Chapter 14 He’s Not A Puck Bunny, You CroTchety Old Bitch #2
Fuck yes, that reaction is exactly what I want. The confirmation that he finds my flexibility sexy, that I do it for him, and maybe…he’ll say yes to my indecent proposal.
“I happened to catch some of the post-game conference, too.”
“Oh yeah? Did you hear anything interesting?”
He shrugs, a lazy smile on his face.
“There might have been a sound bite or two that caught my attention. I’m sure whatever or whoever you were playing for tonight feels honored. And proud. I’m sure they can’t stop thinking about you, Goat.”
I slowly blink my eyes closed, letting out a shaky breath. Fuck, but I want him. I want him so bad, I feel the ache deep in my bones.
“Yeah, well, I hope that whoever I was playing for tonight knows it was all for them. That they were on my mind every second, and that I still can’t shake them. They’re keeping me awake.”
“Too bad you’re sharing a room with Miles, or else I’d say hang up and resort to Old Faithful to help you fall asleep.”
“Old faithful?” I ask, my voice tipping up at the end. I know exactly what he’s referring to, but something deep in my gut wants to hear him say the words. Elliot’s cheeks flush, but I don’t drop his gaze.
“Yeah, you know.” He makes a vague gesture with his hand, but I don’t give in. I raise a brow, willing him to go on. “Masturbating. Jerking off is the tried and true way to catch some z’s when you can’t sleep. That’s what I was doing when—”
He cuts himself off, smacking his lips together, but it’s too late. The heat building in my belly has reached a boiling point, blood pooling in my groin as my dick swells. Elliot laying in bed, his cock in his hand, hips thrusting as he pleasures himself…
God that thought fucking turns me on. I am desperate to see what he looks like when he’s touching himself.
I’m aching to know if it was me he was thinking about while he fucked his fist, if he was disappointed that I called him before he could finish or if he answered because he wanted me to help him over the edge.
Fuck waiting until Sunday.
“Sorry, Alex. That was inappropriate. I was just—”
“Did you finish?” I ask, cutting him off. Elliot’s eyes go wide, his pupils blown out. He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again.
“What?”
“Did you finish? Did you come, or were you still jerking off when I called you?”
I watch as the muscles in his throat work, bobbing and straining as he swallows.
His Adam’s apple is prominent, bulging and dusted with stubble.
Not for the first time, I find myself wanting to lean in and rub my cheek over it, to stick my tongue out to feel the texture of his hair and taste the salt of his skin.
“I…I was still going. That’s why it took me so long to answer. I had to…compose myself.”
My mouth waters, and goosebumps erupt over my skin as I summon the bravery to ask my next question.
“Will you finish for me now?”
The air in the room is thick and stifling, something hot and buzzy flooding my system.
“You…you want to watch me jerk off?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
He nibbles on his bottom lip, and the bolt of lust that hits me in the stomach nearly knocks me over. He might as well be nibbling on my lip for how much the simple movement turns me on.
“You already won your game, though. You said that if we…you know. You said it would be a good luck charm thing.”
“Tonight was just one game. Hockey season isn’t over yet.”
“I still…I still need time to think…”
He trails off, his inevitable “no” hanging between us, but I’m not ready to give up on him. Not just yet.
“I know. And if you don’t want to do this, just say no and I’ll stop pushing.
But if we do…this won’t change anything.
You still have time to think, and I won’t hold this against you.
I won’t make you feel bad if we do this tonight and you decide that you don’t want anything else from me.
I just want to see you, El. I want to watch you fall apart. ”
I can see him tremble as he lets out a shaky breath.
“I didn’t want to do this for the first time over the phone.”
“But you do want to do it?” I can’t help the cocky way my lips tip up into a grin. Elliot sighs, but I can feel his resolve cracking.
Good. I want him to feel as undone as I do.
“We still need to talk, but I can’t say no to you. I want to show off for you. I want to watch you watching me, but I have one condition. Will you touch yourself too, Alex?”
An honest to god whimper escapes my throat as my cock throbs in my pants, leaking precum and leaving me feeling sticky.
“Fuck, yeah. I want it. I need to.”
Elliot hums, his eyes fluttering closed.
“And you’ll let me watch?”
I nod, muttering an affirmation.
“You’re sharing a hotel room. What about Miles?”
“We don’t have to share rooms. Miles is next door, and he’s got super-duped up ear plugs and could sleep through the rapture.
I’m sure he won’t hear,” I rasp, and Elliot snaps into action, standing from the bed and crossing the room.
He sets his phone against something so that he’s hands free and whips his shirt over his head.
“Prop your phone up on the sink and stand back. I want to see as much of you as I can.”
I do as he says, and my hands itch to push down the waistband of my pajama pants.
But Elliot hasn’t said that I should yet, and I want to do right by him.
My excitement is obvious, though. The tent I’m pitching is impossible to hide at this angle, and from the way Elliot’s eyes are drawn downwards, he has definitely noticed.
“Jesus, you’re really turned on, aren’t you? You’re so hard, Alex. Can I see? Will you take your pants off so I can see your cock?”
My hands are jittery as I push down my pjs, my throbbing cock bobbing free as I step out of the flannel. Elliot hisses, and when I look back up, his pants are off, too.
Holy shit, Elliot is naked in front of me.
Well, not in front of me. In front of his phone, but I can see him. Can see how long his cock is, the way he’s red and slick at his tip, how he teases the tops of his furry thighs with his fingertips. My stomach swoops, and I feel like I could come just looking at him.
Elliot Baker is, without a doubt, the sexiest person I have ever seen in my entire life.
How I went twenty-seven years without realizing I’m queer is a mystery.
Or maybe not. Maybe I’ve just been waiting for Elliot to open my eyes all along.
“Fuck, look at how thick you are.”
I whimper as my hands clench at my sides. I feel hot and tight everywhere, like every inch of my skin has been pulled taut. I’ve never been so turned on in my whole life. I’m fucking aching to grab myself, to stroke hard and fast and release some of this tension.
“El, I need…I need to touch myself.”
“Are you waiting for my permission?”
I bite my lip and nod.
“Do you have lube with you?”
I shake my head no, but then notice the travel sized bottle of unscented hotel lotion sitting next to the small bar of hand soap.
“I have lotion,” I rasp, watching as Elliot pops the cap on a bottle of clear liquid and lets it dribble into his huge palm. The sight of him makes my mouth go dry, and I watch, absolutely mesmerized as I fumble with the lotion and squeeze too much into my own hand.
He is…gorgeous. All hard lines and bulging muscles, thick thighs and hair everywhere. He’s tall and broad, big enough that I know he could take a little manhandling from me if I wanted to throw him down on a bed and have my way with him.
But let’s be honest, I’d rather him throw me around himself.
Elliot is everything I never knew I found attractive and I want him so badly that it hurts. Being this fucking turned on hurts.
“Go ahead. Grip your cock and stroke it, long and slow. Just like me. Watch and do exactly what I do.”
And watch, I do. I watch as he grabs onto himself and works his fist in an agonizingly slow stroke. His fingers brush over his head, gathering precum before stroking back down to the base.
“Touch yourself, Alex.”
The words are barely a whisper, but the demand is clear.
Lotioned hand on my cock, I mirror Elliot’s movements and fuck slowly into my fist. The relief is immediate and not nearly enough, even as my thighs begin to tremble and my knees threaten to buckle.
My eyes flutter closed, and I sink into the pleasure.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want to see those pretty amber eyes light up. We’re supposed to be watching each other, remember?”
Fuck.
I blink my eyes open again, my vision hazy with lust as I settle back on my phone.
Elliot is standing back, fist on his cock, thumb teasing the head.
I do the same to myself, spreading precum around and shivering at the sensation.
He hums his approval, slowly stroking up and down.
I mirror every movement, and each shuttle of my fist over sensitive skin sends pleasure skittering down my spine.
Thank god he made me open my eyes. I don’t want to miss a second of this. Not the veins in his hands, not the way his quads tighten and release as his hips thrust lightly to meet each stroke. I definitely don’t want to miss the way his lips part as he sighs my name.
“You…Elliot...you’re so hot. How are you real?”
“I wonder the same thing about you all the time, baby. You look so pretty with your cock in your hand. I wish I was there with you. There’s so much I can show you. So many ways I can touch you. Dying to get my hands on you. Fucking dying to feel you.”
Elliot’s hand works faster as he talks, forearm flexing and straining as his hips punch.
His cock is right there in front of the camera, and every time his hand moves down and the slick head peeks out, I find myself wanting to lean in and give it a lick.
My own strokes become faster and more frantic while Elliot continues to murmur dirty things through the phone.
He tells me how sexy I am, how pretty, how perfect.
He tells me how badly he wants his hands on me, and I’m losing any semblance of control.
I feel the pleasure twisting in my gut, pulling everything tight.
“El,” I whimper, so fucking close to edge that I feel like I might cry from holding back. “I’m there…I need…please…”
“Fuck, baby. Are you asking me if you can come?”
I nod, panting, leaking all over myself and biting my tongue while I try to hold myself together. I want his permission. I need him to tell me it’s okay to fall.
“Go ahead, Alex. Come for me, sweetness. Show me what a good boy you are and come everywhere.”
The tension snaps like a rubber band, and I unravel.
I gasp, losing my breath as the orgasm crashes over me.
Hot spurts of cum shoot from my tip, coating my hand and the sink with my sticky release.
My ears buzz, my knees buckle, and as I work myself through the waves of pleasure, I have to grip the edge of the sink to keep myself steady.
Elliot is there on the other side of my phone, muttering little praises while watching me with dark eyes.
“My turn,” he grunts, and as my orgasm continues to ebb and flow through me, I force my focus back on the show he’s putting on. “What did I say? Eyes on me, Alex. Watch me come. Watch what you do to me. See how fucking wild you make me.”
He barely has the words out before he’s groaning, throwing his head back and coming everywhere.
His mess gets all over his fist, his thighs, even his phone.
It seems to go on forever, and I’m hypnotized as I watch him paint the room with his cum.
When Elliot starts murmuring my name and shivering as he works his sensitive cock, milking the last of his orgasm, my dick threatens to harden again.
“Thank you,” I say after a long moment, then laugh at the absurdity of those two words. Elliot laughs too, and he quickly wipes himself off with a t-shirt and pulls his pants back up. I do the same, then nibble on my lip while I wait for him to tell me what comes next.
“Thank you, Alex. I needed that, and you did so fucking good for me. Go lay down, baby. Get some sleep. We’ll talk soon, okay?”
We hang up and I crawl back into bed, then sleep better than I have in a long, long time.