Steamroller, page 7
“You okay?” he asked me softly.
I let go, mortified at my action.
“Oh man, he’s so drunk. I’m gonna hafta let him sleep it off in my bed tonight,” Kurt said.
I focused on the chain-link fence six feet or so in front of me and tried to breathe.
“Drunk, huh,” Carson said, and I felt his fingers sink into my hair, massage my scalp for a moment before he took hold and tipped my head back just a little. “You don’t need to sleep here. I’ll take you home, all right?”
I nodded.
“Okay,” he sighed as I closed my eyes and let my head fall back into his palm so that he was cradling it.
After a second he scratched gently and let go, and I leaned forward against the doorframe. I heard him and Kurt talking behind me, and then several people came up the stairs to go in the house. The longer Carson stood in the kitchen, the more people came in, until I had to get up or get trampled. I walked around the side of the house toward the front yard and found a spot on the edge of the porch. Sitting there on the railing in the dark, I could breathe again.
What the hell was he doing there?
I had almost dozed off when I heard something above me on the roof, and when I looked up, I saw long, muscular, denim-covered legs before someone dropped to the ground beside me, into the grass. The smile I got when I looked down was brilliant.
“What are you doing?” I groused at Carson, looking up to where he had been. “You could have killed yourself doing that.”
“Jumping off a porch roof to the ground?”
“Yes.”
“In what alternate reality do I hurt myself dropping ten feet onto grass?”
“You could have rolled your ankle.”
“If I had the athletic prowess of say… you… then, yeah, I might’ve.”
I growled at him, leaned over to give him a piece of my mind, but lost my balance instead and fell down on him.
He caught me easily, hands under my armpits, and put me on the ground.
“I rest my case.”
“I—”
“You cook really well,” he cut me off, leaning forward so I had to walk backward to bump against the side of the house. “I loved everything I ate.”
“Why are you here?”
He reached out and cupped my chin in his hand, his thumb sliding over my bottom lip. “You promised you were gonna see me tonight.”
“Yeah, but I—”
“And I get why you had to bail, Matt told me. And you didn’t have my number, so it’s not like you could’ve called or—”
“So you tracked me down just so you could get laid?”
“That’s what I thought,” he said, stepping closer so I had to tip my head all the way back to hold his gaze in the darkness. “But now I’m not so sure.”
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
He swallowed hard. “Can I just kiss you first?”
My hands slid up his chest, and I felt the wild hammering under my right palm that was over his hard left pectoral. “I make you a little nervous.” I smiled at him.
“Way more than a little,” he admitted, taking a breath before he bent close, his lips hovering over mine. “I’ve never been kissed like you did today.”
And I realized as my arms locked behind his neck and I pulled him down that I actually had him under my spell. Me. I did. The rush of it, the knowledge, brought a deep, throaty moan from my chest.
He must have liked the sound, because I was crushed against him, his hand knotted in my hair, his lips slanted down over mine, and I was devoured.
I opened for him and his tongue met mine, reacquainting itself with my taste, my heat, and every other part of my mouth. There were soft whimpers and whines. He ground the hard bulge in his jeans against my groin, and when my hands tugged and pulled, getting under his vest and shirt to the hot skin, he jerked under my palms and tore his mouth from mine.
“Yeah… okay,” he panted. “So, uhm, no one has ever gotten me this wound up this fast, so I think, uh… bed. Let’s go to your house and go to bed.”
I licked my lips, and he lifted his finger to trace over the same spot.
“You like my tongue,” I teased him.
“I like all of it.” He was firm, taking my face in both hands. “But mostly your eyes are driving me nuts.”
My eyes? “What?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice coming out in halting rasps. “I just… they’re really dark and big and beautiful.”
“Baby,” I whispered. “I think you like boys.”
“I like you.” His voice bottomed out. “There is no doubt about that.”
“Does that scare you?” I asked, my voice just barely audible, only the two of us being able to hear.
“No,” he promised.
I turned my head slowly, gently sucked his right thumb into my mouth, coating it, laving it, licking it, swirling my tongue over his flesh, and tasting him as I would have never dared to. The shudder that tore through him made me catch my breath.
He exhaled sharply, eyes locked on my mouth. “Please just take me home with you. It’s all I want right now.”
I smiled at him. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
I couldn’t control my grin. “Yes.”
“Oh thank God,” he groaned, grabbing me, turning, and throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman carry. “I didn’t want to have to knock you out.”
“You were not going to knock me—”
“Oh the hell I wasn’t,” he exhaled as he turned and carried me toward the hedge between Kurt’s house and the neighbors.
“What’re you—oh crap!”
They were tall bushes, but the needles were soft or we both would have been torn to shreds. It was dark on the other side, no lights on in the house there as he put me down and smiled at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Walking us the long way back to my car.”
I took a step back. “You can’t be seen with me?”
He stepped forward. “I can’t be seen with anyone or it will make the news.”
“You know, maybe this—”
“No,” he cut me off, hooking a hand around the back of my neck and yanking me forward, using his thumb under my chin to tip my head up. “I’m coming home with you. You said I could.”
His thumb was tracing up and down my throat as he eased me closer.
“This is a bad idea.”
He grunted and then bent and kissed me.
I parted my lips under his, and his tongue slipped into my mouth, finding mine and tangling. His arms were tight around me as he lifted me a couple of feet off the ground and walked me backward to stop against the side of the deserted house.
He pinned me to the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing, grinding, needing the friction on my suddenly hard, leaking cock.
His whimper was deep and soft, and I felt the tug and then heard the jingle of belt buckle, the snap and zipper.
It wasn’t a good idea. Anyone could see us. Well, they could if they were looking in the darkness, between the houses, around the side.
I gasped when his hand slid over my stomach, under my shirt, across bare skin now covered in goose bumps. I wasn’t cold, it was him. All him. I was a quivering ball of arousal.
“I just want to… oh God,” he groaned, low and husky as he reached under the elastic waistband of my briefs and fisted my erection.
I jerked as his fingers tightened and then started slowly stroking. “Stop. I’m drunk and you don’t—”
“I wanna touch it… it’s like velvet in my hand.”
Swallowing hard, I pushed in and out of his grip, not caring that the head of my shaft was drooling precome onto his fingers. “Get your pants down.”
“What?”
“Get out your dick, put it next to mine.”
His breath caught. “No, I—”
“Do it now or put me down.”
He plastered his rock-hard chest to mine, shoving me against the wall, not taking any chances that I could wiggle free. I heard the clink of metal and then another snap and zipper before he eased back and let me sink down around his hips.
His cock was huge, with a wide mushroom head. When I wrapped my hand around it, I felt the heavy veins and the silky glide of his skin. My thumb slid through sticky precome, and I smeared it over the slit.
He shuddered under me, and when I took both cocks in my hands, pressing them together, the two lengths rubbing, skating, and sliding, he caught his breath.
“Feel good?”
All I got was nodding.
“You want to bury your cock in my ass, don’t you?”
More nodding.
“We could do it right here, right now, and—”
“Want the bed,” he whispered, his breath coming in halting gasps as our cocks slid together faster, the play of hot skin on hot skin blocking out everything else.
“You’re gonna feel so good inside me.”
“Oh God.” He convulsed, and there was at once wet, sticky heat between us as he spurted over my abdomen.
I was a second behind him, pulsing in my own hand, coating my fingers and our dicks, unable to keep from trembling as he mashed us together, fusing sweat and come and skin. I opened my mouth to speak and he attacked me, shoving his tongue down my throat, his hands cupping my ass, trying to pull me even tighter against him.
My body welcomed the mauling, and I went boneless in his grip under his hot, demanding mouth. I returned the kiss, suckling his tongue, until my head was pounding and there was no more oxygen. Wrenching free, I took a gulp of air before he was on me again, his lips sealing to mine as we sank onto the cool grass, his heavily muscled body covering my leaner frame easily.
His hands touched my face before he nudged my head back and pressed his lips to my throat, his tongue sliding over my skin.
“We should go.”
“Yeah,” he agreed as he ran his teeth along the cord in my neck, nuzzling, licking, until he reached the flesh that joined to my shoulder. The bite made me jolt under him, bow up off the ground, press my now flaccid cock to his washboard abdomen. “Okay, yeah, I wanna do stuff.”
He was suddenly a whirl of activity, yanking me up, pulling up his jeans, tucking himself into his briefs, zipping, snapping, and working his belt.
I was slower, more dazed than he.
“Hurry up,” he barked softly. “I got plans.”
“Plans?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “Will you let me?”
“Will I let you what?”
“Whatever I want.”
My brain shorted out. “Yeah, I’ll let you.”
His smile was breathtaking. “Okay, then, let’s go.”
“It’s that simple for you?”
“How is it simple? I’ll have to tell everyone about you. That’s gonna be one helluva thing, don’t you think?”
I reached out for the side of the house because I needed to brace myself so I wouldn’t fall over. “What are you talking about?”
He came close, hands on both sides of my neck, even in the darkness; I knew tenderness and hope when I saw it. “Well, we’re gonna date, right?”
“Date?”
“Aren’t we?”
“You wanna date me?” My voice sounded high and squeaky.
“Uhm, yeah.” He chuckled, stepping closer, tipping my head back. “I’m not gonna just let you kiss other guys… sleep with other guys…. I like you, why would I do that?”
“You met me last night.”
“But I’ve wanted to talk to you for over a year.”
“Which is slightly psychotic, right?”
“Yeah, but only slightly.” He sighed, bending to kiss me.
I pulled free before he could press his lips to mine and walked backward away from him. “You’re gonna go pro.”
“Maybe.”
“No ‘maybe’, most certainly.”
He shrugged, stalking me.
“It’s your dream.”
“It’s my family’s dream.”
“And how do you plan to take care of them without football?”
“Don’t have to take care of them.”
“Fine, when you’re disowned, disinherited, how do you plan to take care of yourself without football?”
“How do you know they’ll throw me to the wolves? Is that what happened to you?”
“We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you. What’s your fallback?”
He tapped the side of his head.
“Oh, you’re smart, are you?”
“Very.”
“If you’re so smart, how does announcing that you like dick help you in any way?”
“You’re very crude for a Biology major.”
“I—”
“And by the way, Phillip Brooks?” He made a face and shook his head. “He’s in my frat and he’s a dog. You don’t wanna be anywhere near him.”
I kept backing up and he kept coming forward. “Well, apparently he only likes girls, so you don’t have to worry.”
“I wouldn’t worry anyway,” he assured me, charging fast, reaching me easily, and taking hold of my hips to pull me forward so our bodies were flush. “Because you were thinking I was a dick and just wanted to experiment, but now you know I’m serious and I wanna see you and figure out how we fit.”
Was I awake? “Is this a joke?”
“You asked me that before, and no, no joke.”
“I think I fell down the rabbit hole.”
“Nope,” he growled, nudging at my nose with his until I lifted my chin and he kissed me.
If he was kidding, if he was going to bail on me, deny knowing me in public, or even if he was planning something even more sinister, I couldn’t be made to care. I was definitely in lust, completely infatuated, and there was nothing I could do. If he wanted to follow me home, I would let him and say yes please on the way.
Chapter Five
WE LEFT his car a block away in a public lot because I insisted. He wanted to use the spot at my apartment complex.
“Someone could see it,” I told him. “Everyone knows your silver Lexus SUV.”
He shrugged. “I don’t care who knows I’m with you.”
“But you should.”
Inside my apartment, I shoved him through the living room to my bedroom. I grabbed a couple of bottled waters and by the time I got to my room, he was stretched out on my bed, shoes off, sweater vest off, petting my stupid cat. Boaz had his head rubbing under Carson’s chin as his own was scratched. The purring was deafening.
“Sorry about that.”
“No,” he sighed, smiling when Boaz walked imperiously to the end of the bed and spoke to me. “He’s a beauty.”
“He’s a pain,” I told him even as I bent to touch noses with my feline friend.
“Yeah, I can tell you hate him.”
I chuckled as Boaz, having met Carson and greeted me, went to take his normal perch in the living room on the ledge overlooking the parking lot. Closing my bedroom door and locking it, I walked over and offered him the water.
He caught my wrist gently but firmly. “Lie down by me. I wanna talk to you.”
I toed off my red Chuck Taylors, pulled my sweater up over my head, left the T-shirt underneath on, and then just stood there.
“Come on, please.”
I stretched out beside him so both of us had our heads on my pillow.
“You really think I would try to sabotage myself?”
“This is the craziest conversation ever.”
“How so?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow so he was looking down at me.
“You don’t know me at all.”
“I know you.”
I shook my head before I closed my eyes.
“You were honest today when you said that if I’d shown you who I was last night that you would have made the posters for me. You didn’t blow off your buddy to be at my party, and you let me be here.” He exhaled before I felt his fingertips on my eyelashes. “And you say what you’re thinking and don’t worry about hurting my feelings.”
“Does that happen to you a lot?” I asked, opening my eyes to look up into his.
He nodded. “Yeah, that happens a lot. Everybody lies to me all the time.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, lifting my hand to his cheek.
He released another deep breath and leaned into it, his eyes fluttering shut before a tremble ran through him.
“What’s wrong?”
“You gotta not run away from me, okay?”
“What are you talking about?”
His eyes drifted open, and he bent down and kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened for him, my tongue sliding over his as he pushed in deeper.
He felt good, all that power and heat pinning me to the bed, and after a minute of feeling like I was going to melt, I tore my mouth free and asked if he had a condom.
“What?” he asked, pupils blown, glazed expression on his face, flushed and panting.
“Do you have a condom?”
He shook his head.
“Well, you’re lucky I do,” I said, pointing at my nightstand. “There’s lube and condoms in there. Get them both.”
He did as he was told, and as he rummaged, I started taking off my clothes.
“Oh God.”
I froze under his stare. “What?”
“I wanna… see,” he almost whined, lube dropped, condoms forgotten as he bent and kissed the soft skin of my stomach, sucking it into his mouth before he began nibbling below my navel, one hand sliding up my chest, holding me down while the other went to work on my belt.
“What’re you doing? You don’t know how to—ah!”
His nose bumping over my erection through my briefs was hotter than any guy’s hand had ever been. The way his breath hitched, how he tugged at the zipper, was so sexy. When I lifted up off the bed, shucking briefs and jeans down all at once, allowing my cock to bob free, his groan sent a shiver through my entire body.
“I read, you know? I’ve watched stuff.”
Had he. “Okay.”
“I won’t… hurt you.”
“I know.”
“I have things I wanna try… wanna do.”
“Like what?”
“I wanna put this in my mouth.”
