Chapter 13 Grayson
Grayson
I had never been so excited to return to the locker room after the second period. I immediately opened my locker and checked my phone, grinning like an idiot when I saw her text.
Josie: I know you don’t have your phone on you, but I wanted to let you know I just watched you get absolutely smashed into the wall. You didn’t smile, but that hit put a smile on MY face! Thanks for that.
Me: Are you still smiling? Because I sure as hell am.
“Steele!” our head coach snapped. “Put your goddamn fucking phone away. You can send dick pics when the game is over.”
Next to me, Mason barked a laugh.
“Sorry, coach,” I replied, but my smile didn’t fade.
We tied the game in the third period, but then lost in overtime. My teammates were dejected, but I still felt like I had come out on top tonight.
I waited until I was in bed later that night to send another text.
Me: Hey, I realize you might have missed the second period. So in case you didn’t see it, here’s a YouTube link to the goal I scored.
Josie: Your prediction didn’t come true, though. You didn’t score when you stole the puck from number twelve. You scored later.
Me: That’s the kind of technicality someone makes when they know they’re wrong.
Josie: I know hockey players aren’t very bright, so I’m going to explain this slowly for you.
Do you see that number at the top of the screen?
That’s called a clock. It shows 17:58 when you scored.
There are 20 minutes in a hockey period, which means it took you over 2 minutes to score. Twice as long as you predicted.
Me: Still nitpicking the details? Smh. Just admit I proved you wrong. I can score anytime I want.
Josie: I bet that’s what you tell all your bros after striking out at the club.
I couldn’t help but laugh. That was a good one.
But I’m glad she couldn’t see my reaction. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
Me: You said goals are sexier than assists, so I scored a goal. On demand. I’m good at giving people what they want.
Josie: Are you sure about that? Because you guys didn’t win the game. Seems kind of selfish to brag about a meaningless personal goal when you lost.
Me: I’m just one man. There’s only so much I can do in a team sport.
Josie: Ah, so you CAN act humble, but only when you need to spread out your personal failure among your teammates. That’s some great leadership from the captain.
I let out an annoyed snarl and resisted the urge to throw my phone across the room. This woman was insufferable. And I had to spend an entire basketball game with her tomorrow night.
Feeling vindictive, I opened TikTok and checked her channel. She’d been posting a lot more lately, but her videos still weren’t very impressive. I took a screenshot of one of them and sent it to her.
Me: Speaking of humble, your most recent video got 30,000 views. Wow. I hope you don’t let all that fame go to your head.
Josie: You’re stalking my channel now? Creep.
Me: I wish your videos were interesting enough to stalk. Maybe if you showed some cleavage you’d get more views.
Josie: I know a millionaire athlete like you can’t possibly relate to us normal people, but 30k views is kind of a big deal for me. I made two hundred dollars from affiliate links today.
Me: Two HUNDRED dollars?
Me: American dollars?
Me: Wow. Your rich. I hope you don’t let your new fortune go to your head.
Josie: It’s spelled YOU’RE, not YOUR. Maybe if you paid attention in college rather than playing a stupid game you would’ve gotten a real education.
Me: Yeah, it was incredibly stupid of me to focus on hockey. It only led to a career as a professional athlete who’s famous AND rich. In my next life, I’ll major in TikTok Influencing 101 so I can post makeup videos after my day job selling beer to hockey fans.
Josie: Fuck you, asshole.
Me: Fuck you, too. Can’t wait for our date tomorrow.
I smiled in satisfaction. If this text thread was a battle, I had decisively won. And I didn’t feel bad about being an asshole since she was the one who started it.
I turned out the light and went to sleep.
*
I was sitting in a restaurant, eating a cheeseburger and fries, dimly aware of background noise elsewhere in the restaurant.
I was in a private room, hidden from all the other patrons.
That was the only way I could eat in peace these days, otherwise I’d have fans constantly coming up to ask for autographs.
But then the curtain partition shifted, and someone walked inside.
“I’ll take a selfie with you after I’m done eating,” I said.
When there was no response, I finally looked up from my food. It wasn’t a fan who was standing next to my table.
It was her.
“A selfie?” Josie smirked down at me. “I wouldn’t take a selfie with you unless you paid me.”
I put down my burger and wiped my hands on my napkin. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I was here first,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, which pushed her breasts up a little higher.
Keeping my eyes glued to her face, I replied, “You just got here. I was eating dinner in peace before you barged in.”
“Go ahead and look.”
“Huh?”
“You’re trying very hard not to stare at my chest. Just do it. You know you want to.”
Her attitude was different than normal. Still confrontational, but with a note of… playfulness? I couldn’t quite place it.
I turned back to my meal. “Pass.”
I blinked, and suddenly Josie was straddling me in the chair. “I don’t believe what you said.”
Blood rushed to my cock. “What did I say?”
“That you can score any time you want.”
“I was talking about hockey.”
Her smile deepened. “I wasn’t. I bet you never get laid.”
I could feel the heat between her legs, radiating through her jeans and down into my crotch. I was harder than a hockey puck.
“I do just fine,” I replied.
“Oh yeah?” she taunted, leaning close enough for me to feel her breath on my cheek. “Prove it.”
Confusion swirled within me. I hated this woman, but also… I wanted her. Badly.
She snorted and leaned back. “That’s what I thought.”
In a flash, I stood up and pushed her onto the table, knocking the plate of food away. I grabbed a handful of her hair and crushed my lips to hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. She responded with her entire body, kissing me back and wrapping her legs around me.
I blinked again, and suddenly we were both nude from the waist-down. My erection pressed against her belly, and she reached between us to grab hold of me, wrapping one finger at a time around my hard length. Moving me lower, guiding me between her drenched lips.
“Admit it,” she breathed, tongue lashing out against my lower lip. “You want to fuck me.”
“I want to eat my dinner in peace.”
“You can eat later,” she purred, gliding my tip against her swollen entrance. “Admit it.”
“No.”
“If you admit it,” she said, “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
She blinked up at me through her eyelashes expectantly. Taunting me.
And just like that, I felt all of my protests die away.
I grabbed her by the waist and drove my cock deep into her pussy in one long stroke.
Josie wrapped her legs tightly around me and let out a long moan. “Oh, fuck, that’s exactly what I needed.”
“You feel good,” I gritted out.
“Shut up and prove you can score,” she insisted. “Fuck me like a real man.”
The two of us grinned at each other. I pulled back, preparing to show her no mercy.
*
I bolted upright in bed, panting like I’d just spent two minutes on the ice defending a power play. It was only a dream. An extremely vivid dream. I could still feel her inner walls tightening around me, squeezing like a vice while she gazed up at me with those big, doe-like eyes.
My cock ached painfully, so I threw back the sheets and took hold of myself in a fist. I slapped urgently at the bedside table, grabbing my phone so I could open a porn site.
But while trying to swipe over to a browser, I accidentally re-opened TikTok.
It was still on the video of Josie giving makeup instructions, leaning toward the camera while using a brush on her face.
The sight of her reignited all the feelings from my dream, the way she smiled and slid her tongue into my mouth while we kissed. Without thinking about it, I was stroking myself with a tight fist while Josie’s voice filled my head.
I barely lasted twenty seconds before groaning and shooting warm come all over my belly. It was more intense than I expected, my eyes clenching shut as I continued to come, rope after rope until my balls were drained and my hand stopped moving.
I relaxed back into my pillow and opened my eyes. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time, and certainly never from just jacking off.
“You only want a pea-sized amount,” Josie explained in the video. “One on each cheek, gently rubbing in a circle until it’s absorbed…”
I gave myself a shake. Yeah, Josie was far from ugly, but I hated her. We had done nothing but argue and insult each other since we’d met. Shame and disgust washed over me, and I quickly put my phone away.
It took me a long time to fall back asleep.