So as we flow through the movements and enjoythe pitter patter of baby goats frolicking between mats and on our backs, I keep my eyes on my man, enjoying the view while it’s still mine.
18
VERY, VERY NAUGHTY BOYS
Alex
If someone had told me six months ago that I’d be on a football field, holding myself in a downward dog position while a goat chewed on the hair by my ear, I’d…
Well, actually, I’d probably believe them. This is totally up my alley.
However, if someone had told me six months ago that I’d be on a football field, holding myself in pigeon pose while a goat chewed on my ear and simultaneously trying to talk my dick down from the raging boner I’m experiencing from the view of my hot football player’s ass in his compression pants…
Eh. Fuck it. I might actually believe that, too. I’ve always been a bit of a wild card, even to myself.
I can’t help it, though. Despite the crowds of people, the goats doing their best to distract me with their antics, and the overwhelming scent of barn animal flooding my nostrils, watching Elliot move and contort his body in time with the soothing, soft instrumental pop music is making my synapses fire on all cylinders.
The first time he went into downward dog next to me, those glorious glutes on display right in my line of vision. I tilted my head just so, trying to get a better peek, and I almost passed out. Turns out, it’s not easy to hold yourself in an upside down pose when you’re straining to stare at your friend-with-benefit’s ass and all the blood in your body is pooling in your groin.
Indigo guides us through the final poses, and thankfully by the time we’re on our backs in savasana, I’ve managed to discreetly tuck my boner into the waist band of my pants so that it isn’t popping up to say hello to all of our human and animal friends.
I try to relax into the savasana, but it’s nearly impossible to sink into the ambient music and the deep state of rest when there’s an entire adoption event full of people and animals meeting and falling in love all around us.
Not to mention, I’m out-of-my-mind horny and desperate to get out of here.
Giving up on finding nirvana on my back, I crack my eyes open and peek to the mat on my left. Elliot is there, turned fully towards me with his head propped up in his hand and a dark, swirling hunger in his eyes that has my heart flip-flopping in my chest cavity.
“Guess you’re not in the mood for savasana, either,” I whisper, and Elliot smirks as his tongue pokes out, swiping over his bottom lip in a sensual, mesmerizing motion.
“Want to get out of here?” he whispers back, and practically I trip over myself in my effort to peel off the mat. The baby goat resting his head on my shins makes a bleating noise of protest, but I don’t stop to worry about Indigo or anyone else catching Elliot and I making our hasty exit. I just follow behind him as casually as I possibly can, hoping that the erratic sound of beating heart is only audible in my own ears.
With most of our teammates and guests preoccupied with the various animals, no one bats an eye when Elliot grabs me by the hand and leads me through the long tunnel, under the stands and around a corner that leads to a dark hallway. I don’t protest when he jiggles the closest door handle,finding it unlocked and then shoving me into the dark closet. I also don’t protest when he backs me up against a shelf, sending what I can only guess from the antiseptic smell is cleaning supplies tumbling to the ground. His hips press against mine in a rough thrust, his need pressing down against mine and making me shiver. Then his mouth is on mine, biting and licking at me until I open for him, and the way his tongue pillages my mouth is enough to steal the breath from my lungs. My hands are in his hair, sifting through silky smooth strands and pulling tight as I try to hold on to him to keep myself tethered.
Kissing doesn’t feel like a strong enough word to convey what we’re doing to each other. There’s nothing gentle about the way our lips mash together, all teeth and tongues and desperation to crawl into each other’s skin. It’s maddening and addictive, and I don’t think I will ever get enough of it.
“That was fucking torture, baby, watching you bend and stretch like that. You’re sexy as hell on the ice, but seeing how deep you can get in those splits without all the pads blocking my view of your hot body? I had to stop myself from leaning over and putting my hands all over you in front of everyone.”
Elliot’s voice is low and raspy, his lust evident in the way his hands frantically push at my clothes tofind my skin and the way his lips coast across my jaw and down my neck. His teeth graze my Adam’s apple, nicking before he soothes over the spot with his tongue, and my knees threaten to buckle beneath me.
“I couldn’t stop looking at you either, El. I can’t ever stop looking at you. Can’t stop wanting you. Can’t stop thinking about all the filthy things I want to do to you.”
“Is that right, sweetheart? You want to do filthy things to me? Like what?” He teases between licks and kisses across the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His hands find the waistband of my pants, but when he curls his fingers into the fabric and starts to tug, I grab them and stop him from pulling them down. As much as I want Elliot’s hands on me, there’s something I want even more.
“I want you in my mouth. I want to lick you, taste you, suck you. I want to know what you look like when you’re coming down my throat, El.” I sink to my knees, slowly and without taking my eyes off his face. A wall light across the room glows incandescent, shedding just enough light that I can see every pained, tortured, blissful emotion that crosses Elliot’s face as I kneel before him.
“Alex, you don’t have to,” he starts, but he cuts himself off with a hiss between his teeth when I hookmy fingers into the waistband of his pants and briefs, his cock springing free and bobbing in front of my face.
“I want to,” I murmur, my breath coming in quick pants as I get my first, real, good look at Elliot Baker’s cock. Last time, I was too absorbed in the way he took control of my body and our sex to appreciate him, so this time, I plan on drinking my fill. He’s all smooth skin, covered in dark hair and pulled tight across thick, carved muscles. I run my hands up his furry thighs, letting my fingers graze the thatch of hair at the root of his erection. I lean in, gently pressing my nose to the seam of his sac and inhale him, letting the musky, salty scent of his skin fill my lungs like a drug.
“Fuck, Alex. I probably smell like sweaty goats,” he rasps, carefully gripping a handful of my hair as he tries to urge me away. But I only nuzzle closer, flicking out my tongue to tease his balls.
“No, you smell like sex and sin. I can’t get enough of you,” I say between licks. The feel of his sac and his hair on my tongue is different from anything I’ve experienced in the past, but somehow, that only makes him that much sexier. I drag my tongue higher, licking along the underside of his cock until I reach the head. I dip into his slit, lapping up the precum pooled there, and the gasping, needy noisescoming from Elliot’s lips while he fists his hands at his sides have me shivering with anticipation. I can’t believe I’m the one making him feel this good. I want to make him feel even better, I want him to lose himself in me.
My skin is coated in a sheen of sweat, the air in this closet stifling from the heat of our bodies. I reach behind myself and grab at the neck of my jersey, but Elliot’s hands stop me before I can whip it over my head.
“Keep it on, baby. Please. I want to see my name on your back while I claim your mouth.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say, sounding like an early-aughts party girl as I drop my shirt, but I don’t care. Every pro-athlete knows that there’s nothing sexier than seeing their person wearing their name. I’m definitely going to have to find a way to get Elliot into one of my jerseys next time we fool around.
