“Yup. Mostly,” he agreed, climbing in. “Coach has already set up physical therapy for me with one of the athletic trainers. Someone named Caesar. A couple of sessions, some exercises to rebuild and I’ll be back on the field in no time.”

“Before the end of the season?” I guessed, stomach squirming despite myself.

“Definitely. Maybe even in a couple weeks.”

I bit my lip.

“Coach will be happy about that,” I said, despite myself.

Addison glanced at me.

“Is this something we need to talk about?” he asked.

I shook my head, but resentment was bubbling no matter how hard I tried to keep it in check.

“It’s just that, coach wants me to go over some basics as though I’ve never even played a game before,” I said. “He wants to quiz me. You can bet the second that you’re back on the field, I’ll be benched again. And then what? What if I get transferred, or worse? How am I supposed to stay with you and be happy for you while you’re living the dream and I’m sitting at home eating mac and cheese?”

“Cal!” Addison chastised and then couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“I really hate you right now,” I informed him.

“Don’t,” he said, reaching for my hand.

I held it even though he was the worst for mocking my very valid concerns.

“That’s not going to happen,” he promised. “You”ve been doing great. One lost game won”t end your career.”

He rubbed his thumb comfortingly over my knuckles, giving me a warm smile and I sighed.

“You’re probably right.”

“I am… and I don’t want you upset that I’m out of the cast?—”

“Oh God,” I said feeling like a massive asshole. “I’m not. I’m sorry. That wasn’t me, that was just my anxiety speaking.”

“Okay, good, because we get to have more fun together this way.”

My stomach squirmed.

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “What are you planning?”

“All sorts of acrobatics. Let’s just say, I can’t wait to get you home.”

My mouth was suddenly very dry.

I swallowed, nerves multiplying.

“Tonight?” I asked and I sounded so damn uneasy that Addison rubbed his thumb over my knuckles again.

“If you want,” he said. “We don”t have to. Would you rather hold off?”

Instinctively, I almost said yes, but truth be told, I loved all the things Addison had been teaching me about my own body.

Until he”d gone down there with his tongue and fingers and even a dildo, I hadn”t known how good it would feel.

I literally hadn”t known what I really liked, and he was showing me in the gentlest, most delicious ways possible.

His hand in mine, I slid it over my thigh to rest on my cock as it started to harden.

“Does this answer your question?”

Addison let out a soft groan.

His hand turned in my grip and he rested his palm on my length, letting his heat seep through the fabric until we got home.

Once we got inside the door, he turned, pulled me into his arms and kissed me like he was starving for it.

“It’s crazy how two days without you feels like it’s been months,” he whispered against my lips. “I need you. Now.”

I moaned appreciatively because the man was such a damn good kisser. I was already aching for more.

Holding my hand, he led me upstairs and into bed, getting me naked and trembling with nerves before he climbed on.

There was such a serious air in the room that I could barely breathe, especially at the look of promise in Addison’s eyes.

He hoisted my knees over his shoulders and lowered his face over my hips, taking my length down his throat without much warning.

There was an immediate difference. He didn’t have to hang a leg over the side of the bed awkwardly or reposition himself and I could tell his confidence was up because of it.

I let my head fall back, committing to just trusting him. It wasn’t hard. There was no one I trusted more in the world.

Over the past two months, Addison had burrowed so deeply into my heart that it didn”t feel like we could ever truly come apart again. And I didn”t want to. I liked having him there. He made me feel fulfilled. Like I had found everything that I hadn”t known was missing.

I shut my eyes as he sucked me, getting lost in the feeling of his mouth around my length, but when he released it and started kissing lower, I knew this was what I had truly been waiting for.

His tongue lapped my hole and he moaned louder than I did when he pushed it inside, breeching the ring of muscles.

I immediately wanted more andgripped my knees, pulling them up to give him better access. Addison groaned, the sound making my cock flex ashe gripped my cheeks and held me a little bit higher before continuing his work.

I couldn”t breathe or even think anymore as he went to town, licking and tongue-fucking me until, when he pulled back, my hole flexed, opening on its own to encourage more attention.

Addison released a deep, appreciative sound as he got up on his knees.

“Fuck,” he muttered, brushing his fingers over my wanton hole, and watching it open up for him.

“I was planning to go super slow,” he informed me. “Tongue, then fingers, then dildo, then cock... get you desperate for it.”

I shook my head.

“I”m already there, Addy.”

He let out a breath of relief.

“Thank god, because I don”t think I can wait any longer.”

It only took him a second to unwrap a condom and slick his length with lube and then, he hooked his elbows under my knees and leaned over me, bending me in half, just like he’d promised he would.

I would have laughed but I didn’t think I could do anything but hold on tight as the blunt tip of his cock pressed to my entrance.

I was suddenly nervous. Way more nervous than I’d expected to be, but then Addison bent low enough to press our lips together and he kept kissing me as he pushed inside.

As soon as his cock breached the tight ring of muscles, we broke apart, both gasping.

I clung to Addison’s shoulders, my entire body tense as I forced myself to relax. He waited, kissing my cheeks and my jaw until suddenly everything eased.

“That’s it,” he whispered and pushed the rest of the way.

When his hips touched my ass and he was filling me completely, I was in awe.

He was balls deep inside me and it was unlike anything else. I felt full in the best way, even the slight burn of the stretch around him wasn’t bad. It was amazing.

“Fuck me,” I whispered because he still wasn’t moving.

He nodded and finally started to do it, his eyes never leaving mine. Even as he pulled out and pushed back in, even as his speed started to increase and we were both moaning and clutching each other as the pleasure mounted.

I’d never felt so broken open and laid bare, but I didn’t care because it was with Addison.

I understood why he wanted his cast off for this because he was relentless with his movements, hitting me harder, sweat dripping as he made love to me.

Each movement hit me so deep and so perfectly that my cock jumped with every thrust until I couldn’t see straight anymore and finally had to squeeze my eyes shut against the overwhelming feeling.

Meanwhile, my cock rubbed against Addison’s fit abdomen, getting some desperately needed friction and carrying me closer to the edge.

The pleasure escalated, building to the point that I couldn’t take it anymore, and I cried out, ejaculating in an intense wave of sensations. Addison groaned in appreciation, his rhythm quickening as I continued to empty, his cock pushing the last spurts of cum out from the inside.

Just as the last tremors ran through my body, his hips snapped against me one last time and his body went rigid.

I held him as he came, gasping at the feeling of his cock flexing inside me. There was something surreal about knowing I had brought him there. It was my body, and star quarterback Addison Kelly, who I was on a team with.

Suddenly, every aspect of my life felt completely surreal.

“Thank you,” Addison whispered, burrowing his face into my neck.

I held him, shaking my head.

“You”re crazy,” I informed him. “I should be the one thanking you.”

“For the orgasm?” he asked.

“Well, yeah,” I laughed, “that too, but more for choosing to let me into your life.”

He lifted his head so he could see my face, looking mystified.

“Seriously?” he asked. “That”s exactly what I was going to say to you.”