Chapter 10
VASILY
I almost lost my mind on that bus ride. And at dinner with our teammates after we checked into our hotel in Edmonton. And in the bar afterward.
Hopefully no one noticed, especially not Taylor. I think I did all right, convincing everyone around me that it was just a normal bus ride and normal talking and chirping with a teammate.
I couldn’t decide how I hoped Taylor had read everything, though. I kind of wanted him to notice how much I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Or how my pulse went up every time he smiled, especially when he laughed. Or the goose bumps I got whenever his knee or shoulder bumped mine.
I felt like a kid with a crush. Like during my youth days when I’d been secretly infatuated with that straight defenseman, and every time I looked at him, my brain turned to liquid. It was a genuine miracle I’d been able to follow our conversation at all. Today with Taylor? Same deal.
Now, a few hours later, I was in my hotel room, staring up at the ceiling when I should’ve been sleeping. I was exhausted, but could I fall asleep? No the fuck I could not. My mind was too busy fixating on that cute winger with the gorgeous hazel eyes and that smile that made my spine melt.
And I was hard as a rock.
Though I knew all the reasons it wouldn’t have been a good idea to hook up last summer, right now I regretted not taking that man to bed when I had the chance.
I didn’t care if that made sense. I wanted my head to be full of memories of his gorgeous body and needy touch and everything else that mouth must’ve been capable of.
Fucking hell. I needed to sleep, but I was too horny. Too keyed up for my temporary teammate. I tried to think about anything that might take care of my hard-on, but it wasn’t working. My dick was fully erect, and my brain was bound and determined to fixate on the object of my horniness.
It wouldn’t be the first time I’d jerked off thinking about him. Still, I hesitated. Would I even be able to look at him tomorrow if I’d come with him on my mind?
Then again, would I be able to look at him either way? Might as well at least take the edge off so I could sleep enough to skate without faceplanting.
So, I slipped my hand beneath my waistband, and—fuck.
That first stroke of my own dick had my back arching off the mattress.
My mind was immediately flooded with fantasies of him and me getting it on in every way imaginable.
Him blowing me. Me deep-throating him. My hands in his hair. His hands on my hips.
Ever since my ex, I’d gone back and forth between nervous and excited at the prospect of sleeping with someone new.
I was curious about being with someone else.
The thought turned me on. At the same time, what if I wasn’t good in bed?
What if I disappointed him? What if I realized Drew was as amazing as he insisted he was, and everyone I ever touched after him was a letdown?
When I thought about getting into bed with Taylor, those nerves were still there, but they were drowned out by the hunger.
By the memory of how softly insistent his lips were.
By how much I wanted to find out if his hands were as sure on a man’s body as they were when he played hockey.
By how much I wanted to know how he sounded in that moment of release.
By how much I wanted us to fuck. I liked topping sometimes, but I definitely preferred to bottom.
Taylor on top, ramming into me until I couldn’t see straight…
Fucking hell.
If he wanted to top me? Oh, hell yeah. I’d be on my knees so fast both our heads would spin.
And if he wanted me on top?
Though I could usually take or leave topping, just thinking about sliding into him had my toes curling.
Or maybe he wouldn’t want to fuck. I’d heard some men weren’t into anal, top or bottom.
Fine. Anything he wanted. Anything at all.
I just wanted his body against mine, and I wanted to taste his mouth again, and I wanted to make him moan and come.
Biting my lip, I pumped my dick harder, squeezing my eyes shut as I imagined plowing into that beautiful ass.
Or him thrusting into mine like his life depended on it.
Or the two of us frotting together, trying to kiss but breathing too damn hard.
The way his breath would hitch when he came.
I didn’t care if he came on me, in me, down my throat—I just wanted to feel him and hear him and?—
I barely managed to hold back a cry as cum erupted over my hand.
As I came back down, I pushed out a ragged breath. Jesus Christ. When was the last time I went off that hard? I couldn’t remember. I just knew I was trembling and panting like I’d just had wild, acrobatic sex rather than jerking off alone.
Even when I got up to clean myself off, I was still shaking. Collapsing into bed after, I was still vibrating all over. Still out of breath.
And though I did finally manage to fall asleep…
My mind was still full of Taylor Wilson.