Coaching the Nerd (Nerds Vs Jocks #2) - Eli Easton Page 0,51

what desire looked like on a lover’s face.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Do you want me to touch you?”

In answer, he took my hand and guided it through the opening of his jeans and under his boxers. I felt him for the first time—large and incredibly hot and throbbing and a bit sweaty. The feel of him in my hand almost made me ejaculate. I bit my lip, hard, to stop myself.

He rolled to the side and tugged on my hip until we were face-to-face. Then he snuck his hand under the waistband of my PJ bottoms. My hard shaft practically leapt into his palm.

We touched each other, exploring at first, staring into each other’s eyes. But it felt too good, and soon we were masturbating each other with quick, hard strokes. I watched the pleasure on his face with fascination. First, he gazed into my eyes, strong and intent as his breath came fast and raspy. Just that sound made me shiver even more. I matched him breath for breath, focusing on his expression to keep myself from coming too fast. His eyes glazed over a little, like he was acutely focused on the feelings inside that big body.

Oh yes, I understood. Heat suffused my groin, and lightning shot into my penis. Oh my God, how could the pleasure keep going, getting more and more intense until—everything exploded. A burst of cum leaped out of me and into Bubba’s big hand as my head filled with light and my body with that wracking pleasure. So much. Too much.

No, never too much. The more Bubba, the better.

I found the energy to grab a tissue from the nightstand, and we wiped off. Then I collapsed onto Bubba’s chest. I thought it entirely possible it was the best place I’d ever been in my life. Certainly, I had no motivation to move.

Bubba rubbed my back. “So. First time doing that, huh?”

“Definitely.”

I felt rather than saw him smile, though I couldn’t explain how that was possible. He murmured, “And how was it?”

I snuggled closer. “It was far, far superior to cheesecake.” Then something occurred to me. Of course it was good for me. I was gay. I stiffened. “Was that…satisfactory for you as well? I’m sure I’ll improve with practice.”

“It was really hot,” Bubba said in a sexy voice, rubbing a little lower on my back. “Pretty sure you’re a natural.”

That made me smile. “So, we can do it again?”

“I sure as shit hope so.”

Ah, bliss. The joy was nearly as intense as the orgasm. “Good. There are many other things we should try. I’ll make a list!”

Chapter Fourteen

Bubba

“Um, taste this.” I took a forkful of feta and spinach omelet and reached across the table to hold it at Sean’s mouth. He got that cute grin that seemed to pop up whenever I did something “boyfriendy,” like he couldn’t believe I was doing it. Truthfully, I couldn’t believe it either, but if I found myself wondering, What will people think about something I wanted to do with Sean, like put my hand on his back or hold his hand, I shrugged it off. Enough of that. Twenty-one years of being everybody else’s guy was plenty. I smiled at Sean and ignored everyone else in the restaurant.

I’d slept in my own room last night because making out with Sean for the first time had been a big deal for both of us, and I thought he could use a little space. Maybe I needed it too. Also, his bed was too damned small. But I’d woken early and texted to invite him to breakfast. I ran out of my house before anybody was up, but I’d for sure see them all when we got back. Today was Sunday. We didn’t have a tournament game this weekend, but we had flag practice, and it was important.

Sean took some of his omelet on his fork and returned the favor. He’d gotten the Spanish concoction with cheese, salsa, and peppers, and it had a lot of spicy flavor compared to mine. At least I’d gotten him to eat protein instead of ordering cereal like he often ate.

I smiled, but my stomach was a little flip-floppy. Showing up at a local breakfast restaurant early on a Sunday with Sean was one thing. Most of the people eating were older couples. Going to the ALAs and telling them the Bubba news was a way bigger test.

“So, it’s okay with you if I go tell my brothers about us without you? I