Chapter 5 #2
I grab my beer and take a sip, glancing down at my phone to check for messages from Boone, but there aren’t any.
Shoving my phone back into my coat pocket, I look up and spot him across the bar.
My sexy stranger.
He’s with the same guy he was with last time, but this time they’re dressed like regular guys. I didn’t notice that when I saw him in the tunnel earlier.
“Bouche!” Hen grabs my shoulders from behind. “One more shot.”
“No, man. We fly out tomorrow, remember? Don’t want to be hungover for that.”
“Come oooon,” he whines, making me grin.
“I don’t do peer pressure, man.” I kiss his forehead. “You good to get home?”
“Always. Party pooper.”
“See you guys tomorrow,” I holler at my teammates, winking at Andres before turning back around and making eye contact with my sexy stranger.
Will he follow me outside again? Do I want him to? Okay, that’s a dumb question. Of course I want him to. And I want more than a hand down my pants. I let my gaze linger before tugging on my coat lapel and walking through the club.
Outside, I hesitate, giving him time to catch up if he wants to, but then I start walking, heading back to the arena and my car.
Quickly though, I hear the quiet thud of steps and I turn to see him right behind me. He nods in acknowledgment, sliding his hands into the pockets of his leather bomber jacket. I liked the other look better, but he definitely doesn’t look like a hit man this time.
Once we cross the street, he closes the distance between us, falling into step right beside me. Damn, he’s fast. And quiet. If I weren’t always on guard, he could probably sneak up on me.
“Hi,” he says, pressing me against my car when we reach it.
“Get in?”
A smile tugs at his lips. “Sure.”
I unlock the door and open the back. My sexy stranger slides inside across the leather seats to wait for me.
“Nice game,” he says.
“Thanks.” I close the door, then pause, unsure what to do now that I have him. Fortunately, I don’t have to figure it out as he takes the lead.
He flicks the button of his jeans open then unzips them so I can see his erection pressing against the material of his briefs. As he tugs his t-shirt up slightly, my mouth waters at the sight of all the freckles on his flat stomach. He’s covered in them.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Want to suck me?” he asks, rubbing his swollen cock.
“I was thinking of the other way around.”
He smiles slightly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
That’s when I finally notice he has an accent. I’m not sure where from, but it sounds Scandinavian or maybe Eastern European. I’m not good at these things.
“Where are you from?”
He raises an eyebrow. “New Jersey,” he says, but his grin lets me know he’s obviously joking.
Best if I don’t know that much about him anyway. I shift my attention to the movement of his hand as he strokes himself through his clothes, then he yanks his briefs down and lets his cock spring free. Yep, that’s fucking nice.
I dive in, wasting no time at all as I wrap my lips around his shaft. His skin is heated and slightly sticky, but his scent is outrageous. I can smell whatever bodywash he uses in the shower, but it’s mixed with something heady and earthy that must be his natural scent.
I do my best to swallow all of him, choking on his impressive length.
He wraps my hair around his fingers, tugging hard enough to sting, and his soft moans make my cock leak.
I could get off like this—a dick in my mouth, me rubbing against my clothes and the seat to give me just enough friction, but I’d rather not.
I’d love to see what he looks like with my dick in his mouth.
I slide my hand up his belly and under his shirt to squeeze his pecs. He groans as I flick his nipple on one side, then the other, bucking his hips slightly.
“Open your pants,” he grunts.
Reaching down, I follow his instructions, happy not to overthink what’s happening. He’s got this, and I’m okay with that.
“Is your dick out?” he asks, bucking his hips slightly so I feel his cock in the back of my throat.
“Yes,” I mumble as best I can.
“Good. Keep sucking me.”
I do, closing my eyes and inhaling his amazing scent, feeling the surprising softness of his skin beneath my touch, and mindlessly rubbing against the car seat.
The taste of his precum explodes on my tongue and I moan. Fuck, that’s good. Suddenly, he pulls away, pushing me onto my back and sliding his hot mouth onto my aching cock. He tugs his shirt over his head, managing to only pop off me for a second.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, sliding my hands into his hair. It’s as soft as it looks, the lamp outside highlighting just how red it is.
While he sucks me like his life depends on it, I run my hands over his freckled shoulders, fucking his throat slowly, dragging the pleasure out as long as possible.
He’s so fucking good at this. He slides his hand lower, massaging my balls as he sucks me so good I feel lightheaded.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.” I tighten my grip on his hair. “Seriously. I’m gonna…”
He doesn’t let off me at all, taking my entire load when it hits. I throw my head back, moaning and panting as he milks my balls dry with his talented mouth, white stars flashing behind my eyelids.
Then his weight shifts and he’s on top of me, straddling my chest and stroking himself. I open my eyes in time to see his eyelids flutter, his hand moving swiftly up and down his shaft, and I can’t hold back. I lift my head and open my mouth, grunting to get his attention.
“Fuck,” he moans, snapping his hips so the head of his cock meets my tongue.
“Give it to me,” I whisper, holding on to his hips. “I want it.”
He grunts, leaning forward enough that I can take him in my mouth again.
His taste is salty, but it’s his scent that has my cock twitching for more.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, trembling as the first sticky rope lands on my tongue. “Fuuuuuck,” he moans, pumping his hips as I squeeze his tight ass to keep him in my mouth.
I suck him through it until he shivers and falls back, leaning against the door, watching me with hooded eyes and his dick out. I’m sure I look much the same.
After a few seconds, he chuckles. “Jesus, you’re fun.”
I grunt in response and watch him tuck himself into his jeans again and get his shirt and jacket back on.
Would he fuck me? I get the feeling he’s far from being a bottom.
I love it, but I’ve rarely done it with a partner.
My interactions are too quick and anonymous for that, but remembering the weight of his cock on my tongue has my hole craving it.
He pulls a card from the inside pocket of his coat and tosses it toward me. It lands on my thigh and I pick it up to read it. All it says is Wraith, followed by a phone number.
“What is this?”
He shrugs. “In case you want to hook up. You can call whenever you want, Bouche.”
“Your name is Wraith?” I raise an eyebrow. “What kind of name is that?”
“A good one. Besides, do names really matter at this point?”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Not really, no.”
“Home game again next week, right?”
I nod. “Wednesday.”
“I’m around Wednesday.”
“And this is… It’s still…”
“A secret? I got you. I’m very good at keeping secrets.”
I don’t know why, but I believe him. Wraith leans in and kisses me softly. Almost sweetly. Much too intimate for what we just did, but I don’t hate it.
“Good luck,” he says before slipping out of my car and walking away like nothing happened.
I lean my head back against the seat to take in this moment. That was so fucking hot, and then he just bailed like the perfect hookup.
Staring down at his card, I end up laughing. A quick piece of ass after each home game sounds like a damn good way to finish off the season.
After I move to the front seat and start the car, I press the Bluetooth to dial Boone. This time he answers quickly.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“Uh, just leaving Chirps. Where are you?”
“Home.”
“You said you were coming tonight.”
“I did. I was there. I saw the game.”
“Why weren’t you in your seat?”
“I don’t know, man. I was feeling agitated tonight so I walked around a lot. Sometimes sitting for too long is hard for me.”
“Yeah, I know.” It’s always been like that for him. “So you were there?”
“Yep. That goal Landham made in the third was fucking badass. He’s so fast on his skates.”
“He is.”
“No fights for you tonight?”
“Nah, Tampa’s pretty chill most of the time, but we’re battling Colorado tomorrow so you might see some action if you watch.”
“Of course I’ll watch.”
“Do you need company or do you want to come over?”
“Nah, I’m good. Plus, you travel tomorrow. You don’t need me messing up your routine.”
“You know I don’t mind when you want to hang out. I’ll make time.”
“I know, Pax, but it’s late and I’m tired. I’ll talk to you when you get back.”
“Sounds good.”
I end the call, feeling slightly better that Boone was at the game. He sounded pretty good too. I got to bust a nut and win a game, and my family is safe.
Pretty good night.