Jason Klein’s living with the fallout from a decision he knew was the right one at the time. He never told anyone about the love of his life, which left him to mourn alone when he found out the man he gave his heart to had been killed in combat. Now, his heart has had time to heal, but he’s not sure he’s ready to let himself move on. Until he meets Cam Morgan…
Without a job lined up following graduation, Cam Morgan took his best friend up on his offer to move to Milwaukee and stay with him until he could get on his feet. The last thing he wanted to do the day after getting to town was go to a party filled with a bunch of jocks. Sure, they were “professional athletes” but Cam was convinced that bigger bank accounts didn’t make them any more accepting of people like him. He certainly didn’t expect to meet Jason, the Mavericks’ catcher who broke every stereotype he’d had.
What started out as one hot, sweaty night together quickly grows into something deeper. Jason welcomes Cam into his home and his life, but now he has to teach the younger man that it’s not a sign of weakness to let people help you.
After pulling the front of my shirt over my head, Jason’s attention turned to the button-fly of my jeans. I didn’t wear these often since they were old and a bit baggy, but I’d wear them every day if it meant getting to see Jason fumble with the opening. My head thumped against the door when I felt warm hands on the bare skin of my hips.
Jason shoved my jeans and boxers over my hips. I felt self-conscious as he licked his lips and took my dick into his hand. I wasn’t as long or as wide as he was, but that didn’t seem to matter to Jason. My hips jerked as he stroked my length, teasing his thumb around the head every time he reached the tip.
“Come on, I’m not doing this against the door like you’re some trick I can kick out as soon as we come,” he told me. I shuffled my way through the room, stopping to kick off my shoes and step out of my pants before I face-planted on his hardwood floors. Jason groaned when he turned around to see what I was doing. “Fucking gorgeous.”
He pushed me down into an oversized white chair and sat on the ottoman in front of me. As he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, he reached up with one hand to play with my nipples. He flicked the simple metal bars, testing my reaction. Little did he know, he’d found my weakness. I’d gotten them pierced on a whim, but once I realized how sensitive they made my already tender flesh, I swore I’d never take them out.
My hips bucked off the chair, forcing Jason to take more of my length into his mouth. He gagged briefly, before reaching beneath me to squeeze my butt, holding me in the back of his throat. By the time he stopped sucking long enough to catch his breath, I felt crazy with need. My hole tightened, willing me to form the words and beg him to fuck me. He’d given me hints that he saw my strength, and I wanted him to prove that he knew I wouldn’t break.
I watched as Jason drew his middle finger into his mouth, sucking it the same way he’d just done to my cock. I placed my feet on the edge of the chair, bracing myself on the arms as I lifted out of the seat. My ass was his if he wanted it. He hummed in approval, leaning down to claim my mouth again as his finger pushed between my cheeks.
I closed my eyes, silently pleading with him to push harder, to give me what I needed. “I could stare at you like this all day,” he told me, right before he pulled away from my body. My eyes flew open, longing to feel his touch again. My mouth gaped as I watched him strip naked between my legs. “Roll over. I want to see that ass.”