Rory Holt is the best swimmer on the team at State U. and he knows it. Swimming is his life, and if Rory hopes to attain his dreams of Olympic gold one day, he can’t let anything distract him. Every morning finds him practicing at the campus fitness center, and every afternoon he blows his teammates away with his speed and finesse in the water. The new semester brings with it new tryouts, including the bright, up-and-coming Chase Cohen. Chase is sexy and sure of himself, both in and out of the pool, and seems determined to catch Rory’s eye. Rory doesn’t want to share the podium with anyone else, and he doesn’t like hearing his coach say Chase might even be better than he is when he already knows he’s the best. Chase’s attentions are annoying at first, but the more he persists, the harder Rory finds it to ignore him. Soon Rory can’t deny the growing attraction he feels towards his new teammate. But when that attraction costs him his top spot on the leaderboard, Rory is pissed. Is Chase after Rory’s position on the team, or Rory himself?

Playing the Field: Getting Wet

Freed from the tight confines, his traitorous cock stiffens and stands, rising to greet Chase. “What’s this?” Chase nips at Rory’s dick playfully, biting at the air above it. Beads of water dribbling off his chest trickle down Rory’s length and harden it more. Above his erection, Chase leers at Rory. “I thought you said you didn’t like me.”


Rory’s mind is a whirl of emotion—embarrassment wars with desire, need wrestles want. “I-I-I-I didn’t,” he stammers, and then, “I don’t…”


Holding Rory’s gaze, he bends out again and, this time, the tip of his tongue licks out between his lips to tickle over the bulbous head of Rory’s cock.


Pleasure shoots through Rory, intense, immediate. He almost comes from the seductive look in Chase’s eyes alone. Catching his lower lip between his teeth, Rory bites down hard to keep from crying out, but a voice inside his mind whimpers. Yes,he thinks, and please, and no, I shouldn’t, I can’t, I won’t—


Chapter 12