“I see you eyeballing that bar, Thompson.” Tex tagged me on the shoulder. “The answer is yes, we’re hitting the place up tomorrow night after our win.”
Grey cut his gaze to me and smirked. “Guess we'd better win then.”
“We’ll win.” Masters nodded. “I have faith in you, Moore.” He patted Grey’s shoulder. “I hope I get a chance to play.”
“Mississippi is a good team this year. Everyone will need to play hard.” My gaze fell to my booted foot. Tonight I would finish with the damn boot, and then I’d have a brace. Fuck, I wanted to play though.
“How’s the ankle?” Tex peered at me. “Do you think you’ll be back for the next away game?”
“Maybe. Randy thinks it’s healing well.” I squeezed Grey’s hand. “Thanks to Grey and all his fucking ice packs.”
“You know I want to see you back out there.” He gave me a warm grin.
“Here you go, boys.” The team manager stopped by with our room cards tucked into cardboard sleeves, the room numbers written on them.
“Where are you?” I glanced at the number. Grey and I had room two-thirty-six.
“Two-twenty-one.” Tex pointed across the lobby, the tile floor and beige walls, and toward the elevator. “Let’s go. We have to return for a team meeting in an hour.” He strolled toward the elevator.
I gave Grey a knowing look while I started off after Tex. We’d spend the next hour doing…something. Probably ending with me inserting the plug into him. Or would he want to wait? I’d become used to his calling the shots.
After stepping into the elevator, Tex pushed the button for our floor.
Grey stood close to me, his body heat shivering across my skin. Even though we fooled around every night, this seemed different. We had a hotel room to ourselves. His fingers brushed mine.
Glancing at Grey, I curled my fingers around his. Masters couldn’t see us. He was standing at the door.
The doors swooshed open, and Tex and Masters stepped into the hallway with Tex waving and saying, “See you both in an hour.” He smirked.
Tex knew exactly what we’d be doing. Okay, not exactly, but close enough. As we strolled to our room, my dick grew hot. Fuck, would Grey let me play with him now?
After unlocking the door, I strode inside and threw my duffel on the far bed. We’d only need one for sleeping. The room was typical for a hotel with sleek, dark wooden headboards and a matching dresser and desk with gold fixtures and lots of beige.
“Malik.” Grey tossed his duffel next to mine and came at me, cupping my cheeks and pressing our mouths together, his hard cock pushing against mine through our thin joggers. He gave me penetrating kisses, his tongue slipping inside me, one hand falling to grab my ass, heightening the press of our cocks while he rutted against me. “Oh, fuck, been thinking about this all day.”
“Not football?” With a smirk, I turned him around and backed him to the bed. As he fell onto the mattress, I crawled over him. “Do you want the blowjob you dreamt about?” I cradled his head in my forearms, gazing into his darkening blue eyes, our hot cocks slotting together.
“Yeah, but with the plug in.” He nipped at my lower lip. “Blow me with the plug and then I’ll keep it in until after dinner and you can fuck me.”
He was fast becoming a plug fiend. “Who knew Greyson Moore was such a prostate guy.” I sucked his lower lip into my mouth and then engulfed him in hungry kisses, rocking my hips. Tension coiled in my gut as ragged moans slipped from his throat.
Digging his fingers into my ass, he worked his fingers under my shorts and into my crack.
I broke the kisses and lifted my head. “Grey…what are you doing?” Was he having second thoughts about his plan?
With a coy grin, he said, “You’ve bottomed before, right?” He scraped his teeth along his lip. “And you like it?”
“Yes.” I squirmed while he slid his fingers lower, teasing my hole. As he pressed into it, my cock twitched and I gasped.
“Damn, Malik, you’re sensitive down there.” His breath quickened. “I like it.”
“What do you want to do?” Too bad we’d only brought the one plug. But I wasn’t one for wearing a plug in public like he was. I flicked my tongue across his lips.
“Do we have time for me to fuck you? And then you can put the plug in me and fuck me later?” His cheeks reddened. “It can be a quickie later.” He pushed his finger into my hole.
As sensation pulsated inside me, my eyes rolled back. “Yeah, yes, please fuck me, Grey.” He’d given himself to me and now I’d give myself to him. “How do you want me?”
“The same way you had me.” He rocked his hips in slow motion, drawing out the pleasure swirling inside me.