Tamed (The Courtside King 1)

But God, how it was.

He swallowed against Kai’s hand, his boner throbbing.

Kai’s lips brushed his cheek. “Keep your head against my shoulder. I want to play with you like this.” His other hand slid down Breck’s abs, then even lower, between his legs. Breck stiffened as Kai grazed under his sac. “Do your lady friends play with you here?” he murmured, as he skimmed those two smooth knots. Every nerve ending in their wake went nuts.

Breck exhaled in a rush, then shook his head. “No. Never there.”

“Hmm…” Kai’s palm ghosted over Breck’s balls, then whispered up his shaft. “So, the ladies only touch your body here.” Breck groaned, his hard-on kicking against its jock, those knots beneath his navel teasing the sides of his crown.

All but delirious, he fought not to move, not to thrust his hips. But goddamn it, he wanted more contact. Like Kai’s big strong fingers wrapped around his dick.

Stifling a curse, he nodded. “Yeah. They only touch me there.” Well, not only there. They also sank their nails into his back as he rocked their world. He knew what Kai meant, though. The places that counted, that made his body light up. All but vibrating, he canted his hips. “You’re welcome to touch me there, too.”

Kai chuckled, but then quieted, halting his fingers in their tracks. As if debating whether or not to accept Breck’s invitation. His finger met the waistband of Breck’s jock. Slowly, he followed it to where it pinned Breck’s shaft to his abs. Breck held his breath. Tried not to move. Was Kai finally going to touch him? Kai gently ran his index along the rim of Breck’s sensitive glans.

Pleasure exploded, Breck’s dick going batshit crazy. Another needy moan shot from his lips as his pelvic bucked. All four knots got in on the fun then, too. He was going mental.

Goddamn it, this man was making him so fucking horny.

Kai purred, clearly liking his reaction. Another stroke of that wicked finger to the cleft of Breck’s crown. He shivered and sucked in sharply.

Kai’s lips brushed his ear. “How many men have touched your body like this?”

Breck shook his head. Twisted in his binds, all but panting. “None.”

“Hmm…” Kai withdrew his touch and returned his focus to Breck’s nipples. Leisurely, his fingers rolled them, igniting a whole new torrent of rapture.

Breck groaned on a tremor. He couldn’t take much more.

Kai’s lips against his ear again. “Have you been with many men?”

Breck tried to focus, heart pounding. Why was Kai asking him that? In truth, it was a question he didn’t want to answer. He’d come across as inexperienced.

Kai waited.

Breck shifted in his binds. Cleared his throat. Fuck, how to answer? Because on no freaking planet did one guy ever equate to many. And yet, he didn’t want to lie.

“You’re barely practiced at this,” Kai surmised. “No wonder. You’re not used to another man getting you so aroused.”

Breck flushed, feeling instantly inept, but Kai’s swift return to his nipples had him quickly derailed. Teasing tugs, frisky tweaks, sensuous rolling. Exquisite pleasure. Breck tried to arch, but Kai’s arms held him plastered to his smoldering body.

“Tell me, Breck,” Kai asked again, “how many men?”

Breck scowled, all but panting. That was none of Kai’s business. He should tell the nosey bastard to kiss his ass, but that would look like a dodge. Like he didn’t want to say. And then Kai would be left to assume the worst.

Not that a head count could get any lower than one.

Which gave Breck two choices. Be straight with the guy or tell a lie. Problem was, he didn’t want to bullshit Kai. What’s more, on some level, he actually wanted Kai to know. Wanted him to know where he stood in this arena. Where he’d been. What he’d done. Who he was.

“One,” he rasped, trying to focus. Kai’s fingers made it hard to think. “I’ve been with one guy. Two fucking years ago. When I was a sophomore.”

Kai stilled. “Only one?” His tone sounded surprised.

But also, softer.

Breck’s cheeks flamed red hot. “I’ve been busy, okay? Cut me a break.”

“Not too busy for the ladies.”

“Fine... I’ve been… playing it safe.”

“I understand.” Not the slightest hint of condemnation. “You’re practically a celebrity at Mason. I can only imagine.”

Breck exhaled. Nodded. Kai did understand.

Kai’s lips grazed his ear again. “I’m glad you’ve come back out to play. You’ve certainly earned it.”

Breck’s heart thumped at his words. An acknowledgement he hadn’t realized he’d needed to hear. Because he had earned it, damn it. He’d busted his ass. For as long as he could remember. He deserved a breather. A break. And this indulgence. At least, until life got back to serious. It’d be draft night before too long. If things went well, it’d be full steam ahead. Packed up and headed for the NBA. Back in the public eye 24/7.