“I think they’re wrong. You’re sleeping with a man. You’re in a committed relationship with a man. I think that means you’re a member of their club.”
“They’re teasing, but yes, they call the GCP a club. Now that I think about it… I think they’ll be happy to have diversity added to the Gays Can Play initiative. Theyaren’tactually exclusive at all. I hear all the time how they’ve invited other friends who aren’t queer on their trips and to participate in their events.”
“Good. I like the idea that we join them, but maybe we also run parallel to them. We have a joint mission of includingeveryone, regardless of sexuality and color, but we also call attention to our own specific fights at times.”
Ren sighs. “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for. Thanks for hearing me out.”
“Of course. Thanks for not asking me to spearhead this.”
He chuckles. “Being a sounding board for what I’ve been thinking helped more than you know—not to mention the points you brought up. I appreciate it. I don’t mind being the front man. I’d love to see a diverse team with more diversity than just people of white nations. The internet says that sixty percent of America identifies as white alone, and while that’s still themajority, that means forty percent identify as somethingother thanonly white. That’s more than a hundred thirty-fivemillionpeople.”
“Not a small number,” I agree.
“We have that many people to speak to and make sure they understand that they’re seen, they’re just as important, and they can play too if they choose.” Ren pauses. “And work their asses off. That’s not to be discounted.”
I chuckle. “Absolutely.”
“Okay, cool. I’ll see what else I can come up with. See you tomorrow.”
“Later.”
As soon as the line goes quiet, I send Shively a text for a dick pic. My smile splits my face when I see it dripping. What is that man doing right now?
CHAPTER 16
SHIVELY
“Really?”Dasan asks. He pauses at the window. “Why does he think that?”
I watch him from where I kneel on the floor by the couch. I’m naked, just as Dasan likes me. The only thing I’m wearing is the leather collar around my cock and balls. There’s a metal chainlink leash connected to it, but the leather handle is hooked on the edge of the couch while Dasan paces as he talks on the phone.
We’re always at my house because his friends have been known to show up at his without warning at times. No good thing can come from them walking in while Dasan’s fucking me and I’m begging to get off.
The thought of being caught makes me shiver. While I’d like to think that Dasan’s friends wouldn’t try to end my career or his, theyareplayers on my team. Hockey is a competitive sport. Not only against rival teams but also against teammates who are always vying for your position.
I suppose Dasan’s closest friends aren’t direct competition to him. Felton is one of our goalies and Willits is defense, while Dasan is a center. In theory, they shouldn’t care about Dasan’s position since whoever’s in it doesn’t affect theirs in the least.
But people get disgusting when they think someone who should be on an even playing field is getting special treatment. I don’t believe that describes Felton or Willits at all, but I’ve been wrong before. I’d rather not challenge it.
“No,” Dasan laughs. He turns to meet my eyes, and I receive a half-smile. Dasan’s half-smile is so damn sexy.
I’ve never looked at a man and been obsessed with how beautiful they are, but everything about Dasan is beautiful, from his flawless bronze skin to his long, silky black hair. He’s currently wearing it in a loose elastic high on the back of his head, and there are loose strands framing his face.
His eyes are dark and reflect light in the most stunning way. How do eyes actually do that in real life? It reminds me of anime or exaggeration in cartoons.
He turns and paces in the opposite direction. “Not today, but yeah. Sounds good.”
Dasan is dressed, so I don’t have a full view of the rest of his body. I know what’s hiding under his clothes though. I can see him so clearly when I close my eyes. My fingers twitch, wanting to touch him.
He’s often dressed when I’m not. I know this is part of our power exchange between dominant and submissive. While I tend to be self-conscious at times, the way Dasan looks at me always has my heart racing. He loves when I’m naked. He loves to lead me around by my cock and admire me.
Yesterday, he came over to my house before the game, and I watched his pre-game ritual while I knelt in front of him for an hour. He did something on his laptop, his fingers speedily clacking over his keyboard almost without pause while he took periodic spoonfuls of his soup and bites of his cornbread.
He brought me some too, and they’re damn good, but he had me eat mine before he did his routine because he wanted me to sit at his feet like a good omega and watch him. The way hiseyes constantly met mine and traveled over me had me hard the entire time.
I’m getting used to being hard for this man. He likes when I’m hard. Dasan tells me that my job is to be ready for him at all times, which means I should learn how to get an erection on very short notice.
Honestly, if he’s promising to put that dick in my ass, I’m hard. That’s what it takes to get me hard. I’veneverfelt more consuming pleasure than his cock in my ass. I was in no way prepared for that when I climbed into bed with him.
