Her hips buck as she takes the dick so damn good. “Yes, I wanna see you come for me like a good fucking boy,” she commands.
And that’ll do it. Shoving my pants down over my hips, I flip my camera around and film myself as best I can, pumping my cock once, twice, three times before coming on a stifled roar, harder than I’ve ever come on my own before.
“Here it comes, Baby Draper. All for you.” And then ropes of cum spurt up over my stomach, my chest, fucking everywhere as I barely refrain from passing out.
“Oh, fuuuck!” Hannah cries out, the dildo buried deep inside of her, her body trembling as an orgasm tears through. “Shit, I’m coming so hard…” She sucks in a stammering breath, looking down, and my hazy gaze follows to see the cum seeping out of her around the base of the fake dick, and fuck me if it’s not the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“I wanna see you lick it clean,” I say.
Still fighting for a breath, Hannah meets my eyes through the screen, and I see her wince ever so slightly as she lifts off the dildo, pulling it out of herself with a shudder and giggling when she sees the mess she made of her duvet. But when she lifts the glistening cock to her lips, she pauses, meeting my eyes again with a mischievous smirk ghosting the corners of her mouth.
“You first.”
Confused, I arch a brow.
“Your hand,” she says, nodding at me. “Be a good boy and lick it clean.”
I glance down at my hand still covered in the remnants of my own orgasm and, I mean, I’ve never done this before, but hell, I’m game. So, staring at her, I lift my hand to my mouth and clean the jizz from my skin with a few slow and determined licks, never once breaking eye contact and internally reveling at the way her mouth falls open, like she didn’t think I’d do it. Honestly, I’m just as shocked. The things this woman is capable of making me do, I’d be in jail in some states.
“Yummy,” I murmur against my skin, licking the last of my mess up with a smug smirk.
“Holy shit, Happy Slater,” Hannah says on a revered sigh. “You might just be my match…” And with that, she sticks out her tongue and licks the length of the dildo from base to tip before wrapping her lips around it and humming as she swallows it down.
And I know, without a doubt, Hannah Draper is more than just my match; she’s my fucking all.
I bite back my cocky ass grin as I walk onto the plane, noticing the way Dallas’s head snaps up, followed by Robbie and Logan, all three of them watching me snake my way down the aisle with matching smirks and questioning gazes.
“Slater, where the hell have you been?” Coach Draper barks from his designated seat at the front of the plane. He doesn’t look up at me, but I stop anyway, hitching my backpack higher on my shoulder.
“Sorry, Coach.”
He grunts, and I take that as his acknowledgement, continuing down the aisle to my designated seat next to Loges.
I’ve successfully avoided everyone so far this morning, skipping breakfast in the dining room with the rest of the guys from the team and ordering straight to my room instead because whenever I’m on the road, I make sure to eat breakfast with Lucky over FaceTime. It’s our normal.
Dallas and Robbie talk quietly between themselves, obviously about me as I pass them, but I keep my chin held high, my grin firmly in place as I make my way to my seat and flop down into it with a contented sigh.
I’m fully aware of Logan’s laser focus homed in on me, but I purposely ignore him, allowing my head to fall back against the leather seat and closing my eyes. It’s only when he clears his throat, sounding like an old man, that I open one eye, finding him right there, all up in my space like a kid who wants an autograph.
“’Sup?” I ask casually, closing my eye.
“’Sup?” Logan scoffs. “Um, how aboutyou-know-whoFaceTiming you while wearing your jersey and holding a goddamn dildo?”
I open my eyes then, my smile falling as I offer him a warning look. “Careful.”
He has the decency to hold his hands up in surrender, and I relax, my smile returning.
“So… what’s going on?” Logan presses.
I shake my head, dismissing his question. And normally I’m big on the morning-after details of my one-night conquests—can’t shut me up—but this is different; Hannah is most definitelynota one-night anything.
“How long has it been going on?”
I sniff a laugh, eyes still closed. “Dude, you sound like your girlfriend.”
Understandably, he whacks me with his elbow, and I grunt, accepting the blow because WAGs and family are off-limits. Rubbing my arm, I turn, looking at him in all seriousness. “I don’t know what it is. It’s new. But I like her. And… that’s all I can give you right now.”
Logan blinks at me, his face expressionless. “Holy shit…”
