Page 95 of The Hat Trick

My hand is lowered instantly as I follow his directions, touching myself exactly how I need to. I set my phone up on a pillow next to me so I don’t have to hold it up anymore, but he can see me. I’m rubbing my clit while I watch him increase his pace sliding his hand along his cock.

“I wish you were here,” I moan, throwing my head back.

“If I was, I would already be inside that cunt of yours. I would’ve left the arena as fast as I could so I could get to your house and be buried inside you instantly.”

I moan louder while adding a finger inside myself along with increasing the pressure to my clit slightly. “I want you so bad right now, Vince.”

“You want me fucking you right now instead of your little fingers, don’t you?”

“Yes,it’s not enough.” I add another finger trying to get it to be enough, but I know what he feels like on me, in me and nothing will be enough.

Even more so, I know what heandthe others feel like, and it’s like my own hand isn’t even close to enough anymore.

“Tell me what you want then, baby,” he groans.

“I want you here, I want to be riding that thick cock of yours, and…” I moan.

“And what? It’s yours, you know that anything you want is yours.”

“I want the others here too. I want to ride you while they touch me, ah, I’m close, Vince.”

He growls, “You love it when you have all of us, don’t you?”

“Yes,”I close my eyes, picturing just that. Riding Vince, him fucking up into me while I have Brent in my mouth and Matt in my hand. Pleasing all of them while my own orgasm starts to take over.

“You’re so perfect, Chandler, so fucking beautiful,fuckbaby, come for me.”

The orgasm slams into me as I cry out, throwing my head back on a moan while Vince’s voice fades in the background as the blood rushes to my ears and all I can focus on is the pleasure I’m feeling. As I come down, I hear his groan signaling his own release, and I force myself to look at the screen so I can see him explode all over his hand.

We are both breathing heavy, and Vince goes off screen for a moment, I assume to grab a towel. I slide my shirt back on and lay on my side tucking my hands under my face as I look at the screen when he comes back. He’s only in his boxer briefs and picks up the phone as he lays down in bed.

Neither of us say anything, just looking at each other. His blue eyes shine, and his smile makes me weak. I can’t help but smile back, unsure of what to say as my eyes start to feel heavy.

“Chandler,” he says softly. I open my eyes. I didn’t realize had shut. “I really fucking like you.”

My lips turn into a sleepy smile. “I like you too, Vince.”

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Idon’t know how long I watch Chandler sleep, but it’s a while before I decide to hang up. I almost choose not to and just leave our call connected so I can fall asleep with her. Instead, once my eyes are fighting to stay open, I end the call, so she doesn’t wake up to a dead phone, and I fall asleep thinking about her.

When I wake up, we are back on the road. We have back-to-back games in Anaheim and Los Angeles before heading up to Seattle to end the road trip. As we all load up on the bus to head toward the plane, I’m shocked I don’t hear any shit coming from McQuaid. He and I talked for a second before going to our separate rooms and he was weirdly okay with me wanting to have Chandler to myself.

Not that I think it fully stopped him, since I could hear her phone going off with what I’m sure was texts from him trying to pull her attention from me. It didn’t work, clearly because she was so focused on me, nothing could have taken that away. I saw it in her eyes, in every one of her movements.

Collee also didn’t say much to me about it, but he’s been distracted lately. I don’t know what it is, or what is going on but there’s clearly something bugging him. I’ve known him for long enough to know that he won’t talk about things openly, so I don’t bother asking. I make a mental note to let Chandler know so she can try to talk to him and see if she can find out what’s going on.

Or maybe just make him feel better about whatever it is. I feel like he’s been less involved with her, and I bet if she were to distract him it would help.

I keep my headphones in throughout the bus ride, and onto the plane. Collee sits next to me but doesn’t say anything for a while. About halfway through the plane ride he finally nudges me, and I take out one of my headphones.

“How is she doing?” he asks quietly.

“She’s great, you should call her,” I encourage.

He drops his head back against the seat. “Yeah.”

“You good, man?” I won’t push, but I can see the struggle on his face and I’m even more sure it doesn’t have anything to do with Chandler, or our situation but there’s something.

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