Page 13 of Nothing to Lose

“Uh, yeah, I’ll be fine. Just needs more ice and elevation,” I answer, stretching out my leg. There’s a twinge of pain, but nothing terrible until I bear weight down on it. He doesn’t look convinced, his fingers starting to knead the muscle right above my knee. Sparks spread outward from the spot, the tension between us kicking up a notch.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he massages my leg, both hands working in tandem, rubbing their way down to my calf, and then back up, edging higher and higher. His touch slows, fingers pushing the hem of my shorts up, tracing over the blacked-out ravens tattooed on my thigh.

“Do you have any idea how hot you are?”

My breathing is ragged, and I lean back, relaxing against the locker, even though I’m feeling anything but relaxed.

“You do, right? I know how hard you work to sculpt your body. I see you at the gym.” Hunter’s hands continue to move upward, my cock aching, perking up and starting to thicken. “On the field. You train so hard. Your body is so powerful.” His thumb runs along the crease of my groin, fingers dusting over my hip bone. Fuck, his touch ignites everything. “So fucking tight, and strong. But my favorite part?” Hunter pulls away, and I let out an involuntary, desperate whine that surprises both of us. I want his touch. He knows it. I know it. But I know I shouldn’t. He does, too; he just doesn’t seem to care about how much we could both lose if this happens.

“What’s that?” I ask, wanting to hear his answer.

“The part of you that no amount of time at the gym can change.”

I arch a brow at him.

“Your heart.”

That fucking organ that is beating so rapidly behind my ribs suddenly stutters before getting lodged right in my throat. Hunter stands as if he didn’t just drop that bomb on me, reaching behind his head and pulling his loose tank top off. It gets tossed to the ground with a heavy thwap, but I don’t look away, my mouth parting just slightly as his fingers dip into his waistband, pulling his shorts and underwear down in one swoop. They fall to the floor, his sneakers and socks quickly discarded.

Hunter stands in front of me, completely naked, the perfectly defined V at his pelvis like a fucking arrow leading right to his perfect cock. He’s hard, a thick vein running up the underside of his head. I’ve seen him like this before when we mutually got off next to each other. One of the hottest experiences of my fucking life. I’ve never been so turned on before, and giving him a show, letting him watch me touch myself, knowing just how bad he wished he was the one doing it, did it for me.

But this is different somehow.

“We’re covered in mud. I’m showering. Want to join me?”

And there it is. The offer. All I have to do is say yes, give in to what we both clearly want. We can’t be anything more than physical, but fuck would it scratch an itch to get naked with him, to have his hands on me and mine on him.

Hunter takes a step backward, the setting around us becoming clearer. We’re in the fucking locker room, for fuck’s sake. There’s no way we can fuck around in here. We can’t chance getting caught. The team shouldn’t be done for another hour, at least, but we can’t gamble.

“Fuck off with that, Hunter.” I try to snap the words at him, but there’s no bite, no force, and he knows it. His face is more amused than disappointed, and it only gets under my skin further.

Hunter turns and walks away, his bare ass flexing as he retreats from me. He looks so fucking good. My hands flex against the wood bench below me, doing my best to physically restrain myself from going to him. To end this starvation between us.

I expect Hunter to walk around the corner to the open shower, but he doesn’t, instead choosing a stall at the far end, keeping the curtain completely open, giving me a full, unobstructed view of him.

The shower belts down onto his shoulders and back, and he dips his head into the spray, arms flexing as he runs his palms over his hair. When he straightens, his eyes are glued to mine, grabbing me, holding me hostage. I don’t fight it.

The light is dim around us, but I couldn’t see any clearer if I needed to. All there is, is Hunter. His hand drags down the center of his chest, over his stomach, until he’s gripping the hard cock jutting upward toward his navel. My chest heaves, my own dick hard and aching. Hunter starts to stroke himself, his knees bent slightly, a slow roll of his hips as he fucks into his palm.

I’m so turned on I can barely breathe. Without thinking, I pull my jersey over my head and kick off my sneakers and socks, yanking down my shorts to join them in a heap at my feet. My fingers find my dick, wrapping around my length and stroking from root to tip, squeezing just tight enough that there’s a bite of pain. My eyes don’t leave Hunter as he works himself over, precum spilling from my tip.

Fuck. It’s like my own personal erotic show. Then he motions with his pointer finger, mouthing “come here.” Jesus Christ. He’s right fucking there like an offering. I want him so fucking bad. My head gets hazy, my vision blurring everything else out; the only thing clear is Hunter, and I can’t fucking fight it a second longer, or I’ll combust.

Fuck it.

I stand, ignoring the shot of pain that spreads out from my knee when I put my weight down, confidently walking to Hunter with only one thing on my mind. Hunter doesn’t look a bit surprised, the cocky bastard. But satisfaction takes over his features.

My bare feet slap against the wet tile, and the moment I’m in the stall, he pulls the curtain closed, securing us in our own little bubble. Hunter continues to slowly stroke himself, taking a step closer to me. His free hand lands against the tile right next to my head, caging me in. All the air in the room has evaporated, a low hum thrumming between my ears. Hunter demands my attention, and my body seems completely on board with that.

We’re only inches apart, our hands mindlessly tugging on our dicks. I’ve hooked up before plenty of times, but nothing like this. I feel so out of my element with Hunter, and the competitive side of me isn’t okay with that.

I’m a split second away from pulling him closer so I can jerk off both of us when Hunter drops to his knees, hands running up my legs until he cups my balls, giving them a gentle tug before his fingers curl around my shaft. My head bounces against the tile before my focus is pulled back down. I don’t want to miss a single second of Hunter Crowe on his knees for me.

“Fuck, baby boy. I’ve been waiting so fucking long to be able to touch you like this.” I don’t have a second to respond because his warm tongue licks up my length, swirling around my head, making me see stars. He laps at my slit, cleaning off the precum and humming with pure, primal satisfaction. Then he’s feeding my cock into his mouth, his lips suctioning around my length, taking a long, hard suck.

“Oh, that’s so fucking good,” I moan low, my hands reaching out to cup the side of his head. Hunter sucks my cock like he’s been waiting forever to be able to do it, just like he said. I’ve had blowjobs before, but nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to this right here. “Fuck, Hunt, just like that.”

He moans around my length in response, taking my full length to the back of his throat. But then he surprises me, sliding his hand between my legs, rubbing my taint, pressing on the area before slipping back toward my asshole. My knees tremble as he presses against my hole, popping off my dick and stroking it so slowly with his free hand.