Page 27 of Off Sides
A soft mouth brushes mine below my arm, then the tip of a tongue runs along the ridge of my bottom lip. I let him distract me, use him to get out of my head. Sliding my arm off my face, I run my fingers through his hair and cup the back of his head.
Nick puts more of his weight on me and fucks into my mouth with his tongue.
His hips slide against mine in a slow roll until I’m panting.
“I have an idea.” Nick wags his eyebrows and hops off the bed to dig through a box under his bed. He’s back in a flash with a silicone-covered bullet vibrator and a couple clothespins.
I look at him skeptically. “You do know that I’m no stranger to sex toys, right?”
He scoffs and settles between my thighs. “When was the last time a partner used them on you?”
Okay, he may have a point there.
Nick leans over me to suck on my nipples. He doesn’t touch anything else, only his mouth on the sensitive skin.
I know the bite of the clothespin is coming and anticipating that pain is doing weird things to me. I want it but I’m almost afraid of it at the same time, which is confusing my dick.
I hiss at the pinch when he clamps the pin on my skin. He gives the other nipple the same treatment and my dick twitches. With a devilish smile, he kisses me and flicks the pins, making my back arch off the mattress.
I’m panting and half hard when Nick sits up and reaches for the lube.
“I’m still good from last night, I don’t need prep.”
Nick lifts an eyebrow and meets my gaze. “You sure?”
“Just fuck me, Wyhe.”
With a smile, he coats his thick cock and pushes against my hole.
I groan at the slight stretch as he thrusts in and grinds against my ass.
“Please,” I beg in that little voice. I don’t know why it comes out with him but I love that he likes it.
His nostrils flare and he sets a quick, hard pace. This isn’t soft, slow morning sex, this is the kind of fucking that proves a point.
I grip my dick, stroking fast until I’m finally hard again.
Nick grips my hips, changing the angle just a little to get deeper, and I arch off the bed. My orgasm is building, my muscles tightening, and tingles spreading. He rips off the clothespins and the new sensation shoves me over the edge.
“Fuck.” That sweet voice only he can pull from me comes loose as my body tightens with my orgasm. “Daddy!” The word flies from my mouth as warm cum lands on my stomach and my fingers tighten in the sheets until my knuckles are white. There’s nothing past Nick fucking me, the endorphins flooding my brain, and my harsh breathing.
“Oh, duuuude.” A voice I’ve never heard before comes from behind Nick and we both freeze. I can feel my eyes getting wide as I stare at him in horror. Nick’s entire body is tight with tension as he quickly looks over his shoulder.
“Shit,” he snaps and pulls out of me. “Dude! Get the fuck out!” Nick yells at whoever that is and pulls up his boxers. “Joey, you’re okay.”
I barely hear the words as I scramble for clothes and shove past Nick’s roommate, running from the room. There’s nothing in my head except the need to get away. My brain is telling me I’m in danger and need to run, need to get away. I make a break for the stairwell and run as fast as I can down them, then push my way outside into the cold air. The icy concrete seeps into my feet and helps calm me. The swift change in my environment pulls me out of my fight-or-flight response and lets me breathe.
My breath is a cloud in front of me and my bare arms prickle as I cover my face with my hands.
Fuck. What the hell am I going to do? Did Nick’s roommate recognize me? Would he if he saw me again? I can’t risk it and go back to Nick’s room. I guess what we were doing is done now.
It was never supposed to be anything major. I don’t have time or energy for a relationship. I have to focus on finishing up my hockey season and graduating. Helping Mom and Charlotte with Matt. Coming out and having a boyfriend is drama I don’t want to deal with. I haven’t heard many homophobic slurs in the locker room this year but that doesn’t mean a closet homophobe isn’t lurking. Sports are notorious for toxic masculinity and homophobia.
Then why does the idea of not seeing him again hurt so much?
I rub at the ache in my chest and force back the tears that threaten to fall.
“Yo! Carp!” A voice behind me makes me jump, my heart pounding as my body prepares for an attack. “What are you doing out here with no jacket, man?”