The current object of my lust turned around to see what the commotion was, and I found myself looking into gorgeous brown eyes the color of melted dark chocolate. I had looked into the same eyes on one other occasion a few months ago, and the impact had been enough that they often starred in many of my dirty dreams.
Jagger Jackson.
I didn’t know why I picked up his dropped wallet and followed him out to the parking lot after the bar fight. There was a sadness about JJ that I couldn’t ignore, and I needed to make sure he was okay. But then I couldn’t get the jerk off my mind. Never once had I been so fascinated by one guy, and it irritated the hell out of me. Maybe if I just scratched that particular itch…
He smiled at me, and I felt myself smile in return, even though I was certain little cartoon birds were circling over my head from the blunt force of the basketball. I started to take a step in his direction as if some unknown force was pulling me toward him, but Josh called my name, and this time, he sounded more frustrated than concerned. I broke my connection with Jag and looked at Josh. The hateful scowl of disapproval he wore made him downright ugly.
“Pick up dudes on your own time,” he added with a sneer. Ahhh, we had ourselves a hater in the mix. As much as I would have loved to knock the derision right off his face, I’d just show him that my basketball skills were probably ten times better than his. I said nothing in return, just threw up my hands in a friendly okay gesture.
Both our teams went through warm-up drills for several more minutes until the referee blew the whistle signaling we needed to get our starters out on the court. I was the best point guard on my team, and I took my position on the court and waited for the ref to throw the jump ball. I also wasn’t surprised to see Jag line up against our guy as one of the jumpers. I bet his long legs could really get him off the ground, and they looked strong enough to support my weight up against a wall.
All my lusting stopped the minute the ball went into the air…until Jag’s body brushed up against mine. It was innocent at first, subtle brushes of his arm or hand against mine or the rub of our legs together as I went in for a layup that he tried to block. Innocent was soon replaced by a blatant press of his bulge to my ass while I was boxing him out to prevent him from getting an easy rebound. Jag’s brazenness threw me off enough that he easily got the offensive rebound and upped the score. The smug look he gave me had me ratcheting up my intensity to a level I hadn’t known since the championship game my senior year of high school. For some reason, I felt like I had more to prove that early fall night going up against Jag than I had in high school.
Luckily for me, I was victorious on both occasions. The look in Jag’s eyes was indescribable when we lined up and slapped hands. I couldn’t remember a time I had been covered in as much sweat, or as turned on, as I was that night.
Topping his team in the game would pale in comparison to topping the man who had unknowingly kept me captivated for months. My body physically shook with the need, and I was certain Jag felt the same way. But instead of claiming my victory fuck, I walked away. I blew out a deep breath of relief as I neared my car and congratulated myself for not letting my dick lead me into trouble. But my celebration was short-lived when I heard Jag call my name. I stopped but didn’t turn around.
“You want to grab a beer?” Jag’s deep voice, like the man himself, pulled me in and held my body prisoner. I had never found myself in a position of turning away from someone I wanted that badly, but no good would ever come from me taking what he was offering. There was no doubt the beer would lead to sex so hot and primal that we’d scrape and claw each other to the bone. I knew it as surely as I knew my name, but I was just as certain that it would hurt Gray if he found out. Chase might’ve forgiven JJ but Gray still seethed anytime his name came up in conversation.
Still, my voice was shaky and unconvincing when I turned and said, “It’s not a good idea.” Jag wasn’t used to being told no; I could see it clearly in his expression and body language. I wouldn’t say he was hurt, but he was stunned. “Things could get really sticky.”
“That was the plan,” Jag said, deliberately misunderstanding my comment. He approached me until he was only a few feet away. I was once again caught up in the raw beauty of the man. His chiseled cheekbones, nose, brows, and square jaw reminded me of a comic book superhero. We were both sweaty after the game, and I found his scent intoxicating. My cock twitched beneath my shorts as I imagined having his sweat all over my body. The lascivious look Jag threw my way said he knew how his words had affected me. “It’s not like we’d have to tell them. They’re not our priests. We don’t have to confess our sins.”
He was absolutely right, but it still didn’t feel like a good idea. I mean, sexually it would feel really, really right, but our best friends were in love, and there would be times when we would be thrown together at events, and things could get really awkward between us. I’d gone through that once with one of Gray’s employees, Ben. I made a huge mistake by seducing the guy without thinking things through. We parted amicably and without expectations, but it still felt a little strange when we ran into each other. Gray read the tension for what it was and got really mad at me. I couldn’t imagine how he’d feel if I slept with his “enemy.”
“As much as I’d love to take you somewhere and fuck you until you couldn’t stand”—I adjusted my package for emphasis—“it’s not worth the risk to my friendship with Gray.”
“Who says you’d be the one doing the fucking?” Jag’s answering adjustment to his own growing erection, plus his challenge about who’d be on top, set my blood boiling. His hand lingered on his package, slowly stroking up and down his length over his shorts as his body reacted to mine. I felt my ass clench with a desire to be filled, which hadn’t happened for a very long time.
I was about to touch my hardened length too when a loud conversation a few rows over in the parking lot penetrated my thoughts and halted my action. Good God, was I seriously reaching for my cock prepared to stroke myself in front of Jag and anyone else who might be watching? It was the dose of reality I needed to walk away from the delicious temptation in front of me. I could just as easily stroke my dick in the shower. Sure, Jag wouldn’t be there, but I wouldn’t have to worry that one of my students or colleagues would see me jerking off in public. Jag would just have to appear behind my eyelids instead of in person.
“I always do the fucking,” I told him arrogantly. “I just don’t want to fuck you.” The lie slid easily off my tongue, but he knew I wasn’t being honest. There was no disguising my interest in him.
I turned away and pressed the button on my key fob to unlock the door with the intent of walking away from my temptation. I made it as far as opening the door before he spoke again, but this time it was from directly behind me. I felt the heat of his body while his masculine smell permeated my brain. Jag placed his hand firmly on my lower back and pressed his lips to the back of my ear.
“That’s too bad because I was going to give you my ass.” My knees threatened to buckle, and I opened my mouth to tell him I changed my mind, but his wicked chuckle cut me off. “Maybe next time.” Jag licked the outer curve of my ear and chuckled as I shivered.
I mourned the loss of his heat, his touch, when he pulled away from me. I didn’t look over my shoulder to watch him walk away, even though I wanted to so badly. I was both dreading and looking forward to seeing him again because I knew right then that sex between us was inevitable. He had something I just couldn’t walk away from, and it seemed the feelings were fully reciprocated on his end. My body hummed in anticipation.
JJ
Ididn’t see Miller for another month after our parking lot conversation, but that smiling, teasing devil stayed on my mind. I loved the way he challenged me and never backed down during the basketball game or our verbal sparring afterward. He made me want him until the urge became a physical ache. I could have satisfied my needs with someone else, but it wasn’t going to work. I instinctively knew that and chose to rub one out myself rather than engage in halfhearted sex.
Yet somehow, Miller’s sexy allure and magnetism caught me off guard the next time we ran into one another at a restaurant. I had agreed to go to a celebratory dinner following a big courtroom victory earlier that day. It had been a huge team effort to win our transgender client’s workplace discrimination case. It had been an uphill battle with many obstacles and biases to overcome, but we had prevailed, and our client would be awarded a hefty settlement for the horrible way he’d been treated.
All thoughts of work had faded away as soon as I met Miller’s gaze over the heads of the dinner crowd. He was also eating with a group of people, most of them men, and I wondered if he was on a date. It didn’t seem likely since he was looking at me like he wanted to strip off every piece of clothing I had on my body so he could take what he wanted.
I watched as he slowly raised a bottle of beer to his lips and took a drink.Was it me or did his cheeks hollow out a bit as if he was sucking on the opening of the bottle instead of pressing it against his lips?I got his point loud and clear and countered his move, licking my bottom lip afterward to add a little extra something to the tease.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get into the work conversations around me. I wanted Miller to think I wasn’t that into him, but I wasn’t that good an actor. Besides, what the hell was the point of pretending I didn’t want him? He already knew, just like I knew he was into me.
The teasing went on throughout our meals, and with every passing minute, I felt my body become more and more alive until I practically vibrated with need. It felt like a thousand bugs were crawling beneath my skin. My knees bounced beneath the table in anticipation until I saw Miller get up and excuse himself from the table.
I rose from my seat without saying a word to my dinner companions and followed Miller to the restroom. I hadn’t planned out what I wanted to say to him, but it seemed words weren’t needed. Miller took a quick look around to make sure we were alone, then pushed me back against the wall. He placed his hands on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth down to his at the same time he pressed his body against me. Kissing wasn’t usually included when I hooked up with another man, but this felt different. I had been craving the feel of his lips against mine.
It wasn’t a gentle, get-to-know-you kiss; it was a full-on fucking of mouths. His hands remained firmly on the back of my neck as our teeth scraped and bumped, and tongues dueled for dominance. If Miller’s kiss could set me ablaze, what would he do to me once he was inside me? Would his heat sear me and mark me for life?
Miller jerked away from our kiss, ending it as abruptly as it had begun. “I’m going to take what you’ve been offering me all fucking night.” His voice was rough and dark, and it sent shivers up and down my spine. I wanted to hear that voice in my ear as he lived out his promise, but that didn’t mean I was going to make it easy for him.
