58. Salem
SALEM
T he half-time buzzer rings out, and we pile back to the locker room, up twelve points against Phoenix.
“Good lookin’” I say, catching the towel a locker room attendant throws my way. I crash into the chair, dry off, and down some water.
I’m reaching for my phone when Onyx says, “Hey!” and drops into the seat next to me. “Thanks for having my back with that rebound at the end of the first.”
“No doubt.”
I unlock my phone and click on Blue’s text.
Blue
What I imagine your piercings feel like raw
“I thought the spin was good?—”
“My bad!” I jump to my feet, cutting Onyx off. “Gotta piss.” I grab my headphones and beeline toward the bathroom. I thumb my headphones into my ears and hit play as I pop into an empty stall.
Blue’s naked in his bed on his knees with his ass facing the camera. Based on the light, it looks like he recorded it this morning.
His lats are pressed in as he twists his torso to face the camera and flashes me a filthy grin.
Goddamn.
I trail down the muscle of his back to the swell of his sexy ass. I could never work out with him. He’d start a squat and end up on my dick.
I lean in toward the phone as he bends forward, revealing a silver ring pressed against his rim.
Spreading his legs, he rolls his hips forward, separating the globes of his ass to give me a better view.
Fuuuck.
His hand reaches back, and a finger curls around the ring.
A soft grunt spills from his lips as he tugs on it, and a large metal mushroom-shaped bead pops out.
I bite my fist to stifle my groan.
He keeps pulling, his head falling back as he moans, and another bead pops out, this one slightly bigger and shaped like a marble, and another.
Imagining him fingering himself open to stuff all of them inside has me reaching into the drawstring of my jersey and compression shorts and pumping myself for some relief.
After the last bead pops out, he bends forward and brings the camera closer to show me his opened hole.
“It can’t wait to be bred,” he rasps, and the video ends.
Fuuuck.
My strokes reach the edge, and I pull back.
Why the hell did I agree to this promise?
I open the camera and snap a picture of my dick.
Me
Cruel. How am I supposed to go back out there with this?
I add the picture of my dick and hit send.
Me
You’re so damn sexy. Sorry in advance for what I’m gonna do to you tonight.
“Time to saddle up,” someone calls out.
I groan. “Yep!” I call back.
Thank god for compression shorts .
Turns out being horny as fuck gives you a power boost. We clutched the dub, and I hit a season high of assists, blocks, and rebounds.
After I get through on-court interviews and head back to the locker room, I reach for my phone to check the Royals’ final score. Their tipoff was an hour before ours.
I see a text from Blue.
I pop in my headphones even though the cover shot of the video shows him dressed in a beanie and long-sleeved denim button-down shirt.
I hit play. He flashes me a sweet grin. It looks like he’s leaving the Royals’ arena.
Grr. Why couldn’t I have a game closer to LA than Phoenix?
“Congrats on the win,” someone says.
“Thanks,” he replies over his shoulder.
His gaze returns to the camera. “Bring it.” His eyes soften. “I love you. Hurry home.”
The video ends.
I stow away my phone and race to the shower.