“Never?” His pace quickened, and he gasped. “Fuck, coming.” As his face tensed, his mouth dropped open.
Hot wetness coated my stomach, and a shock of sensation rolled through me, tossing me over the cliff. Moaning softly, I gripped his ass while my dick pulsed against his, my cum mixing with his, my body shuddering.
As it calmed, he pressed his forehead against my shoulder, his chest heaving with deep breaths. With a soft chuckle, he said, “This forest will see some shit this week.”
“Yeah.” My mind was too dazed for words. I leaned against the tree, my gaze finding a sliver of moon peeking through the needles and parting clouds.
“Here, let me clean us up.” He dropped to his knees and licked me spotless, sucking my waning cock into his mouth for a moment. “Love how you taste.” He swiped his tongue across his fingers, wiping cum off himself.
I curled my fingers in his hair. “Do you always do that? Eat all the cum when you’re done?” I winced. Had he done this with the hookup at the club? “You know what? Don’t answer.”
He rose, sliding his big hand behind my head. “Only with you. I can’t get enough of you, and I guess it gives me more of you.” He pressed his mouth against mine in a toe-curling kiss, the salt of our cum sliding across my tongue.
Pulling off me, he said, “You think you’d ever want to?—”
“Yes.” I gave a quick nod. “I’d suck your cock. Maybe not in the woods.” I glanced around us. Why not? “I don’t know.” So far, I’d let him lead the way. But I was new at this. “Give me time.”
“Oh, I will. We have all year.” He stepped back, lifting my hand and kissing my knuckles. “Let’s see if we can return to bed without waking the WRs.”
“If they wake up, what do you want to tell them?” We needed a story. For all we knew, they’d woken up and found us gone after we’d left. I strolled beside him from the woods and onto the path, lit by landscaping lights at ground level.
“Let’s tell them we were too excited about tomorrow to sleep, so we took a walk to the creek.” With a wicked grin, he snickered. “It’s sort of true.”
Half-truths were easier to remember than flat-out lies. “Sure, let’s do that.” I walked with him to the cabin and stood behind him as he eased the door open.
“Looks like they’re still asleep,” he whispered to me and then stepped inside.
I crept to the ladder on my bunk, climbed up and as I lifted a leg onto the mattress, a loud squeak swept through the room.
“Fuck.” Malik, sitting on his bed, held his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide.
As my gaze roamed to the other bunk, I watched Bailey rise on the lower bed and look around. “What the hell, man? Why aren’t you two in bed?”
Coley rolled on the top bunk to face me. “Where did you guys go?”
Shit. “We, uh…” No point in being quiet now. I slid my ass onto my bed, the springs groaning.
“We went down to the creek. Neither of us could sleep.” Malik climbed into bed. “Too worked up about tomorrow, I guess.”
“Yeah?” Bailey rubbed his eyes and plopped onto his back. “Go to sleep. It’s late.” He rolled onto his side, facing the wall.
Hopefully, they wouldn’t question us in the morning. After slipping between my sheets, I lay on my side, tucking my hands under the pillow. With my thirst for Malik quenched, it would be easy to drift off.
The next morning,we ran laps around the field before breakfast, then ate heaps of eggs and whole-grain bagels. Finally, we hit the field in our practice jerseys for some drills. We spent a good half hour with the bags, running high-knee drills and then switching off to jump-cut drills. As I halted at the end of a bag lying across the grass, I switched direction, sprinting sideways.
“Grey, shoulders!” Malik yelled. “Keep ‘em straight, otherwise you’re telling your opponent what you’re doing.” He met me at the end of the bags.
Shit, I knew that, but I was never great at this drill. Taking deep breaths, I tucked the ball into the crook of my arm.
“Grey, your shoulders twisted.” He patted my back. “Here, let me show you something. He glanced toward our offensivecoordinator, Coach Barlow, watching us with an iPad held to his chest. “The thing I always remember is to move my lower body and keep my upper body stiff.” He grabbed the ball from me and jogged to the bags. “Watch my legs.” He bent at the knees in a partial squat and then exploded to the right, his thighs pumping and feet quick. As he hit the end, he stopped on a dime and shifted direction, his chest facing downfield as he sprinted slightly forward and to the end of the other bag. After two more bags, he dashed out and down the field about ten yards and then slowed to a stop, holding the football over his head. “Touchdown, Thompson.” He cackled.
“Hilarious, Thompson.” Coach Barlow stepped toward us. “He’s right, Moore. Keep your sights downfield and pump your legs harder. It’ll come to you.” He patted my shoulder.
“Thanks, Coach.” Malik was on another level compared to me. If that was how I needed to perform to get into the draft, I had some serious work to do.
“I want you two paired up for the ball security drill.” Coach eyed Malik. “Thompson, let’s see if you can get the ball from Moore first.” He took a few steps backward.
With the edge of his lips raising, Malik handed me the ball. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” He leaned in and said, “And I won’t go easy on you.”