But my impatient warrior below me would have none of it.
“God, please, for the love of all that’s holy, just fuck me already.”
I laughed, making my body jiggle inside him.
“There ya go. Give me more, baby.”
“Okay,” I said, moving slowly an inch at a time. He gave in to my slow pace until I was sliding in and out of him, and his face was awash with pleasure. The contractions around my cock warned me what was coming, so I changed my trajectory and focused on his prostate.
Carson took himself in hand and stroked as I pummeled his spot. When his orgasm took over, his channel squeezed the life out of me. I tried to hold off my climax, but that only lasted a brief minute before coming inside him.
“Fuckety, fuck,” I panted. My eyes closed as my hips took over with a mind of their own. I let go of the worry and rode out my release until I ran out of steam.
My head fell forward, my chin hitting my chest as every muscle in my body relaxed simultaneously. I registered Carson’s hands in my hair and opened my eyes to look at him. His blond hair was a mess, but his eyes were full of love and happiness.
I collapsed onto his chest, sandwiching us together with his cum. I wanted to roll in it and mark myself as his, but I didn’t have the energy. Who knew topping was such an athletic event?
My erection retreated and slipped from his body. I tried to lift myself off, but he pulled me back down. “We’re not in a hurry. I want to hold you if that’s okay.”
I smiled and kissed his chest. “I’ll never say no to that.”
Chapter 23
Carson
We had a ten-day hiatus after our Thursday night game in early November. With an open Sunday, Colin organized a rugby on the beach party that included a barbecue and watching the rest of our league play afterward. He’d created his own little curriculum for them to learn their positions, and told them to show up ready to play. I was ninety-nine percent sure none of them did any of it.
“I really think you’ve gone too far with all of this.”
Colin looked at me incredulously, then down at the fourteen piles of uniforms, seven in blue and seven in yellow. “What do you mean? Exactly how am I going too far?”
I looked down at the speedo topping each pile. “Well, the uniforms are a start.”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I held up the first offending piece. “I don’t think you’re going to talk them into wearing these. Lennox might be your only shot.”
He huffed out a breath. “Why not? You and I will wear them. And we’re playing on the beach. Everyone will be cooler, and it will hold their bits in just fine. You’ve seen the Speedo games.”
I laughed. “Yeah, um…that’s going to be a no for me. But even if I did, I don’t think you’ll convince them. Maybe they’ll wear them under their shorts.”
He waved his hand. “Fine. Then shorts and their T-shirts.”
“It’s going to be fun, either way.” I glanced at the time on my phone. “They’ll be here soon. What do you need me to do?”
He gave me that smile I couldn’t resist. “You could get into your uniform.”
I sighed, picked up my stack, and headed to change.
Half an hour later, Lennox and Dane were the first to arrive, followed by Mason and Drew. Evan had gone to Sacramento to be with Hudson and the kids.
Slowly, my house filled with our teammates who wanted to play. Even Lucas showed up.
Colin walked by and patted me on the ass. “Your jealousy is showing again.”
I scowled and got myself a beer.
“Alright guys, thank you for coming to the first annual Storm beach rugby match. Our pitch is going to be the beach. Dane has agreed to be our referee and timekeeper.”
I snorted, because my guess was he didn’t know a damn thing about this sport. It was all for fun.
