Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
His response makes me chuckle. “I thought we could further test our sexual chemistry, see if it has the same results long distance. I have a game tomorrow, and something is going on with you tonight, though we’re pretending it’s not. Can’t hurt for either of us to burn off some energy.”
“I…” He’s thinking it over. I can see the wheels spinning in that busy head of his.
“If you don’t feel safe, I would never expect you to—”
“I want to,” jumps out of his mouth before I can continue.
I grin.
“Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You”—he waves his free hand—“take your clothes off first. I have to get my lotion.”
I toss the blanket off and tug my underwear down. My dick is already half-hard, and all we’ve done is talk. “Done. We only have about fifty minutes before Mads comes back.”
His face pops onto the screen again. “You told him?”
“Um…yes? Is that bad?”
“Oh my God. I can’t believe you told your teammate to leave so we could have video sex.”
“Hey, how do you know I told him to leave?”
“Because I know you,” he huffs and disappears again. I assume he’s getting naked and locking the door. Not a minute later his cute little butt streaks across the screen, and I realize he must have set the phone up on the desk.
“Fuck, I love your ass.” I pluck the bottle of lube from the mattress, where I’d hidden it under the blanket, and pump some into my hands.
“It’s not even that great of an ass.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s fucking incredible.”
He sits down in his chair, but the desk is in the way.
“I can’t see you. Let me call you right back on my laptop. Do you have one you can use?”
“I’m certainly not going to have video sex on my work computer.”
I chuckle. “You’re so fucking cute. Talk to you in a minute.”
I end the call, jump out of bed, and grab my laptop from my bag. A moment later, I’m back on the mattress, computer between my spread legs and angled so he can see my dick, torso, and my face, and call him back. Hayes is still in his chair, but I can see more of him now, his cock already hard and pointing upward.
“Someone is happy to see me.”
“Oh my God. You’re ridiculous.”
“But I make you smile.”
He tightens his lips together and tries to hide the fact that he was doing just that.
I wrap my hand around my dick and slowly stroke it. “Touch yourself for me. Rub that pretty cock the way I’d do if I were there.”
His dick twitches. “Shit.” Hayes pumps some lotion into his hand and does what I say. I love it when he lets go like this, when he doesn’t let his fears or worries hold him back and just gives in to the pleasure. Hayes is locked up so tight, and damned if I don’t enjoy being the one to help set him free.
“You watched me play last night.”
“Not talking about that.”
“Did it get you hard?” He drops his head back, showing me the long column of his throat, all the places I would kiss if I were there. “Tell me, cutie. Does it get you hard watching me? Knowing what I look like under all that gear and that you’ve had your mouth all over my body?”
“Fuck,” he grits out, throat tightening, hand still moving. “I hate the way I react to you.”
“No you don’t. You might want to, or think you want to, but you don’t.” The tight glide of my hand up and down my shaft, along with seeing him, makes shivers run the length of my body. “Tell me what you would do to me if I were there.”
His eyes pop open. “What?”
“You heard me…and you can do it. Just let go. You’re so fucking sexy, and you don’t even see it. I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid eyes on you…you’re so damn hot. Tell me what you would do to me.”
His pupils expand as he watches me, still stroking, face full of insecurity but want too, so damn much naked desire in his gaze that it makes my balls draw up slightly and throb.
“What if I’m not good at it?” he asks, voice soft with vulnerability. The moment makes my pulse pound. Hayes doesn’t talk like that, doesn’t ask questions like that. It’s the moment and him being wrapped up in it, but it still makes me feel so damn proud that he’s showing this to me.
“You will be. You basically just have to exist in my vicinity, and I get hard.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“I guess I’ll have to prove it to you. Now tell me. I want to hear you say it. You’ll be so fucking good at it. I know it.”
Hayes lets out a shaky breath. He spreads his legs and slides down a little in his chair. He looks so hot, nuts full of cum, dick so damn hard and flushed red, his softer stomach, smooth chest, and those damn lips that drive me out of my mind.