Irus Beaumont, cornerback for the Highlanders, has an issue with his nemesis: wideout for the Pirates, Jackson McCoy. Partly jealous over Jackson’s skill and ability to scrub coverage, Irus also struggles against an unbearable attraction to the receiver. Firmly ensconced in the closet, Irus also has a no football player rule, leaving his desires for Jackson unfulfilled. Anti-gay sentiment in the league keeps Irus closeted, even though he’d rather be out and proud.
When Jackson McCoy suffers a gay bashing at the hands of his team mates after winning the national championship, he finds himself traded to the Highlanders. Spring training brings out Jackson’s competitive nature, eliciting the aggression of his new team’s cornerback, Irus Beaumont.
In practice, Irus hurts Jackson badly. The injury places Jackson on the reserve roster. Jacks has plenty of time to contemplate his life, career, and his attraction to the sexy cornerback. Off to Orlando for the best rehab where guilt inspires Irus to call him every evening, Jackson can’t stop thinking about Irus, or what the season holds for his team.
Irus moves up to me, slipping his strong arms around my body, his solid chest pressed to mine. “I’d never hurt you, Jacks. I want this to be for the long haul. If I’m gonna throw my ‘no football player’ rule out the window, I want to know it’s not for a one-night stand. You feel me?”
Relief spreads through my body. I nod, not sure I can respond verbally. He grabs a handful of my hair, tipping my head back so he can devour my mouth. He drives me up the stairs, his tongue dominating our kiss. I stumble backward. My jeans slip below my ass. I’m afraid I’m gonna tumble, but Irus has me. Somehow we make it to my bed. Irus stops just short of pushing me onto the mattress.
He shoves my shirt up my stomach, his palms flat on my belly as he slides the material across my chest. It’s over my head and on the floor in a second. The heat in his dark brown stare sends more blood rushing to my dick. He’s checking me out; his gaze rakes over my body along with his hands. I like the contrast of his black fingers exploring the ridges of my white skin, the grooves of my abdominals.
My cock twitches. I confess, I do it on purpose to get his attention. Irus glides his fingertip over my slit, spreading my leaking fluid, closing his palm around my shaft. I groan into his neck, nipping as I thrust into his hand. He smells like game day. I don’t even know if he showered. The idea turns me on, and I inhale his scent, licking his skin, tasting the saltiness.
The mellow light from the living room silhouettes Irus, making him look formidable. I’m only about four inches shorter, just enough to make me tip my head back to kiss him. I like my men bigger than me. I don’t know why.
I lean back to let Irus take control, and it’s like he knows what I want. He takes his time stripping me of my clothes. He touches me, explores every inch of me with his hands and tongue, tweaking my nipples, making my whole body flush with heat. The tingles go straight to my dick.
“You like that, Jacks?”
“Yes,” I whisper. He holds me with one arm, teasing my nipples until my knees buckle, and he lays me on the bed.
I watch him loosen his tie, his black fingers working the knot from the silken fabric, and then he slides it down his front to wind up on the floor. The buttons on his shirt are next, the tails already hanging out from my earlier assault. Luscious abs come into view, his dark skin so sweet I have to lick him some more.
He groans as my tongue slips into his belly button, trails along the hard-cut valleys of his abdomen. With a handful of my hair, he guides me to his dick jutting from his trousers. As I suck him, he unfastens his pants, letting them slide to the floor. He’s not wearing underwear. Fuck me. I don’t stop. I can’t. The joy of his cock in my mouth is what I’ve dreamed of since the first time he ever tackled me on the field.
About the Author
Michele Micheal Rakes lives in a small town in the shadow of a big mountain. She works as a surgical technologist assisting in the removal of tonsils and testicles. She has three grown children, two psychotic Egyptian Mau’s, a husband with hair down to his ass, two Harley’s, and a ferret named Teeny Tiny Ferret Feet (husband insists her name Little Feet, we all know he’s wrong).
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