Chapter Twenty
Leo
The guys talked through plays for nearly an hour before they seemed satisfied and ready for a nap.
We had an hour until we arrived but Coach had sat down next to Sophia after I’d vacated the seat, and he’d nodded off twenty minutes ago.
I’d been watching for the moment when he got up and the guys stopped talking my ear off about their new strategy for winning tonight’s game so I could sit with her again.
Despite my impatience, I’d been invested in the guys’ conversation.
Even if I was feeling more distracted lately, I’d been living and breathing hockey for most of my life.
I couldn’t imagine any other career fulfilling me in the way I knew playing professional hockey would.
There hadn’t been any question about whether I’d enter the draft at eighteen.
I was eligible, I already knew a lot of key players in the Bruins franchise from all the specialized training I’d done growing up in Boston, and it was what I wanted.
If there was anything that could hold my interest, even when I was wishing I was somewhere else, it was a conversation about hockey plays.
Now that everyone was going back to their own thing, I pulled up my phone and did a little research before texting Sophia.
Me: I’ve looked into your request and I’m confident I can bring you to orgasm solely through nipple stimulation.
I heard her laugh and turned my head toward the sound to see her looking at her phone. Warmth spread through me at the notion that I was the one who made that sound come out of her mouth—not to mention the other sounds I’d elicited from her in recent weeks. Even still, the laugh was my favorite.
Sophia: I think even you might be overconfident about this.
Me: You show up with an open mind and let me worry about my confidence.
She glanced back at me and smiled before returning to her phone.
Sophia: Okay. Sorry about your seat. Coach wanted to talk about coverage for the weekend and then he fell asleep.
Me: Haha. He always sleeps when we leave this early. Just not usually next to pretty girls.
Sophia: Well, I’m not waking him up. If you want to come back, that’s your problem.
Me: I’m fine like this.
Me: Back to the nipple orgasm. What do I get if I’m successful?
Sophia: You want to make a bet on whether you can get me to come?
Me: I know I can get you to come, Hawaii.
Sophia: Fine. What do you want if I do? Other than the smug satisfaction I’m positive you’ll enjoy.
Me: Correct, I will.
Me: If I win, I want you to go to a concert with me.
Sophia: Why?
I sighed and shook my head. Because I’m fucking crazy about you, you beautiful, blind woman.
Me: Are we really doing this again? I like your company.
Sophia: Okay, but it better be a good one.
Me: The orgasm or the concert?
Sophia: Both.
Me: I’ll be knocking on your door right after lights out.
Sophia: Maybe I’ll be naked when you get there.
I snapped my head up and found her looking over her shoulder, suppressing a giggle.
Look at you, Hawaii, more confident already.
The adrenaline rush I felt at being responsible for her feeling good about herself and confident enough to even consider saying something like that was more intoxicating than the high of a game. Blood started rushing to my groin.
I was still looking at her as I typed.
Me: Are you trying to get me hard on this bus surrounded by my friends? Because it’s working.
She looked back at me with wide eyes and I smirked at her. She smiled back and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, turning my slight problem into a harder-to-hide problem. I glanced at Devon next to me. He was asleep against the window.
Sophia: Really?
Me: Yes, Hawaii. The very thought of you naked has turned me into a steel pole back here.
Sophia: I want to be sorry, but I’m kind of not. The thought of you hard right now is really hot. I feel proud.
I looked up and shook my head with a smirk. This girl was really something, and I was going to earn that concert date with her tonight.
Sophia: Can I see it?
My heart skipped a beat.
Me: You want me to take a dick pic on the middle of this bus?
Sophia: You wanted to send me one the other day.
I rubbed my hand over my jaw and casually snapped a picture of the very obvious bulge in my sweatpants. I sent it off.
Me: Happy?
Sophia: I was hoping for something more up close, but I’m not disappointed.
Without overthinking it, I stood up—making a strategic adjustment as I did—and moved to the back of the bus. Since half the guys were passed out, there was no one in the bathroom and I stepped inside. I lowered my waistband, pulled my dick out, and wrapped my fist around it.
I’d meant it when I told Sophia I’d never done this before.
I wasn’t called a fuckboy because I went around thinking about sex and trying to have sex with different women twenty-four seven.
I only had that reputation because I almost never hooked up with the same girl twice.
It was just a word people used to explain my lack of commitment.
I wasn’t one of the many guys on this team who sent dick pics to get laid.
She would be my first, and the fact that she wanted it was hot.
My dick pulsed and I squeezed it. If she wanted something more up close, then up close she would get.
I aimed the camera at my package and instead of clicking the photo button I clicked record.
I jerked myself a few times until a bead of pre-come rose to the surface.
I used my thumb to rub it over the head and then stopped the recording and tucked myself back inside my pants.
I sent the video and a message, waiting in the bathroom for her response because I certainly couldn’t walk back out there now.
Me: Here’s the proof of what thinking about you does to me. I’d shift your body far away from Coach before you watch this.
A minute later my phone dinged.
Sophia: Oh. My. God.
Sophia: I mean, Oh. My. Leo.
I snorted, forcing myself to let go of how good my Leo sounded. She was just fixing her expression based on what I’d said to her during sex.
Sophia: Are you really jerking it in the bathroom?
Me: Just for the video. I’m not finishing myself off in here. In fact, I’m trying to convince Little Leo to calm down.
Sophia: Okay, I’m getting uncomfortably horny on this bus.
Me: Welcome to the club, Hawaii.
Sophia: I could just come back there…
Me: No. We’re not having bathroom sex on a bus with my entire team—though I love that your brilliant mind is rendered illogical at the sight of my dick.
Sophia: It really is. Ugh, what’s happening to me? I’m like a sex fiend.
Me: You think about sex with every guy on this bus?
Sophia: No.
Me: Then I think you’re a Leo fiend.
Me: I like it that way.
Sophia: I am. Let me see it again.
Me: No! I can’t talk to you anymore. Or look at you.
Me: When I walk out of this bathroom, I’m sitting back here and listening to M?neskin.
Me: Just leave me alone you crazy nympho!
My phone buzzed multiple times as I made my way back to my seat with a slightly less hard dick than I’d gone in with. Thankfully, it was under control enough that I didn’t need to stand in a piss-filled room any longer.
I hazarded a glance at my phone when I sat down to turn on my music, hoping Sophia wouldn’t rocket me back into hard-on territory.
Sophia: Leo, is that who we’re going to see in concert? I love them!
Sophia: Come on!
Sophia: I won’t say anything sexy, just answer the question.
Sophia: I’m being punished for something that isn’t even my fault.
Sophia: I really hope it’s M?neskin. I didn’t know you were into rock music.
Sophia: I’m just going to assume it’s M?neskin, since I know they’re coming to Boston.
I smiled at her as she turned around in her seat pointing to her phone.
I zipped my fingers over my lips and tucked my phone in my pocket before popping in my earbuds.
She scowled at me and turned around in her seat making me laugh.
Come hell or high water, I was taking her to that concert if it was something she was this excited about.
It was late by the time the game ended. I was disappointed that Sophia hadn’t waited outside the locker room for me, but a quick glance at my phone quickly cured that.
Sophia: Hey, I went back to the hotel. Room 212. It’s cool if you want to go out with the guys or whatever, but you can sneak in anytime if you want to.
Leo: I’ll be there in ten.
I shoved my phone in my suit pants. There was nothing worse than putting on a full suit and tie when you were still hot and sweaty from a game, but such was the expectation of all NCAA players.
I couldn’t pretend that we didn’t look sharp, because we did.
Tonight, I wore a dark gray suit with a light blue tie and was curious to see what Sophia would think of the ensemble.
She was used to me strolling out of the locker room after home games in my sweats since Coach usually let us get away with that if we moved our asses out of the arena quickly.
I wasn’t even sure if she knew we were officially required to wear suits.
It only took me a few minutes to reach the hotel since we were staying right next to the arena.
The team had been given permission to disperse as long as we were back in the hotel by curfew.
After a quick glance down the hallway to make sure none of the guys—or worse, Coach—were going to see me, I knocked on Sophia’s door.
I heard shuffling and gathered that she was looking through the peephole, so I waved and smiled.
The door opened a crack and just her eyes and forehead peeked out. “Is anyone else out there?”
“No.” I glanced around quick to double check before it dawned on me why she would be so wary about opening the door. “Holy hell, are you actually fucking naked right now?”
My dick twitched and I craned my neck trying to see more of her, to no avail.