With a sharp groan, his hole clenched around me in waves while cum sprayed my hand on his chest.
I had him. As sensation crested inside me, I shoved deep inside him and gasped, my climax sparking through every nerve ending. I clung to his hip and his pec while pleasure engulfed me, over and over. As it slowed, I lay across his back with my waning dick still jammed inside him. I didn’t want to pull out. If this was what it meant to have all of him, having only part of him might kill me. God, I was in trouble at the end of the year.
SIXTEEN
GREY (GREYSON)
Yesterday’s sexcapades with Malik had driven me closer to him than I’d ever thought possible. If all the stars aligned and I made it into the NFL with him, could we maintain our relationship while keeping it a secret? Few players were out in the NFL. But of course, Malik’s friends were doing their best to change that, and I’d be a cog in their wheel. Would they end up hating me for forcing Malik into the closet?
I sighed as I followed Malik through the hotel to the conference room the staff had set up for our catered breakfast. He’d officially finished with the boot for his ankle, and he only needed a brace now. We’d started our morning with shower blowjobs, but my gaze glued to the roundness of his ass in his team joggers. I was a man possessed.
“What are you doing? Get up here.” With a soft snort, he turned at the breakfast room entrance and held his hand toward me. “I’m starved.”
As I met him in the doorway, he placed his hand on my lower back and leaned in, whispering, “A man can’t survive on cum alone.” He patted my ass.
Barking a laugh, I shook my head. “But the same man could try.” I arched a brow at him as I perused the room, most of theguys sitting at large, round tables with plates piled high with food.
“I think I’ve been doing a good job of it.” Patting his belly, he followed me to a long table set up with heated platters of scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, pancakes and waffles. At the end were bowls of fruit, yogurt and an area to toast bagels or bread. “Damn, this place has it all.”
“It does.” I strolled to the end of the food tables, grabbed a plate and walked down the line, filling it with eggs, sausage and waffles. As I peeked at Malik, piling food onto his plate, I said, “Too bad they don’t have fried chicken for the waffles.” The first morning we’d gone to brunch together seemed so long ago. Things had changed so much between us.
“Yeah, no doubt. Maybe they have a suggestion box somewhere, and I’ll ask for it for next time.” With a snicker, he grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and tapped his elbow on mine, ticking his head toward Bailey, Coley and James’s table. “Let’s go sit with our other halves.”
“Sure.” It would be good to hear how James felt about the game today.
We dropped into seats at the table, with me sitting next to James and Malik between me and Bailey. I up-nodded to them all. “Good morning, gentlemen.”
“Morning.” James scanned my plate. “Damn, dude, don’t eat so much. It’ll slow you down this afternoon.”
Malik scoffed a laugh. “Are you kidding? I’ve seen him eat double that and still outrun me at practice.”
After sipping from a glass of orange juice, James said, “I hope so. The plan is to use him today and beat them with a running game.”
“Well, that sucks.” Bailey tossed his napkin on his almost empty plate. “I need to get my stats up. If they start double-teaming him, I’ll be your guy.” Bailey gave James a toothy grin.
“It’s my first start for ASU, so I doubt they’ll double-team me.” I huffed and scooped eggs onto my fork. I wasn’t the star running back for this team—Malik was.
“Which is why Coach Barlow wants to focus on the run. They’ve already seen what Bailey can do.” James bit into a slice of bacon. “It’s more likely they’ll double-team him.” He threw a smirk at Bailey and then focused on me. “Coach has a lot of faith in you, Moore.”
“As he should.” Malik squeezed my thigh under the table. “You’ll do great out there today.”
As my gaze found his, my heart swelled. He never wavered in his support of me. “Thanks.” Did he know how much it meant to me? My phone chimed in the pocket of my joggers, and I slipped it out, opening the screen with my face.
“Who’s that?” Malik swayed his head, peeking into my phone.
“Um…Ella.” I wasn’t sure I wanted him to see what she’d sent. These texts needed to be vetted first. I didn’t want to hurt him. Chewing my lower lip, I held my phone in my lap and opened the message.
Ella
Have you decided where you’re taking me when I visit?
Shit, she was revisiting that topic again? Frowning, I typed.
Grey
No, not yet. I’m at breakfast with the team, so can I call you later?
Ella