Page 52 of Bad Call

“And you love me.” I stared at him, shocked, and he stared back, his eyes growing wider by the second. “That’s not what I meant. I meant, you know, notlove-love, but like, notme, but…”

A bark of laughter burst from me, the sharp sound echoing throughout the empty stadium. He was hilarious,all tongue-tied and twisted up. “I know what you meant.” My fingers stroked his cheek. “And you’re right, I do. As much as you infuriate me, and give me the worst headaches imaginable, and heartburn, and indigestion?—”

“Okay, Casey, make your point,” he huffed.

I was laughing as I finished, “I wouldn’t change too many things about you.”

“Too many? You’re supposed to say you wouldn’t change anything.”

“Well, that would be a lie,” I admitted, smiling playfully.

He shoved my shoulder. “Have you ever gotten blown in the middle of a stadium?”

Wicked satisfaction coursed through my blood, making my heart beat faster. “I can’t say that I have. Have you?”

“Nope. But there’s a first for everything.”

His fingers worked my pants open, not an easy feat when I was already growing hard and straining against the zipper. When he slid it down, along with my briefs, my cock popped out, stiff and ready to be sucked. Baylor wasted no time, bending his head over my lap. He wrapped his lips around my shaft and sucked hard, just the way I liked it. Using lots of saliva, he slurped and sucked noisily, my fingers tightening in his hair, my head tipped back in pleasure.

“Damn, your mouth. I love the way you suck my cock. Don’t stop. Not until I come down your throat.”

He moaned, loving that idea. The glide of his lipsdown my sensitive skin set my body on fire. It felt so illicit to be doing this in the middle of my place of work, in a place normally filled with thousands of people. The cool night air kissed my skin, sending shivers throughout my body. Baylor gagged on my cock, muscles in his throat constricting, and it sent me over the edge.

“Coach,” he whimpered around my shaft.

I bucked my hips while holding his head down, fucking into the back of his throat and coating it with my seed. “Swallow it. Every drop.” He even licked up his spit afterward, leaving me clean and tidy. I brought his mouth up to mine for a kiss, tasting my flavor on his tongue. “Good boy,” I praised him. He didn’t normally get my praise, just my condemnation. It seemed to have a similar effect on him, and he whimpered into my mouth.

“What about me, Coach?”

I knew he was desperate to come, but that was the point. “What about you?” I asked, purposely making him feel unimportant, like an object who existed solely for my desire.

“Do I get to come?”

“Maybe. Maybe later.”

I pushed his head away and grabbed my drink, appearing to take my time finishing the last few sips. Let him sweat. Let him think I couldn’t care less about his pleasure. That was the key to fucking with his head. He would spend the next hour doubting himself, making himself feel small and vulnerable, and by the time we got back to my bedroom, I could easily mold him into thedirtiest, most willing cock slut. He would love it just as much, if not more than I would.

Baylor sat up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and finished off his soda. He chuckled low. “I had no idea you’re a sadist.”

“Yes, you did,” I grinned.

A shooting star bursts overhead, arcing like a trail of fire through the sky. “Look,” I pointed.

“We have to make a wish.”

I looked at him sideways, trying to discern whether he was serious. But then he closed his eyes, like he was wishing very hard. “Really?”

He ignored me until he was finished. “You don’t wish on shooting stars? What kind of villain are you? Are you completely dead inside?”

“No,” I laughed, closing my eyes to play along. “The fuck am I supposed to wish for?”

“Something you want, but think you can’t have. Something you don’t believe is real.”

That narrowed it down considerably. Finding love, a love like Marcus and Austin shared, wasn’t real. It was also something I wanted badly.

I wish… I wish to have a love like theirs.

I felt the warmth of Baylor’s hand cover mine before I even opened my eyes. “Now all you have to do is believe. Have a little faith, Casey.”