Donovan looked flushed, as though unsure what my reaction would be. “I wanted to wait for you. Is that okay? We can’t really be ourselves when we’re with the team, and I…”
“Probably not a good idea. Someone could…” My words trailed off as he stalked forward with a mix of longing and determination in his eyes, and my legs ate up the distance as if on autopilot. I don’t know who kissed who first, but it was a crush of lips and tongues and arms that made me ache all over. It felt like I was starving for him, and it had only been a few days.
Donovan walked me backward until I was pinned against a row of lockers while my hands blindly groped for him. I was overwhelmed by need right then, and somehow, he sensed it because his mouth grew firmer, his tongue plunged deeper, his fingers already fumbling for my waistband.
“It was that fucking jockstrap,” I ground out as my fingers warred with his, sliding inside the front of his sweats. “Getting me all hard and shit.”
“Yeah?” He smirked. “I’ll be sure to model it for you more often.”
“Oh, so you admit it, that you…oh God!” He’d slid his hands into the back of my shorts, under my briefs, and palmed my ass.
“Your ass is so hot,” he said in a hoarse voice. “You like that?”
I showed him how much by fusing our mouths together as my own hands gripped meaty chunks of his perfect ass.
He shoved my shorts down my hips to expose my shaft, and I did the same to him. When our bare cocks lined up, it was electric, and we gasped into each other’s mouths. Both of us were leaking precome, which made for an easier slide as we thrust against each other, still holding on to each other for leverage.
“Feels perfect. And I love for someone to play with my ass,” I admitted.
“Like this?” He brushed a fingertip down my crease.
“God, yeah.” I groaned, tucking my head into his shoulder. “Can I show you?”
When he nodded, less wary than I thought he might be, I parted his cheeks with the heels of my hands.
“It feels so…fuck.” He gasped as my fingers feathered just inside his crease.
I was close to losing it already, so I focused on making him feel good by dipping my fingers closer to his rim while I connected our mouths.
“Holy shit, I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he said when I circled his rim with my finger. “Do it again.”
So I doubled down, circling and dipping the very tip just inside over and over again, which drew a full-body shudder from him. He licked inside my mouth and gave back in turn, which was sending me closer to the edge.
“Is it okay to admit I’ve fantasized about putting more than my fingers inside you?”
I whimpered against his lips, imagining his cock stuffing my ass. “Are you trying to kill me? Fuck yes.”
Our kisses turned desperate as our fingers explored and our cocks thrust in a disorganized pattern. I kissed him with all I had, like he was really mine instead of someone I’d need to say goodbye to again. Imagining this thing between us being real, him really belonging to me, made my heart hammer and my nerve endings feel ready to burst into a pyrotechnic display of epic proportions.
“Oh fuck, I’m…I’m coming.” Donovan groaned and trembled, and I captured his sounds as his cock spurted against my stomach. I wasn’t even a moment behind.
“Brady!” It felt like my brain had melted as my orgasm erupted into an array of colors and lights and sounds that ended up only being me gasping loudly into his mouth.
“That might’ve been the best thing I ever felt in my life,” he said as we slumped against each other, and my laugh was hoarse and winded. Fuck, I loved being with him.
As my breaths evened out, I suddenly came to my senses and looked over his shoulder. I slid my hands from his pants and started cleaning us up and tucking us in. “We could’ve gotten caught.”
“I know. But we didn’t, and I don’t regret it, not for a minute,” he said with a soft kiss to my lips, which made my pulse throb again. “Let’s go celebrate with the team.”
So we did, separately, which was a bummer. We hit the lights and walked to the empty parking lot, and he said he’d give me a five-minute head start.
When I walked inside Geordie’s, I immediately slid into an empty seat at a long table with the players, pretending I hadn’t just gotten off with Donovan in the locker room. Christ, we were cutting it close, and when I felt Maclain staring at me across the table, I felt even more under the microscope. But he’d been in a more jovial mood since he had Jasmine show up for his game—and I half expected her to be here until I remembered she had to work.