34. Will
WILL
Ishould be focused on this game right now, but all I can think about is fucking Porter.
I’d been thinking about it a lot before then, but since our call last night, it’s basically the only thing on my mind.
The vision of sinking my dick into his tight hole has had me half chubbed all night and all morning, despite my orgasm while Nathan was out.
The sooner we win this game, the sooner we’ll be on the bus back. And the better we do, the happier everyone will be, so I need to focus. The last thing I want is for a bus ride back with the guys being pissed off and sulking about a loss we shouldn’t have.
I’m also getting closer and closer to scoring my one hundredth career point, which is a huge deal, so I can’t start slacking now.
I want to text Porter good numbers after the game for goals and assists, too.
I know he doesn’t really give a shit about lacrosse, but I still like the idea of bragging a little bit and seeming good at what I do.
We just scored even though I was no help, so we reset for the face-off. The whistle blows, and Decker is fighting for the ball in the center. He comes up with it, and we make our way back down the field to their goal. We were a little flat in the first half, but now we’re picking it up.
I cut across the field, my stick raised, calling for the pass.
Decker sees me and launches it over. I catch it, cradling the ball as I sprint toward the net.
Their defense collapses in on me, but I fake left, then spin right, creating just enough space to rifle a shot past the goalie’s shoulder.
The net ripples, and my teammates swarm me.
Most goals aren’t that easy, but I love when they are.
“Nice one, Carter!” My teammates clap my helmet as we jog back to midfield to do it all over again. This is the momentum we need.
They win the next face-off, so we’re forced to defend our goal. One of their guys tries to beat me to the net, but I press up against him, checking his stick, and he loses control, but he beats me to the ground ball. Shit.
The guy I’m covering passes to a teammate, and they manage to get a shot off, but our goalie saves it. Another one of our middies breaks free from his defender for our goalie to clear the ball to him, and we start making our way back down the field.
Two minutes later, I have possession of the ball again, and am able to position myself behind the net when I spot Andrews cutting to the crease. I whip the ball around the corner, and he catches it mid-stride, burying it before the goalie can react. Another assist for me.
The game continues like this—a back and forth battle, but we’re gaining momentum to make up for our shit first half.
With thirty seconds left, we’re up by one.
They’ve got the ball, pushing hard. I’m covering my guy, stick up, when I see the pass coming.
I intercept it and immediately break for their goal.
Time seems to slow as I get closer, and the goalie charges out.
I fake a shot, then dodge around him, tapping the ball into the empty net with ten seconds left on the clock.
The final whistle blows, and I let out a relieved sigh—we’ve won. There’s no way they’re going to come back in seconds, meaning I’ll finish with three goals and two assists. Putting me at ninety-eight career points, so fucking close to the one hundredth point milestone.
As we’re walking off the field, Coach pulls me aside. “Will, hell of a game today. Especially in the second half.”
“Thanks, Coach.”
“Glad the next game is at home. Make sure you tell your folks to come.”
I nod, already thinking about texting Porter as we shower and change in the locker room, packing up to head back home. The thought of seeing him soon, of hopefully being in him soon, fills me with wild anticipation.
As soon as I have a free minute, I pull out my phone to text him.
Will
Pulled off the win today. Three goals and two assists. Only two more points till my one hundredth of my career!
I smile to myself, really proud I’m so close. Hopefully, I can convince him to come to my game to watch. Coach told me to invite my parents, but they’d already planned to be there.
Porter
Looking to celebrate?
I honestly hadn’t thought about it, but my plans obviously have to include him. Before I can question if my response is too much, I type back.
Will
I was hoping it would involve you in some lace, Kitten.
He’s been teasing me with those panties, refusing to wear them, and I think he knows holding out on me and teasing me with it just makes me more desperate for him.
He’s right, of course. I’ll beg tonight if I have to.
Porter
We’ll see if you get that lucky ;)
Such a brat, but it only makes me want him more as I count down the minutes until we get back to campus.