I lean against the counter, needing something to help support my weight as the room tilts slightly. “Well, I appreciate that. But you know me, still busy as usual.” It’s not a lie but not the full truth either. The truth that I’ll never be able to tell him, or anyone. “What about you? Found anyone new to spend some time with?”
A lazy grin crosses his face. “Don’t get jealous now, Lennon. You’re the one who let all this go.”
“Shut up,” I laugh. “Now tell me, who’s the lucky lady? Or ladies should I say?”
Mason and I catch up for what feels like only a few minutes, but when I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, the party has died down significantly, and we must’ve been in the kitchen for alot longer than I thought. The room spins as I shut the door and pull my phone out of my pocket before sitting down to pee.
Me: What are you doing?
His response is immediate, almost as if he’s been watching out for me to text him tonight.
64: Watching footage of Remington’s last game
Me: Booooo working on a Friday night that’s boring
64: You want to win and I’m trying to make sure it happens
My heart skips a beat at that, and I sigh contentedly.
64: What are you doing? Still out?
Me: Well currently I’m peeing but yes I’m still out. Was talking with Mason for a while and lost track of time so going to find Grace after this and see if she’s ready to go
64: Mason’s there huh?
Me: Are you jealous?
64: Of a 21 year old boy? I shouldn’t be
64: Just when I thought I had already hit rock bottom in my life
I chuckle and wash my hands before hopping up on the counter. I meant it when I said I should go find Grace, but I want to talk to Luke for just a little bit longer.
Me: You have nothing to be jealous of trust me
64: I do and that’s exactly why I’m not driving over there right now to get you. Is the rest of the team still out too?
Me: I don’t know probably. These usually last until early in the morning
64: Partying like that during the season? Especially as we’re nearing the playoffs? You’re all gonna earn some extra conditioning on Monday
Me: Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to punish me for it…
64: Baby you don’t even know the half of it
My core clenches, and I shift on the counter. Squeezing my thighs together does nothing as I text him back.
Me: Mmm I like the sound of that. Tell me more
64: I seem to remember how you squeezed the hell out of my cock when I slapped your ass last time I fucked you so maybe I’ll take you over my knee and do it properly this time. One slap for each drink you had tonight when you should be in game mode? Does that sound fair to you?
It sounds more than fair to me. It sounds absolutely fucking hot, and I want it right now.
Me: That sounds fair
64: And then when I’m done, I think I’d put you on your knees in front of me and make sure you’ve fully learned your lesson as I shove myself down your throat. And only then if I think you’ve earned it and if you’ve begged enough, I’d spread you out on my bed and finally fill that pussy of yours. How does that sound?
Me: Fuck yes. I can’t wait to get home tonight when I can be alone and read this back again. I can’t sit like this anymore
