Jake glanced down, then chuckled—that low, knowing sound that made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. I wanted to hate it, to push him away, but instead, I leaned into it, giving myself over to the pleasure he was apparently so adept at giving. But deep down, I knew I’d crossed a line. He paused, picking up on my expression, then gave a half-smirk. It was fast, efficient, like he’d done this for teammates before. His firm, round, and perfectly proportioned ass could have been a centerpiece at a museum of male anatomy. I turned red as my cock spurted squirt after squirt onto the tiled wall in front of me, and his thumb repeatedly pressed inside my body, gently getting slower as my pulses faded. And then it happened. “Colt,” I said, giving him the nickname I wanted to have at my new school, my cheeks burning as I hadn’t even gotten used to hearing it yet.
