Chapter 10
10
TUCK
I groan in relief as hot streams of water flow over my tight muscles, relieving them after the punishing workout.
Rhys and I just finished a weightlifting session. It got a little bit competitive. Honestly, most of my weightlifting sessions get competitive. Most of everything I do gets competitive. What can I say? I’m competitive by nature.
I should’ve known better than to try and go toe-to-toe with Rhys when it comes to back and shoulder lifts, though. Rhys is a defenseman of the grittier variety. He doesn’t need to be as fast and nimble on the ice as I need to be, so he can afford to carry more muscle.
Me, I’ve got plenty of muscle, but I prefer to stay leaner than guys like Rhys or Hudson, both because it suits my style of play better, and because I think it makes me look better naked.
And how I look naked is very important to me.
Still, I pushed myself as far as I could go with the weights, and I’m feeling the repercussions.
I moan in discomfort as I try to rotate my shoulder, the tight and sore muscle restricting my range of motion. I turn my hips to put my shoulder directly into the stream of hot water, sighing in comfort as it eases the ache.
I close my eyes and let my mind wander as I take a deep breath of the steamy air.
Of course, my mind immediately goes to the same place it’s been going to whenever I’ve closed my eyes since yesterday: to sitting next to Olivia in that tutoring room.
I can almost smell the strawberry and vanilla scent that wafted from her hair right now.
I dip my head under the stream of water, looking down so that my hair gets soaked. My eyes are still closed, thinking about that tutoring session …
When our hands brushed when she handed me that pencil? Fuck, the arousal that ripped through me from that tiny speck of contact was more intense than anything I felt the last time I had sex.
Which was … I’ve lost count of how many days. But it’s been months .
When I finally open my eyes, I’m staring down at my cock, rock hard and bobbing up and down as it throbs with want.
I look side to side. The showers here at Brumehill are individual stalls, and Rhys is gone now. I’m alone.
When I remember the sparks that erupted when my knee glanced against Olivia’s yesterday, my arousal only ratchets up. My balls are tight and aching, begging for release.
“Fuck it,” I murmur as I wrap my fist around my cock.
A growl rumbles in my chest while I slowly pump up and down my length, keeping my grip light for now.
Rivulets of hot water cascade down my chest, trickling down the ridges and valleys of my defined physique as I increase the speed of my hand. A tight ball of pleasure coils deep in my core, sending tendrils of heat spearing through me until my muscles are taut and my grip is tighter.
When my fist glides over my swollen mushroom head, I graze the pad of my thumb over the opening of my dick, imagining it’s the tip of Olivia’s pretty pink tongue doing so instead.
My teeth grit at the sensation that rolls through me, a curse dropping from my mouth.
What I wouldn’t give to have those sassy lips wrapped around my cock. I’ve always prided myself on lasting a long time in the bedroom, but she’d probably make me come in less than a minute.
The first time, that is. After that, I’d treat her to an orgasm or two of her own with my mouth or my fingers. Or both. Once I was ready for round two, then I’d show her all about the patented Tuck McCoy stamina.
I wonder if she’s ever done this, made herself come while thinking about me.
I bet she has. Her words might be cutting, but she doesn’t have as good a poker face as she thinks she does. I’ve seen the way her eyes bulge when she catches a glimpse of my muscles. The way her cheeks darken to a crimson hue when I make an innuendo. The way her gaze dips to my lips just before she looks away from me.
The thought of her cute face flushed with pleasure with me on her mind is enough to push me past the point of no return.
The hot pressure at the base of my spine tells me I’m just a couple pumps away from spilling my cum onto the tiled floor, and the tightness in my balls tells me it’s going to be one big fucking load that I bust.
My hips rock forward with the motion of my hand, and with every thrust, I wish my hips were slapping against Olivia’s soft, round ass. My jaw muscles pop and my breaths become jagged gasps as my orgasm grips me.
“Fuuuck,” I roar. My body convulses with savage pleasure while thick ropes of hot cum gush from my cock.
I’m so spent that I have to grip the edge of the shower stall. I’m sucking in air, trying to catch my breath as my semi-hard dick hangs limp. The swollen head is so sensitive that I wince when a stream of water grazes it.
Once my knees stop shaking, I quickly soap up, wash my hair, turn off the shower, and dry off.
As I’m getting dressed, I catch myself whistling, feeling light as a feather and totally unwound, high on endorphins from the workout and the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve had in … I can’t even remember.
On top of all that, one thing boosts my mood even higher: I’m looking forward to seeing Olivia again on Thursday.