“Did you watch the game?”
“No, I missed it. Coach Mancini kept us at practice extra long tonight. He’s already got his sights set on the playoffs and is demanding perfection. I think Ikicked the ball ten thousand times before he was willing to spring me free.”
Well, that’s a bummer.
“But I caught the highlights when I got home,” he continues, and I feel myself brighten. “You killed it out there. That save in the second where you dropped into a full split? That was like…gravity-defying.”
“Flexibility is certainly a perk of the job,” I say, managing a smug smirk, even as nervous energy swirls in my stomach like a whirlpool. Elliot’s tongue peeks out, swiping over his bottom lip.
Fuck yes, that reaction is exactly what I want. The confirmation that he finds my flexibility sexy, that I do it for him, and maybe…he’ll say yes to my indecent proposal.
“I happened to catch some of the post-game conference, too.”
“Oh yeah? Did you hear anything interesting?”
He shrugs, a lazy smile on his face.
“There might have been a sound bite or two that caught my attention. I’m sure whatever or whoever you were playing for tonight feels honored. And proud. I’m sure they can’t stop thinking about you, Goat.”
I slowly blink my eyes closed, letting out a shakybreath. Fuck, but I want him. I want him so bad, I feel the ache deep in my bones.
“Yeah, well, I hope that whoever I was playing for tonight knows it was all for them. That they were on my mind every second, and that I still can’t shake them. They’re keeping me awake.”
“Too bad you’re sharing a room with Miles, or else I’d say hang up and resort to Old Faithful to help you fall asleep.”
“Old faithful?” I ask, my voice tipping up at the end. I know exactly what he’s referring to, but something deep in my gut wants to hear him say the words. Elliot’s cheeks flush, but I don’t drop his gaze.
“Yeah, you know.” He makes a vague gesture with his hand, but I don’t give in. I raise a brow, willing him to go on. “Masturbating. Jerking off is the tried and true way to catch some z’s when you can’t sleep. That’s what I was doing when?—”
He cuts himself off, smacking his lips together, but it’s too late. The heat building in my belly has reached a boiling point, blood pooling in my groin as my dick swells. Elliot laying in bed, his cock in his hand, hips thrusting as he pleasures himself…
God that thought fucking turns me on. I am desperate to see what he looks like when he’s touching himself. I’m aching to know if it was me he was thinking about while he fucked his fist, if he wasdisappointed that I called him before he could finish or if he answered because he wanted me to help him over the edge.
Fuck waiting until Sunday.
“Sorry, Alex. That was inappropriate. I was just?—”
“Did you finish?” I ask, cutting him off. Elliot’s eyes go wide, his pupils blown out. He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again.
“What?”
“Did you finish? Did you come, or were you still jerking off when I called you?”
I watch as the muscles in his throat work, bobbing and straining as he swallows. His Adam’s apple is prominent, bulging and dusted with stubble. Not for the first time, I find myself wanting to lean in and rub my cheek over it, to stick my tongue out to feel the texture of his hair and taste the salt of his skin.
“I…I was still going. That’s why it took me so long to answer. I had to…compose myself.”
My mouth waters, and goosebumps erupt over my skin as I summon the bravery to ask my next question.
“Will you finish for me now?”
The air in the room is thick and stifling, something hot and buzzy flooding my system.
“You…you want to watch me jerk off?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
He nibbles on his bottom lip, and the bolt of lust that hits me in the stomach nearly knocks me over. He might as well be nibbling on my lip for how much the simple movement turns me on.
