Chapter 16
Zac
My body lights up like fireworks on New Year’s Eve as my masked stranger presses inside me.
His dark eyes remain locked on mine, his fingers reaching up to brush my hair back.
Even with the condom, the barbell through his pierced cock adds to the sensation as he pulls out and thrusts again, filling me deeper.
“You’re gripping my dick so good,” he grits out, with a roll of his hips.
“Yes,” I moan as he presses closer to where I need him.
Holy shit.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
He drops his weight onto me, and my dick throbs between us as his lips find mine in a clash of tongue and teeth. More pre-cum leaks onto my abs as his hand glides from my neck to my hair, gripping it tight to keep me in place so he can own my mouth.
“You’re fucking addictive,” he grunts, nibbling a path along my jaw as he continues to thrust inside me.
I rake my hands down his back, smiling when he shivers at my touch. Tingles of pleasure shoot down my spine, and I squeeze around him, causing him to breathe out a long, drawn-out curse.
“That’s it, Romeo,” he whispers in my ear. “Milk my cock.”
“Holy fucking shit,” I groan in one breath as he rests his forehead against mine, reaching between us to fist my dick and jerk me at the same pace that he pounds into me.
“Come for me,” he murmurs, our breaths mingling.
He squeezes me tight, and my cock thickens, hot cum spraying over my abs. I buck into his grip, his thrusts turning animalistic as he chases his own release.
He shudders, and my chest tightens, wishing he’d call my name as he comes undone. Only he doesn’t know who I am.
Completely spent, he collapses on top of me, not caring about the sticky mess on my stomach as he buries his head in the crook of my neck with a low groan.
“That was… Wow.”
I chuckle and press my lips to his sweaty forehead. “Yeah, it was.”
Neither of us moves for a long time, simply content to lie here in the afterglow.
My fingers trail lazy patterns over his skin, and he hums, nibbling on my collarbone. His spent dick twitches inside me, and I laugh again.
“Someone’s insatiable,” I tease.
With a groan, he reaches down to grab the base of the condom and pulls out of me. He rolls off the bed to dispose of it, glancing over his shoulder with a cocky smile as he moves to the shower, twisting the taps.
“Get over here. I’m not done with you yet.”
My stomach flips, and I force myself to move slowly, not wanting to look overeager at the promise of his words.
When I step under the stream, he presses a kiss to my jaw before dropping to his knees and running his tongue over the mess on my abs.
My dick twitches to life, and he cups my balls before taking me deep into his mouth.
I grip his hair and lean my head back against the tiled wall as I roll my hips, fucking his throat until I’m crying out my second release.
Pulling him to his feet, I smash my lips to his, tasting both of us on my tongue. Tonight has been more than I anticipated. I’m not ready for it to end.
After cleaning each other up, we wrap towels around our waists and return to the bed. The connection between us is mindboggling, especially when we know absolutely nothing about one another. But we can’t stop kissing and touching.
“I want to see you again,” he murmurs against my lips, his fingers tangled in my hair.
I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, both of us still half-hidden behind our masks. “You want to reveal our identities?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.” His voice is soft, almost pleading. “I want to live in this bubble a little longer.”
“You want to meet up here again?” I try to hide the disappointment in my tone, but the flash of guilt in his eyes tells me he caught it.
He brushes his thumb along my jaw. “I wish we didn’t have to wait a month, but I’m not ready—”
I kiss him, letting him know I won’t force him into anything he’s not comfortable with.
“Is that a yes?” he asks when we pull apart, panting.
I huff a quiet laugh, trying to mask the flicker of warmth in my chest. “I want to see you again, but I can’t afford a room here.”
His lips tug into a grin. “I’ve got it covered.”
“You already paid for tonight.”
He shrugs. “Don’t sweat it. It’s no big deal.”
I bite my lip, knowing exactly how much the room costs. “Are you secretly loaded or something?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He runs his tongue over the seam of my mouth. “Just say you’ll meet me.”
“I’ll meet you,” I say, sealing my promise with a scorching kiss.
We win the next two games, and after beating Coleridge at home three-one, Jasper and Dane announce a party at their place to celebrate.
I glance at Noah, surprised to see him watching me, and he looks away quickly.
A tiny flutter stirs in my chest, but I push it down.
We’ve settled into friendship after sharing a room in Westhope, but he’s still dating Hannah, and I have my masked stranger.
Noah and I are the last to leave the change rooms, both of us briskly jogging towards the car park—winter is coming, and the nights are getting colder.
“So, are you coming past?” he asks casually, his hands buried in his pockets.
“Sure. Why not?”
A bicycle bell sounds behind us, and when Noah moves out of the way so they can pass, our shoulders brush. My breath hitches as an electric current shoots up my arm. Our gazes lock, but he’s the first to look away, clearing his throat and putting some distance between us.
“Great game tonight.”
I nod. “The team’s really vibing. Good work, captain.”
“It’s a team effort.” He grins, and my stomach flips.
Fuck.
I thought I was past this stupid thing.
We reach the car park, and I curse when I realise the interior light is still on in my car.
Noah laughs at my expense. “Rookie error.”
I level him with a look as I throw my bag in the back and slide into the driver’s seat. Turning the key in the ignition, there’s a faint click, then silence. I try again. Nothing.
Damn it.
Noah leans on the open door, a smirk playing on his lips. “Déjà vu?”
“Shut up,” I mutter, slumping back in my seat.
“It’s no big deal,” he says, waving at his bike a few parks away. “You can jump on with me. I’ll meet you back here tomorrow with Jasper’s car for a jump start.”
I snort. “You want me to ride on the back of your bike? I don’t think so.”
“Scared?” he teases.
Of how my body will react pressed up against his? Yeah, I’m terrified.
“You don’t have much of a choice,” he points out, gesturing to the emptying car park. “I doubt anyone will hear their phone over the music if they’re already at our place.”
I groan, knowing he’s right.
“Come on.”
I reluctantly follow him to his bike, trying to ignore the quick, uneven rhythm of my heart. Noah hands me a spare helmet with a smirk. He’s loving this role reversal. With a muttered curse, I pull the helmet over my head and fasten the strap, but I’m in no hurry to climb on behind him.
“I’ll go easy on the corners,” he says, misreading my hesitation. Clearly, he’s not affected by me the way I am with him, but our friendship is still finding its footing, and I don’t want to freak him out if I can’t keep my dick in check.
I cast one last look at my car before releasing a heavy sigh. Karma’s a bitch.
Stepping up to him, I hold his arm as I swing my leg over the back of the bike—the seat is narrower than I expected, and the leather’s cold through my jeans.
I do my best to keep some distance between us, but Noah’s muffled voice comes through the helmet, teasing but firm. “You’ll have to sit closer, Kincaid. Unless you want us both on the bitumen.”
My jaw tightens, and I hesitate before shifting forward until my knees are pressing against his sides. The warmth of him is impossible to ignore as it seeps through the layers of clothes separating us.
“Better?” I grit out, gripping the side of his leather jacket.
He laughs, the sound lost under the growl of the engine as the bike rumbles to life, vibrating up through my legs.
The ride’s surprisingly smooth as we pull out of the car park, and my hands reflexively slide around his waist. I tell myself to focus on the road, the wind, anything else, but all I can think about is the steady rhythm of his breathing, the heat of his back pressed against my chest, and the uneasy thrum of something else between us.
Ten minutes is an eternity when every bump, every lean, every subtle shift of weight reminds me that he’s right there. Thankfully, my dick behaves, but by the time we pull up outside his house, my nerves are completely shot.
The party is in full swing, with laughter and music floating out to the street every time the front door opens and closes as partygoers arrive.
Noah kills the engine, kicking the stand down, and I scramble off the back, catching myself as I stumble. His shoulders shake with laughter as he swings his leg off the bike with effortless ease. I fumble with the helmet, our fingers brushing when I pass it to him.
The contact is brief, but enough to cause a buzzing in my chest, and I force myself to step back. When I turn away from him, I notice Hannah stepping out of her friend’s car, and guilt flares in my stomach.
Her eyes flick to us, curiosity plain on her face. It’s the same look I’ve seen when she catches me watching Noah, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking.
Completely oblivious to my inner chaos, Noah nudges me forward, grinning and waving when he spots his girlfriend. He swings his arm over her shoulder when we reach her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Great game tonight,” she says, beaming up at him.
“Thanks, babe.” He pushes open the door, the sound assaulting us.
I spot Blake and Everett chatting to some girls in the living room and beeline for them.
Ritter joins us a few minutes later.
“What took you so long?” he asks, handing me a beer.
I grimace. “Flat battery.”
“So, what did you do?”
“Got a lift with the captain.”
Everett snorts, spilling his beer. “On his bike? That would have been cosy.”
“Fuck off,” I say, shoving his shoulder.
The guys laugh, and I take a swig of my drink, trying to settle the heat rising in my chest. The back of my neck prickles, and I glance around, spotting Noah and Hannah across the room, the latter still watching me.
Noah catches my eye, giving me an easy grin that knots my stomach. Why the fuck can’t I shake him from my system? I have my mysterious masked shadow from Euphoria to set my body alight, even if it’s only within the confines of the club.
Theo struts in, obnoxious as always, clapping shoulders and high-fiving anyone within reach. He’s still riding the team’s coattails and trying to pick up any Beckford Banshee desperate enough to hook up with him.
I roll my eyes and turn back to my mates just as Blake cracks a terrible joke, and Everett mutters a string of curses at him.
I let myself get pulled back in, laughing along and tossing a comment at Blake to keep the banter going.
The distraction works for a bit, but as the laughter dies down, my eyes flick to Noah again.
I need to stop thinking about my straight captain.