Suck My Puck (Denver Bashers Series #3)

29. Braden

Chapter 29

Braden

I try to keep my expression neutral as I read Bella’s text.

God, yes ;) Will you send me a dick pic so I can get warmed up for you?

I glance around the locker room of the arena in Phoenix. All my teammates are too busy taking off their gear, cleaning themselves up, and talking to each other after we beat the Fireballs to notice me.

I look down at her text again. The corner of my mouth hooks up.

It’s been a long time since someone has asked me for a dick pic. I can’t lie, it’s pretty hot to imagine Bella touching herself while looking at a photo of my hard cock.

After we finish up here at the arena, we’re boarding the team’s private plane for our flight back to Denver. It’ll be the middle of the night by the time I make it home. I don’t want to make her wait that long for something she asked for.

I eye the showers at the far side of the locker room. Some arenas have pisspoor locker rooms for the visiting team. Thankfully the Fireballs visitor locker room is decent. It’s pretty big, with a dozen private showers.

I strip off my sweaty gear, grab my towel, and wrap it around me. As discreetly as I can, I tuck my phone into my bag with my shampoo and soap, then walk to the showers.

When I make it to the stall, I close the curtain, strip off the towel, hang it up, and grab my phone.

With my free hand, I grip the base of my dick, which is already half-hard at the thought that Bella was bold enough to ask for a photo of my cock.

I close my eyes and lean back against the shower wall. My brain replays the filthy highlight reel from last night.

I picture Bella naked on her bed, her ass in my face. My mouth waters. I picture her on her back, legs spread wide, sliding her dildo into her pussy. I picture her holding her vibrator to her clit, her mouth open as she pants and whimpers.

A rough grunt starts to rip from my throat, but I swallow it back. I open my eyes, listening for anyone outside of my shower stall. But all I hear is water running from the other showers and the sound of the guys laughing and talking in the locker room.

I glance down at my dick, which is now fully hard. I hold up my phone and flip the camera so I can see myself. I leave out my face so it’s just my chest, abs, and cock. I snap a photo and text it to Bella.

I set my phone on the top ledge in the shower and turn on the water. As I wash up and rinse off, my dick throbs. This boner isn’t going anywhere. I should have known better than to think that my cock would just settle down on its own. No way in hell would that happen. Not when this woman turns me on so fucking much.

I give myself a rough stroke and grit my teeth. The last thing I want is my teammates hearing me jerk off in the locker room, so I clamp my mouth shut as I work my dick quickly in my hand.

Heat simmers at the base of my spine. My muscles tense as the pressure in my cock and balls spreads up my abdomen and chest.

I stroke myself faster as the feeling intensifies. My legs start to wobble. I plant my free hand against the shower wall in front of me and brace myself.

My brain starts to splinter right as the pleasure crests. Come shoots out of my cock, all over the shower wall.

A rough groan simmers at the back of my throat, but I swallow it down. I exhale a breath through my nose, willing myself to be quiet. I take a few silent breaths to steady myself, then finish washing up and rinsing off.

I’m drying off when I hear my phone buzz with a text. When I see it’s from Bella, I smile to myself.

HOLY WOW

She follows that with a wet emoji. I grin wide and text her back.

Me: Like what you see, pretty girl?

Bella: YES. GOD.

Bella: Will you throat fuck me when you’re back home? I’m hungry for your cock.

My knees almost give out completely.

I reply with an immediate, “fuck yes.”

Bella: Can’t wait ;) In the meantime, I’m going to use my favorite vibrator and make myself come while looking at this photo of your hard cock.

Arousal rockets through me. I text her back immediately.

Me: Keep your panties on when you play with yourself using your vibrator. After you come, take a photo of your panties and send it to me. I wanna see how wet a picture of my cock makes you.

Bella: Anything for you

Heat flashes all over my body as that satisfied feeling settles in my chest. I wrap my towel around myself and head back into the locker room. As my teammates chatter around me, all I can think about is Bella using my dick pic to get herself off…

“Hey, Blomdahl.”

The sound of Coach Porter’s hard voice pulls me out of my X-rated thoughts.

I look at him, standing in front of me.

“Nice work keeping it together.”

I stare at him for a long moment, my face heating. It takes a second for my brain to catch up. He’s talking about how I played tonight, not the fact that I was able to quietly jerk off in the locker room showers.

“Phoenix threw everything they had at you, but you managed to keep all but one puck out of the net,” he says. “Incredible job.”

I clear my throat. “Thank you.”

“Media wants to do an extended interview with you before we leave,” he says. “That okay with you?”

I perk up instantly. That’s a pretty big deal whenever sports reporters request to do a longer interview with a player. It means public interest is high in me and how well I played.

“Yeah, sure.”

He nods once. “Get suited up. Alanna from PR will go with you to the press room. We’ll see you on the plane later.”

He walks off and I get dressed. My teammates all tell me way to go.

My phone buzzes with another text from Bella.

Bella: Also, I need to confess something to you…I broke my rule for you.

My eyebrow quirks up.

Me: What rule?

Bella: My no hockey rule. After my breakup, I swore I’d never watch another hockey game again. But I watched the highlights of your game today. The way you stopped those pucks was mindblowing. I was in awe. You’re amazing.

For a second, I just stare at my phone. Pride swells inside of me, followed by a warm feeling. It settles in my chest. It’s so arresting that I have trouble catching my breath.

Me: Damn, pretty girl. You broke your rule for me? I’m flattered.

Me: But seriously, thank you. It feels good hearing you say that about how I played.

Me: Does this mean you’ll be coming to my next game to cheer me on? Maybe even wear my jersey?

Bella: Don’t hold your breath. I don’t have any plans to step foot in a hockey arena again. Or wear another hockey jersey. Me watching you on TV is the most you’ll ever get :P

I smile down at my phone. Even if this is all I ever get from Bella, I’ll still feel like one lucky bastard.

Xander, who’s at the locker next to me, nudges my arm. “Look at you, superstar. You’re on a hot streak and people are taking notice.”

I laugh it off and try to play it cool, but I can’t deny that I’m excited.

And then I think about Bella. How she’s the reason why I’m doing so well. And not just because hooking up with her is hot as fuck. But because I genuinely like her and care about her. Being around her makes me so damn happy .

To know that she thinks I’m amazing makes me feel like I could fucking fly.

My heart slingshots around my chest.

I finish getting ready and head to my interview, thinking of Bella the whole time.