“I wish we had more time, Micah. Wish I could show you what I can do with that tight ass of yours. I’d get you bouncing on my cock like a goddamn trampoline. I’d make you scream so loud your friends would hear it on the other side of the building.”
I shudder. God, he knows exactly how to rile me up.
The water splashes as Hawk starts thrusting into my mouth, taking control. I surrender willingly, letting him use my throat as hard and fast as he wants. It’s his for the taking. His big, hairy balls slap against my chin with every thrust, and the salty tang of precum floods my mouth. I try to swallow it all, not letting a single drop of his milky juice escape, but there’s just too much. It leaks from the corners of my mouth, trickling down my chin, spilling into the hot tub.
“Bet you love a good breeding, huh?” he pants while ramming his cock deep into my throat. “Getting that perky ass of yours pumped full of cum. Feeling it drip down your legs after. Fuck, the thought of you walking around like that, my hot load trickling out of you…”
I keep swallowing him down until my lungs are screaming for air. When I finally pull back, a string of spit and precum stretches from my lips to the swollen head of his cock. I suck in a shaky breath, chest heaving, the humid air burning my throat.
That’s when I notice the figures.
Four of them, standing just a few feet away. Towels wrapped around their waists.
Without my glasses, it takes a moment for their faces to come into focus.
But when they do, the blood drains from my face.
Oh, fuck.
7
TOBY
The first thing I see is the giant tattoo—a bird of prey, wings spread wide, swooping in for the kill.
Hawk sits on the edge of the hot tub, and in front of him, a slender figure is bobbing up and down, head buried between his muscular thighs.
“What the fuck?” Cole whispers.
“Is that… Micah?” Omar says.
The four of us stand frozen, towels wrapped around our waists, jaws hanging open as we stare at the scene in front of us.
When the guy lifts his head, we finally see his full face and realize that, yeah, it’s our teammate. The freshman I took under my wing. The one who invited us here.
With a mouthful of throbbing cock.
My stomach does a little flip. An electric current runs through me, a confusing mix of emotions swirling in my head. Surprise. Shock. Jealousy. Arousal.
Is this why he wanted to come here?
When Micah sees us, he lets out a panicked squeak. He scrambles to the far side of the tub, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Oh, hey guys, what’s up? You, uh, made it!” His voice cracks.
Hawk turns his head and looks at us over his shoulder, his hard cock still glistening with Micah’s spit. That same cool confidence is all over his face, a half-smile playing on his lips.
“Well, this is a little awkward. Your friends, I assume, Micah? Oh, hey, Toby.”
“You know this dude, Tobs?” Diesel asks.
“We, uh, talked earlier. At the lockers.”
“That’s right. Nice to see you again, man,” Hawk says. “Although I bet you didn’t expect to see me like this, huh? Sorry about that.”
“You could say that,” I mutter.
“So,” Omar says, clearing his throat, “what exactly is going on here, Micah? Thought we were here as a team, for our little challenge. But I guess I already know who’s gonna win, since you look pretty damn comfortable in this place.”
