Theo Cramer:I’m only two years older than you, dumbass.
Wilder Ranslavic:And not much wiser.
Connor Grieves:Oh shit. Burn.
Billy Callahan:Patty’s living it up at that fancy university. Too busy to answer hisbesties.
Jamie Patterson:Don’t say besties.
Connor Grieves:He lives!
Wilder Ranslavic:It’s a Christmas miracle.
Connor Grieves:It’s October.
Theo Cramer:Patterson, please come get your kids. They’re driving me fucking crazy.
Shaking my head at the stupidity that is my teammates, I toss my phone onto my bed and dry my hair with a towel. Even a cold shower couldn’t get rid of the thoughts of Ellie.
I lay in bed, trying to think of anything else. My team, my knee, ideas for the event. But everything keeps coming back to Ellie. How did I go years without thinking about her, to not being able to stop? I mean, that’s crazy, right? I want to blame it on the fact that I see her almost every day now, so it’s hard not to think about her. But it’s not just that. It’s like my body is begging me to remind it of what she feels like. There’s no way she’d let that happen though. Not now. Not with us having to work together and be professional.
That might be an issue, if I can’t seem to be able to keep my dick down. Speaking of my dick, he’s hard yet again. Would it be wrong to masturbate to visions of Ellie? I mean, it’s not like she’d know. Fuck.
My hand drifts down, brushing against the bulge in my briefs. I hesitate for a moment, but then give in, pulling them down my legs and tossing them aside.
I never said I was a good guy. In fact, I wouldn’t say I am. I’m decent, but I did leave the girl I loved without any explanation, so there’s that.
My cock is rock hard in my hand, throbbing with anticipation. I squeeze gently as I close my eyes, Ellie’s face appearing in my mind. I imagine her kneeling before me, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders, her lips parted as she looks up at me with those bright green eyes.
“What do you want, Jamie?”she whispers, her voice sweet, her breath warm against my skin.
“You,” I groan, my grip tightening around my shaft.“I want you.”
A slow, seductive smile curves on her plush lips, and then I imagine her leaning forward, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I pretend my hand is hers as I brush my thumb over the head of my cock. She looks up at me.
“Tell me what you want me to do,”she murmurs.
“Suck me,” I demand.
Imaginary Ellie doesn’t hesitate. She lowers her mouth, her lips brushing the tip of my cock before she takes me in, her tongue swirling around the head. I groan, my head falling back against the pillow as pleasure surges through me. Fuck, it feels so real.
I imagine my hand tangling in her hair as I guide her deeper. I imagine her moaning around me, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel her hands on my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she works her mouth up and down my cock.
My hips thrust slightly, needing more. Needing this to be real. As the tension builds, I let myself imagine her lips moving faster, her tongue flicking the underside of my cock as her head bobs. I can feelmyself losing control, my breath coming in short gasps as the pleasure intensifies.I’m so fucking close, but I don’t want to stop imagining her this way. Once I cum, I know I’ll feel guilty as hell for thinking of her like this, but right now, I can’t bring myself to feel anything other than pleasure.
My hand moves faster, and I imagine Ellie sucking me faster and harder. I finally feel the tension coiling in my stomach, the pressure building to an unbearable point.I can’t hold it back anymore.
My body tightens, my muscles clenching as I cum harder than I have in months. The thick, hot stream lands on my stomach, but I can’t bring myself to care.
My dick throbs and my mind races as the image of Ellie on her knees for me disappears.
I am so fucking screwed. There is no way in hell that I’m going to be able to sit with her week after week and talk hockey and theatre and events. There’s no way I’ll be able to control myself knowing she’s right down the damn hall from me every night. I need to distract myself somehow. Get my mind off of Ellie and back on me and healing. I just don’t know how when she’s at the forefront of my mind most days.
I decide that instead of beginning to spiral, I should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and I’m going to need a clear head. I begin to doze off, tossing and turning slightly until I’m in a comfortable position. Finally, my thoughts fade, and sleep overtakes me.
My alarm wakes me with a start at eight thirty in the morning. I take a quick shower and throw on some jeans and an Ellington Wolves hoodie. I have a bit of a pep in my step this morning, and I suspect it’s due to the fact that I’ll be meeting with Ellie in an hour. I’m probably a little too amped up about this, but I’m grateful for the excuse to be around her.
The house is quiet, and when I walk into the kitchen, it’s empty. Ellie must have already left. A pang of disappointment rushes through me.
