Chapter 24 Happy
HAPPY
Hannah’s cheeks are red. Bright red. Fuck she’s gorgeous.
“I threw it across the room when I came face-to-face with Millie and Emily,” she admits.
I feel bad that she’d been trying to FaceTime me and I missed her call. I hadn’t heard from her after the game, so I assumed she was asleep, given the time difference. But she wasn’t asleep. She’d been waiting to call me. And I fucking love that so much.
The fact that the guys now know that something is going on between me and Hannah… hell, they’re probably all talking about it right now down the hall in Mason’s room like the gossip queens they are, but it feels right. I’m glad they know.
I shift forward, reaching over behind me and tugging off my t-shirt in one move. “Well, you really should go and pick it up. The floor is no place for a dildo,” I chide her playfully, smiling at the way her gaze travels down to my chest.
Rolling her eyes, she flashes me a goading smile. “Hold, please.”
Then I’m left looking at her bedroom ceiling, listening to movement in the background before the screen flickers, and suddenly she’s back again in full view, as if she’s placed the phone on her night stand.
And as she kneels on her bed, wearing my jersey while gripping that big fleshy dildo in her hand, my balls fucking throb.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, palming my dick through my sweats. “Look at you.”
Hannah playfully sticks out her tongue and trails it around the broad head of the fake dick, and the very real dick in my pants jerks with envy.
When she wraps her plump lips around the dildo and sucks it into her mouth, I’m forced to take a few deep, steadying breaths to stop me from my blowing my load at the sight of my girl giving head to a fake fucking cock.
And, sure, this is a first. But fuck me if it’ll be the last.
Popping off the cock, Hannah says, “I was calling to pay up on our deal,” as she inches the hem of her Happy Slater jersey up high enough for me to see that, as promised, she’s not wearing a stitch of clothing underneath.
And at the sight of her pretty little pussy right there, so damn close despite being fifteen-hundred miles away, I whimper.
Like a pathetic son of a bitch, I fucking whimper.
“Do you want me to keep it on?” She arches a brow, her fingers skating to the apex of her thighs, cupping the holy grail. “Or… take it off?”
“Keep it on,” I gruff, sliding my hand into my sweats and palming my dick that feels like fucking stone. I suck in a breath through my teeth. “If I can’t be there, I need to know you’re getting off with my fucking name on your back.”
She laughs lightly, sliding the silicone dick between her lips again, only this time she takes it deep, almost all the way, until her throat objects and she gags, a sound mixed with a moan because I’ve come to the conclusion that Hannah loves choking on dick.
“Fuck, yes, keep doing that,” I utter, wrapping my hand around my cock and jerking it hard.
Hannah sucks the dildo again, her fingers dipping between her pussy lips and teasing her clit, and I know she’s needy by the way her hips move, like she’s searching for the friction she needs.
When she gags again, pulling out the dick, she smiles at me mischievously before spitting on it, dragging her saliva up and down the shaft with her tongue, pressing a kiss to the tip, and winking at me.
“You’re a little fucking tease, aren’t you, Baby Draper?” I utter between my teeth, fucking my fist. “What are you going to do with that thing, huh? You gonna fuck it like it’s me?”
Hannah drags her tongue over her plump bottom lip, and I watch as she places the dildo onto the bed, holding it by the base and moving her body so the thick head is notched right against her perfect pussy.
I groan a string of muttered curses, jerking my dick, rubbing my palm over the head and collecting the leaking precum, getting my cock nice and wet, but not nearly wet enough.
“You wanna see this big, fat cock destroy my pussy, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I nod, staring at where she’s dragging her pussy up and down its length, eliciting an adorable little squeak from her when it grazes her clit. “I wish I was there.”
“So you could destroy my pussy instead?” She quirks a brow.
“No, baby.” I shake my head, grinning. “So I could rub your clit while I watch your greedy cunt take that thing all the way.”
She bites down on her lip, stifling a smile. “You’re not intimidated?”
“Do I wish it were my cock you were grinding on right now? Hell yeah.” I grunt, tugging hard on my dick. “But when it comes to toys, Baby Draper, the more the fucking merrier.”
She grins then, reaching out of view for something, and suddenly there’s a noticeable buzzing sound, and when she returns back in shot, I don’t miss the bright pink vibrator in her hand.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” I utter, shifting against my pillows to get nice and comfortable.
With another coy smile, Hannah holds the vibrator against her clit and slowly sinks down onto the dildo, the sound of it stretching her soaked pussy louder than the buzzing of the vibe, combining with her moans and bringing me to the fucking edge.
“Oh, fuck, yes, baby.” I groan, jerking my dick hard as I watch the thick fake cock disappear inside of her. “Look at you taking that big cock like a needy fucking girl.”
“Oh, shit, yes!” Hannah cries out before slamming down and taking it all until she’s almost fully seated, which is impressive because that thing would have to be at least nine inches, and it’s thick as fuck. I’m not small by any means, but I sure as shit ain’t nine fucking inches.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so full!” Hannah groans, one hand pushing up the jersey to give me a glimpse of one of her pretty tits as she palms it roughly.
“I know you are, but you’re a trooper. You can take it,” I encourage her through gruff, panting breaths. “I want to see you fuck that dick, Baby Draper. Pretend it’s me.”
“You wish,” she sasses, flashing me a playful scowl with her hazy, heavy-lidded eyes.
I huff a laugh. “Smart ass.”
Hannah shifts off her knees, planting her feet on the bed and spreading her thighs wide before doing exactly as I hoped. And the view of her holding that vibe against her clit while bouncing on that dildo is what every one of my X-rated dreams are made of.
“Fuck, I’m about to come, Baby Draper.” I grunt, my cock leaking with every pass of my palm, my balls tightening.
“I wanna see you come.” Hannah moans, circling her clit with the vibrator as she rides her fake dick like a fucking champ.
“You wanna watch me come for you, baby?” I grit through my clenched jaw, feeling that familiar knot of tension tightening at the base of my spine.
Her hips buck as she takes the dick so damn good. “Yes, I wanna see you come for me like a good fucking boy,” she commands.
And that’ll do it. Shoving my pants down over my hips, I flip my camera around and film myself as best I can, pumping my cock once, twice, three times before coming on a stifled roar, harder than I’ve ever come on my own before.
“Here it comes, Baby Draper. All for you.” And then ropes of cum spurt up over my stomach, my chest, fucking everywhere as I barely refrain from passing out.
“Oh, fuuuck!” Hannah cries out, the dildo buried deep inside of her, her body trembling as an orgasm tears through.
“Shit, I’m coming so hard…” She sucks in a stammering breath, looking down, and my hazy gaze follows to see the cum seeping out of her around the base of the fake dick, and fuck me if it’s not the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“I wanna see you lick it clean,” I say.
Still fighting for a breath, Hannah meets my eyes through the screen, and I see her wince ever so slightly as she lifts off the dildo, pulling it out of herself with a shudder and giggling when she sees the mess she made of her duvet.
But when she lifts the glistening cock to her lips, she pauses, meeting my eyes again with a mischievous smirk ghosting the corners of her mouth.
“You first.”
Confused, I arch a brow.
“Your hand,” she says, nodding at me. “Be a good boy and lick it clean.”
I glance down at my hand still covered in the remnants of my own orgasm and, I mean, I’ve never done this before, but hell, I’m game.
So, staring at her, I lift my hand to my mouth and clean the jizz from my skin with a few slow and determined licks, never once breaking eye contact and internally reveling at the way her mouth falls open, like she didn’t think I’d do it.
Honestly, I’m just as shocked. The things this woman is capable of making me do, I’d be in jail in some states.
“Yummy,” I murmur against my skin, licking the last of my mess up with a smug smirk.
“Holy shit, Happy Slater,” Hannah says on a revered sigh. “You might just be my match…” And with that, she sticks out her tongue and licks the length of the dildo from base to tip before wrapping her lips around it and humming as she swallows it down.
And I know, without a doubt, Hannah Draper is more than just my match; she’s my fucking all.
I bite back my cocky ass grin as I walk onto the plane, noticing the way Dallas’s head snaps up, followed by Robbie and Logan, all three of them watching me snake my way down the aisle with matching smirks and questioning gazes.
“Slater, where the hell have you been?” Coach Draper barks from his designated seat at the front of the plane. He doesn’t look up at me, but I stop anyway, hitching my backpack higher on my shoulder.
“Sorry, Coach.”
He grunts, and I take that as his acknowledgement, continuing down the aisle to my designated seat next to Loges.
I’ve successfully avoided everyone so far this morning, skipping breakfast in the dining room with the rest of the guys from the team and ordering straight to my room instead because whenever I’m on the road, I make sure to eat breakfast with Lucky over FaceTime. It’s our normal.
Dallas and Robbie talk quietly between themselves, obviously about me as I pass them, but I keep my chin held high, my grin firmly in place as I make my way to my seat and flop down into it with a contented sigh.
I’m fully aware of Logan’s laser focus homed in on me, but I purposely ignore him, allowing my head to fall back against the leather seat and closing my eyes.
It’s only when he clears his throat, sounding like an old man, that I open one eye, finding him right there, all up in my space like a kid who wants an autograph.
“’Sup?” I ask casually, closing my eye.
“’Sup?” Logan scoffs. “Um, how about you-know-who FaceTiming you while wearing your jersey and holding a goddamn dildo?”
I open my eyes then, my smile falling as I offer him a warning look. “Careful.”
He has the decency to hold his hands up in surrender, and I relax, my smile returning.
“So… what’s going on?” Logan presses.
I shake my head, dismissing his question. And normally I’m big on the morning-after details of my one-night conquests—can’t shut me up—but this is different; Hannah is most definitely not a one-night anything.
“How long has it been going on?”
I sniff a laugh, eyes still closed. “Dude, you sound like your girlfriend.”
Understandably, he whacks me with his elbow, and I grunt, accepting the blow because WAGs and family are off-limits. Rubbing my arm, I turn, looking at him in all seriousness. “I don’t know what it is. It’s new. But I like her. And… that’s all I can give you right now.”
Logan blinks at me, his face expressionless. “Holy shit…”
I nod, because I know he understands. “Yeah…”
My best friend nods, holding his fist in the air between us, and I bump my knuckles against his. And, without another word on the topic, we each relax back into our seats as the plane starts to taxi along the runway.