The End Zone (Atlanta Lightning 2)

Jeremy’s hands pushed beneath my underwear, until he was grabbing my ass, hauling me even tighter against him. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

“I get that a lot.”

He laughed, our bodies vibrating together. “So full of yourself.”

“I really want to make a joke about you being full of me, but I’m not ready for that yet.”

“We’ll go as slow as you need.”

I quieted him with a kiss, and his tongue lashed inside my mouth. He was still squeezing my ass cheeks, and I fucked my groin against his. Each time our dicks rubbed together, my pulse sped up and my body went weak for him, like it just made me want and need him even more. There was this ache inside me that only he could cure, and damned if that wasn’t the best feeling in the world. Also the scariest. “Jesus…I think I can come this way,” I said in a rough, desire-laced voice.

“I can make it better, if you’re okay with getting naked with me. If it’s too much, too fast, that’s—”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” I was aching for him. Like I was a virgin, getting off with someone for the first time in my life. None of the sex I’d had in my life felt like this.

I sat up and jerked my T-shirt off. Jeremy did the same. We shoved out of our jeans and underwear, and then he lay back and I sat on the edge of the couch, looking down at him—at the creamy peach of his skin, the cut of his abs…just pecs instead of breasts, and the trail of hair that led to his very stiff, long cock.

I’d spent most of my life catching glimpses of naked men in the locker room, so I wasn’t shy about my body or weird about seeing others’, but this… “How did I not realize how beautiful this is before?” Maybe it was stupid, but it made me feel like a liar, like I’d played make-believe my whole life, because again, if I wanted him this much, how could I have never felt it for a man before?

“Don’t stress. Don’t overthink. It’s just me.” Jeremy gently pulled me on top of him, and I went. Our bodies were hot and hard and so fucking naked together. “Christ, I’m going to have fun with this.” His hand snuck between us, wrapped around my shaft, and stroked.

“Fuuuck.” My head spun, that easily, just from his touch.

“You’re leaking lots of precome. That’ll make this easier.”

I hissed when Jeremy let go of me, but all he did was lick both of his hands. I watched my dick bob with his, both dripping onto his belly. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Jeremy palmed us together, then tightened his hold, and…holy fuck, this was good.

“Thrust against me like you were earlier.”

I did, watching our erections together as he stroked and I moved…I almost busted a nut right then. He jacked us off, and all I could think about was that night he talked me through a blowjob, my hand around my shaft with his voice in my ear, and now he was here, naked beneath me.

Him. And there was no one I wanted more.

I kissed him hard and my world splintered, but I knew Jeremy was there to catch me. I’d never wanted that before, to be protected, but I did with him, just like I wanted to do the same for Jeremy.

My vision went blurry, and my balls drew tight. I shot between us, cried out and felt him tense. When I spilled again, it was with his load joining mine, Jeremy’s hot release between us, on my cock and stomach, and my dick spurted again.

When my balls were drained, I collapsed on top of him. We breathed together, both of us quiet. I knew he was waiting for me, waiting to make sure I didn’t freak out.

“We’re going to do that again, like all the time, every time I see you, this needs to be the first thing we do.”

Jeremy laughed. I kissed him then, on the corners of his lips, his cheek, his nose, his temple, like he was some kind of fucking precious gift I’d received, and I guessed he was.

Eventually, we got cleaned up. We made dinner together and watched ESPN. He talked football with me, and we laughed and held hands, which was so fucking ridiculous, but it almost made me giddy. At one point, he lay with his legs over mine, and I rubbed his calf, feeling the hair against my palm and loving it.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow.”

“Me too,” he replied, but he didn’t offer to stay and I didn’t ask.

When we went to bed, we came together, the same way we had earlier, then slept tangled around each other, naked.