That mother fucker better not be. I hesitate. He’s going to be mad if I yell at him, but can I really let him go hurt himself?
I force myself off the bench and stalk into the showers. There’s no doors on the showers, and I glance side to side, looking for which stall he’s hiding in.
“You better not be smoking in here,” I call and then freeze.
Wolfe freezes too, mid-stroke with his massive hand on his rock-hard cock. His eyes snap open, but he doesn’t drop his dick. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see him hesitate, but only for a second, then he rolls his hand over his thickness.
What the fuck is he doing?
There’s no expression on his face except lust.
“Do you want to see me cum”—his voice hitches—“or are you going to let me finish in peace?” His words are barely more than a moan.
I don’t want to leave. I have to.
“Finish,” I say against all my good judgment.
His brow ticks up, but he keeps going, squeezing his cock.
To my shock, he doesn’t close his eyes. He keeps them locked on mine. The heat already creeping up my throat flushes to my cheeks. The corners of his lips quirk up.
I can’t take the judgment I feel from him, but I know I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t watch. I drop my focus to his perfect dick. It’s better than I could have imagined. He was right when he said it’s proportional, even in his massive hands his cock looks big.
He rubs his thumb through his pre-cum, spreading it over his tip.
My ears ring and time slows down. I cannot believe I’m just standing here watching and he’s letting me. Blood rushes to my cock, and I’m painfully hard in a second.
He’s rough with himself, and it flexes his arms, giving me the perfect view of his beautiful body. He’s so fucking hot. I might explode just watching him.
He rolls his hips, thrusting into his grip. My mouth waters and I’ve never wanted to be on my knees more.
It’s not long before his body flexes and tightens on the edge of pleasure. He gasps, stroking himself in rhythmic movement with his hips.
If he doesn’t want to continue with hockey, he could make a fortune on OnlyFans. Hell, I’m willing to spend my entire inheritance to watch him for another hour.
He grunts deep in his chest, then lets slip a moan, and he erupts, spilling cum all over his hand and abs. Finally, his eyes close, and his head falls back.
My cock is so hard under my cup, I’d barely need to touch myself to get off. I want so badly to lower down and clean him up, but I can’t cross that line.
He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks the cum off them.
What is he doing?
“I needed that.”
“Why?” I don’t even know why I ask.
He gives me a look, like I should know.
“I haven’t been with anyone in weeks.”
I swallow hard. “Me either.”
He trails his gaze down my body. “You should really take care of that. It helps.” Turning into the water, he rinses off before reaching around me to grab his towel, almost brushing against me.
I remember I have legs, and step back, giving him more space. What do I even say?
“We need to get back on the ice,” Wolfe says like nothing happened.
