Page 11 of Off Sides
Fuck! I’m useless. A fuckup. Goddamn stupid dick. Why can’t it just cooperate?
I try to shut my brain off and give in to the feel of his warm skin against mine, his fingers dancing along my back and over my ass, but it doesn’t work. My dick doesn’t even twitch.
Needing to distract him, I trail my lips down his jaw, bite at his ear, and suck on the skin of his neck. His morning stubble is rough against my tongue, but I love it.
I push him onto his back and move across his body, licking a nipple, nibbling the ticklish flesh on his ribs, making him squirm until I’m between his powerful thighs. His cock is lying against his stomach, nestled in that dark thatch of hair that’s trimmed short, and demanding attention. It’s thick and hard when I lick a line up the underside.
“Look at me,” Nick growls, and our eyes lock as I flick my tongue over his tip. “Such a good little cocksucker.”
My body flushes but my dick is finally perking up. Interesting.
With my hand around his base, I lift his veiny, uncut cock so I can suck on it and groan at the taste of him. Clean skin and man.
Nick slides his hand in my hair, then down to cup my cheek, and his hips flex. I love this part of sex, when the other person is enjoying themselves because of me. Something about using my body to create pleasure just does it for me. It gives me a sense of satisfaction I don’t get from anything else.
With my hand moving in tandem with my mouth, I work all of him. Twisting and sucking, saliva dripping down his shaft until it’s sloppy and my lips go numb. My free hand cups and rolls his balls, presses against his taint, and rubs circles around his rim. Nick is rocking into me, moaning and cursing.
“I’m gonna come,” he warns me, and I hum. The vibration must set him off because a split second later, salty fluid fills my mouth and I have to work not to choke on it and keep my pace up. He growls, and his fingers dig into my face while his body tightens under me.
Only a few thrusts later, he relaxes and his hand falls to the bed.
“Fuck, that was good.” He gives me a lopsided grin, and I metaphorically pat myself on the back for a job well done.
I climb off the bed and quickly pull on my pants.
“You’re leaving?” Nick sits up, not ashamed or embarrassed by his nakedness. Not that I blame him, he’s fucking gorgeous.
“Isn’t that what you do after a hookup?” I chuckle, trying to not sound as awkward as I feel.
“You didn’t get what you came here for.” Nick stands but doesn’t move to touch me or get dressed. It’s a bit distracting.
I force a smile to my face that I’m sure he can see right through. “I’m fine.”
With my pants and hoodie on, I grab the rest of my stuff and run. I’m a coward, but I can’t face him. It’s not his fault I struggle sometimes.
“Joey!” Nick’s voice carries down the hallway, and I stop but don’t turn around.
What the hell am I doing?
He appears in front of me a minute later with his sweats pulled back on and determination written on his face.
“I wanna talk to you about something, come on.” His hand lands on my arm, turning me around, and I let him with a sigh. I can’t make a scene in the damn hallway. Since most of the hockey players live on the third floor this year, I’m sure it would get around that I got into a fight with a football player real damn fast.
When the door closes behind me, Nick leans against it.
“You don’t know me, and you don’t want to spill all your deep, dark secrets, I get it.” He crosses his arms. “But we can benefit from this arrangement, if you want.”
I shove my hands in my pockets but don’t say anything, just wait to see what he has to say.
“I’m sure it’s just as difficult to keep a relationship for you as it is for me during the season.”
I nod and let him continue.
“But I’m also happy to explore . . . to find what you like.” He lifts an eyebrow and drags his eyes over me. “There’s not much I’m against, and if it gets you orgasms, I’ll call that a win.”
“Why?” I stand a little straighter. “What do you get out of it?”
“Orgasms.” He shrugs. “And not having to have the ‘I can’t, I have to go to practice’ argument every day.”