Chapter 38 - Josie
Josie
The rest of dinner was relatively innocent, although I did slide my foot up his leg a few more times just to remind him of what he had to look forward to later. Every time I did, I found his cock still fully hard in his pants.
The fact that he could maintain an erection just by looking at me made me feel sexy and powerful in a way I had never felt before.
Manny snapped candid photos of us from across the restaurant throughout dinner, and concluded with a few formal shots outside the restaurant.
Grayson put his arm around my waist and held me close while we smiled for the camera; everything was easier now that we didn’t have to fake liking each other.
“Done,” Manny said, then waved to the driver who was waiting one street over. “I got everything I need. And don’t worry: I deleted all the photos that you wouldn’t want anyone else seeing.”
“Like Grayson having a sip of wine?” I asked.
“Sure,” Manny said, giving me a pointed look. “The wine.”
I felt my cheeks redden. He was definitely talking about the way we were playing under the table.
“We can trust Manny,” Grayson said when we were dropped off at the hotel. “He’s cool.”
“I’m not worried,” I replied. “Besides, it’s not like it matters if people know we’re actually into each other, right? Unless you’re embarrassed of me.”
Grayson turned and gave me a harsh look.
“Embarrassed? Of you? I want you on my arm everywhere I go from now on.” He shook his head.
“I just don’t want this becoming a distraction during the playoffs.
The tabloids love to focus on the love lives of celebrities, and hockey players aren’t immune.
Besides, our coach doesn’t like it when we fraternize during the playoffs.
Not that we’re required to be celibate, but it’s a bad look if we’re staying up all night having sex with women. ”
“We weren’t up all night having sex last night,” I pointed out. “We fell asleep before midnight.”
“I know,” he replied, his face a blank mask as we walked into the lobby. “But tonight’s a different story.”
I bit my lip to keep from grinning.
The lobby and bar were full of Surge players hanging out and relaxing, although nobody was drinking alcohol. Two players sitting in a booth, Mason Calder and another guy I didn’t know, immediately waved to Grayson when they saw us.
“Captain! Wanted to run something by you. A strategy for game two.” Mason held up a tablet.
Grayson made an annoyed noise deep in his throat. “This is getting in the way of all the filthy things I want to do to you.”
“It’s the playoffs,” I reminded him. “Your job needs to come first. And yes, I chose my wording intentionally. You can join me upstairs and come second after you mentor the rookies.”
He glanced at his watch. “Give me half an hour.”
“Perfect. I’ll get started without you.”
He groaned again. “Seriously. You’re killing me, Josie.”
I turned and walked toward the elevator, making sure to brush my fingers across the front of his pants in passing. A few steps later I glanced over my shoulder and saw him still standing there, watching me go while awkwardly holding his phone in front of his crotch to hide his hard-on.
My floor was filled with a surprising amount of activity—a lot of team employees were staying on my hall, and many of them had their doors open and were discussing tomorrow’s game. Trainers, data experts, assistant coaches, marketing people. Everyone was doing something with a tablet or laptop.
When I got to my room, I stripped down to my bra and panties and relaxed in bed with a bottle of wine from the mini bar.
Even though it was a cheap bottle, I couldn’t tell the difference between it and the absurdly-expensive bottle from dinner.
That was probably a good thing. The last thing I needed was to develop expensive tastes.
Grayson texted me ten minutes later.
Grayson: Mason wants to spend the next two hours reviewing game footage. I’m working on ditching him. Might take another ten minutes, then I’ll come to your room.
Me: About that. My floor is filled with team employees. The doors are all open, and three coaching assistants are sitting in the hall discussing something called zone coverage. It’s going to be tough to sneak into my room without being noticed.
Grayson: Fuck.
Me: Maybe we should try to meet in your room?
Grayson: The problem is that I’m sharing the room with Mason.
Me: That’s fine. He can watch.
Grayson: …
Me: I’m joking. That’s not my thing.
Grayson: I might be able to convince Mason to study game footage in the bar with two of the other wingmen. That would buy us some time on my floor. Stand by.
Me: I’m not standing. I’m laying down. In bed. In my underwear.
Grayson: You’re killing me. But I meant hold on.
Me: I am holding onto something. Want to see?
Without waiting for a response, I sent him a photo of my lower half, with my hand buried into my panties.
Grayson: Oh. My. God.
Me: Hmm?
Grayson: Now I can’t leave the bar. Everyone will see the massive tent I’m pitching.
Me: Text me when you’re upstairs :-)
Twenty minutes passed before he answered.
Grayson: Good news and bad news. I was able to ditch Mason—he’s going to meet with one of our coaches to talk about strategy. But the bad news is that there’s zero chance of you sneaking up to my room without anyone noticing. Half the team is hanging out in the hall.
Me: Then the question becomes: how badly do you want to fuck me?
Grayson: I’m in physical pain. That’s how badly I want you.
Me: We could meet downstairs? Pretend to get a non-alcoholic drink at the bar, then slip into the bathroom or something?
Grayson: I already told Mason I was going to bed early. And he’s meeting the coach in the lobby. They would see me come back downstairs.
Me: Damnit. Got any other ideas?
Grayson: I really hate to say this, but I just don’t think it’s happening tonight. Sorry, Josie.
Me: It’s all right. I get it. I’ve probably already dehydrated you enough for one trip. I GUESS I can survive until we’re back home.
Grayson: I promise to make it worth the wait :-)
I stretched out in bed and allowed my fingers to dive back into my panties.
Me: Why don’t you tell me about it?
Grayson: Maybe if you send me another photo like the last one.
Me: I already sent one of my bottom half, so here’s a selfie of the top half.
Me: [photo attached]
Grayson: Fuuuuuuuck
Me: That’s the reaction I was going for.
Grayson: When we get home, I’m going to throw you down onto my couch, hold you down, and bury my cock so deep into you that it triggers your gag reflex.
Me: I’m rubbing my pussy right now. Keep going.
Grayson: I’m going to edge myself, slowing down right before I’m about to come.
To make it last as long as possible. And only when you’ve had half a dozen orgasms, and you’re begging for me to come, will I finally grab you by your hair, push you down onto your knees, and shoot my load all over your perfect tits.
Me: And once you’ve covered my chest, I’m going to push you down onto the couch and ride your cock a little bit longer, just to squeeze every damn drop out of you.
Grayson: I’m close to coming right now.
I started to text him back, but then I started a video call instead. He picked up on the second ring; he was laying in bed, totally nude, his beautiful chest and rippling ab muscles on full display.
He groaned when he saw me. “You’re wearing that? I don’t care about getting caught. I’m coming down to your room right now.”
“I’m close too,” I breathed. “Tell me more about how you’re going to fuck me.”
He smiled on the screen. “Maybe I’ll tease you a little. Only giving you the tip. Torturing you while you squirm underneath me.”
I moaned louder.
“Maybe I won’t come on your tits,” he said. “Or I’ll shoot the first few ropes onto your chest, then slam my cock back into your pussy, filling you up with the rest of my come.”
He was groaning by the end, his cries joining my own pleasured whimpers.
He repositioned the camera until his hard length came into view, gripped in a tight fist. The tip spasmed and immediately exploded, shooting lines of his white come all over his washboard abs.
I shuddered and gasped, my own climax crashing over me while I watched him blow his load.
Despite being separated by a few floors and dozens of teammates, the two of us came together.
“Is that enough to satisfy you?” I asked when we could both breathe again.
He smiled and shook his head. “Not even close. But I think it will tide me over until we get home.”