I blinked a couple of times to end my fantasy.
“Learning football,” I replied. But he was talking about my hand down the front of my shorts.
“No, you’re not. Stop that,” he spat, not taking his eyes off my shorts.
I laughed. “I can’t. It’s a biological response to a stimulus. Your bitching and moaning is making my cock hard. I can’t learn anything about yards and passing if my dick is throbbing because of you. And don’t get me started on what it does to me when you smack that stick on the board. I almost came!”
Carson was breathing hard and gritting his teeth. I should probably tell him I had a photographic memory, but I’d wait. This was too much fun. Time to poke the bear again.
“If you were a really good teacher and teammate, you’d help me with this. But I don’t think you’re that devoted to my learning as much as you think you are.”
Carson was like a pressure cooker. The heat was rising with no release in sight. It was apparent that he was struggling. I could see it in his eyes, and in his boxers.
“I fucking hate you.”
A devious smile stretched across my face. “Ya don’t. Ya really don’t. You’d rather show me who’s the boss and take me to my knees. Make me beg.”
I had him right where I wanted him. Hot and bothered, but not quite there yet. One more incentive might be enough to push him over the edge.
Grabbing the waistband of my shorts, I fisted my cock with one hand while I tugged them down, hooking them under my swollen balls. Fully exposed, he could see the evidence of what he did to me.
His eyes remained on my straining cock as I swiped my thumb over the tip. Collecting the nectar of the rugby gods, I brought it to my mouth but stopped before tasting myself.
Carson’s eyes followed its path before parting his lips ever so slightly. His tongue snaked out to lick them, making a bead of pre-cum rise to the top.
I was dying for him to do something. Anything. If he told me to come, I just might do it. But he remained frozen in place, making me hurt for him. I knew he wanted this. Wanted me.
“Please,” I whispered.
The magic word moved him closer until he was leaning over me. One hand landed on the back of the sofa while the other fisted my hair. He jerked my head back before crushing his mouth to mine.
Delving his tongue between my lips, I hung on for dear life as he took me apart with a single kiss. Seeking and exploring, moaning and humming. And when he was through, he pulled back just enough to sear me with his eye. Heat and lust swirled there, but I knew he wouldn’t let himself have it.
Releasing my hair, he stood over me.
“Go take care of that,” he said, then walked away.
I didn’t see him again for another hour until he got in his car and left.
I had two hours to sit with my regret before Carson returned. After the best kiss of my life, both my ego and my cock deflated when he walked out. I realized I’d gone too far and needed to make things right before we shared a room for two weeks. That would be unbearable for both of us.
Allister and I were sitting on a lounger when he returned. The sound of his car door closing caught my attention, right before Bella came bounding onto the pool deck with a frisbee in her mouth.
My cat made a run for it, leaving me with hind claw marks across my thighs. He didn’t know what to do with her, just like I didn’t know what to do with her owner.
“Hello, beautiful girl,” I crooned as I petted her. “Did you enjoy your time out with your daddy?”
Bella barked, then dropped the slobber-soaked toy onto my lap. She looked at me expectantly as I picked it up with two fingers.
“Don’t feel obligated to throw that for her,” Carson said as he took a seat across from me. “She has no off-switch. It’s part of her breed.”
I smiled. It sounded like he was describing me.
“I don’t mind,” I replied, tossing it in the air. “Seems like the animals are the only ones I don’t fuck things up with.”
He didn’t respond but simply watched as Bella retrieved her toy, then went into the small patch of grass to relax in the shade. I couldn’t keep her attention, either. But he wasn’t snapping at me and seemed more relaxed than when he left. But I couldn’t be sure.
I didn’t know where to begin, but I knew if I didn’t say something soon, he might walk away and never speak to me again unless he had to on the field.
