Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps 1)

It said a lot that I knew exactly what he was talking about without having to ask. “Nah, doesn’t feel safe. Like I said, I don’t want my business out there like that.”

I shoved to my feet too, slowly working the buttons on my shirt. When he didn’t respond, I added, “We did the right thing.” Did we, though? drifted through my head.

“Yeah, I know. I don’t want you going and falling in love with me or anything,” G responded.

“Not likely.” I tossed my top to the bed just as Garrett tugged his slacks off, the bulge behind his tight boxer-briefs looking like it matched my aching prick. I cocked a brow at him.

“I can’t help it. The fucking game and then… I mean, it was a hot kiss so…”

Lust consumed me, damn near swallowed me up, and I knew there was no escaping this. We’d drive ourselves out of our minds if we tried.

I watched him, not speaking, hell, maybe not even breathing as I unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them down, my dick aching for release.

Garrett groaned and adjusted his erection.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” I admitted. We were in nothing but our underwear, close enough that I could feel his hot breath mixed with that goddamned scent that made me crazy.

“Me too.”

“Would you want to do it again?”

Garrett’s hands twitched like he was fighting back the need to reach for me. “What about the teammate stuff?”

“If no one knows, is it really a problem? If you think about it, not only are you the safest person for me to explore bisexuality with, but is there really anyone safer for you to fuck than me?” I took a step closer, got all up in his space, watched him tremble. “Neither of us wants more. Neither of us will talk about it. No risk of drama, stalkers, or any of that other shit that can get in the way.” I brushed my thumb over his pebbled nipple and watched goose bumps play chase down his arms.

My good sense was gone. I wanted him too much. So much that I wasn’t acting like myself.

“Look at you…coming up with a good plan. Is that your first time? So we what…do the friends-with-benefits thing?”

“Yes.”

“I’m down for an easy lay.” Garrett acted nonchalantly, but it was clear we were both keyed up.

“G…when did I say I’d be easy?” But fuck if I wasn’t. At least tonight.

We lunged together, arms wrapping around one another, fighting for purchase, bodies pressed tightly as I ravaged his mouth. My brain clicked off, desire taking over and muting the part of me that made responsible decisions. Basically, dick on, brain off.

The two of us battled, each trying to gain control. Garrett reached down, his palm around my cock, grinding on it. I melted into the touch for less than a second, which was all he needed to gain the upper hand leading the kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth while he pushed me toward my bed.

“You got lucky,” I said as he kissed down my throat.

“No. I’m that good.” His teeth dug into my shoulder.

“Oh fuck.”

“I had to explain my bruised lip, asshole. Maybe I should give you a hickey so you have to do the same.”

“Only everyone knows it wasn’t there today, and tomorrow morning, after spending a night with you…”

“Good point.” Our mouths crashed together again, teeth clacking. I pushed at him, and Garrett stumbled backward. “Friends with benefits? What are we doing?”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking that?” I should be the levelheaded one here.

“You’re slacking on the job,” Garrett taunted.

“Don’t remind me. I blame my cock.”

Garrett laughed. “The whole my-brain-is-in-my-dick defense?”

“You talk too much.” I pushed him down on the bed and tugged my underwear off while he did the same. My balls were aching and full.

He looked up at me, half on, half off the mattress, on his back, hand around his shaft. “Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

Oh shit. This was real. I’d been so blinded by my lust, I overlooked one tiny fact: I’d never been with a man before.

Reading my hesitation, Garrett’s gaze softened. “Come here.”

He scooted over, head on the pillows. I went down beside him, and Garrett leaned in to take my mouth again. Our tongues wrestled, teased, tasted. It was slower than it had been, like he was making sure I was okay. While I appreciated it, I also didn’t want to be treated with kid gloves.

“Hey…so my dick was wondering if he could say hello to your mouth. It looks nice and comfy in there.”

Garrett barked out a laugh. “But if I blow you, I’ll never get rid of you. No other BJ will ever compare.”

“Not likely…I just want to shut you up.”

He winked. “Guess it’s a good thing I like sucking cock.”