Page 70 of Unlovable Player

I need to get closer. I come up on my elbows and he brushes his lips against mine before picking up the pace.

He grips the headboard with one hand, wrapping the other around his cock while he rides me, fast and hard.

“Fuck Seb,” I grip his ass and pull him in closer.

Incoherent words spill out with the moans and grunts and sighs of pleasure, until we’re just saying,fucktogether, over and over and Seb goes rigid, shudders running through him as his hand speeds up the tempo. Watching him jerk off while sitting on my cock is too much and I spill over into the condom while Seb rides out his orgasm, pulsing and tightening around me.

The flushon his cheeks starts to cool as he lies next to me and I watch him while he has his eyes closed. My chest contracting with the knowledge of all the things I don’t know about him yet. Like, how many different boarding schools did he go to? And can he speak any other languages? And are those boarding schools responsible for his European uses of certain words and phrases? The one I don’t really want to know the answer to – has he ever been in love before? – keeps pushing to the forefront, making me squirm.

He opens his eyes and catches me looking at him. I smile and he winks.

The fact we’re going to be apart in six months’ time makes my gut clench. I’ve been avoiding bringing it up, but I need to know what he’ll be doing next year. If he’s going to be working for his dad, then he’ll be miserable, but we can make it work. I can drive down from Boston, or he could come up for weekends. But if he’s moving to Canada for eight weeks, I won’t be able to see him at all. And who knows if the internship will turn into something more permanent? I’ll lose him, but he’ll be happy.

“Hey, did you apply for that internship yet?”

His head snaps in my direction. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

Those big brown eyes on me settle the churning in my gut for a second and I smirk. “Amongst other things.”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“There’s no point.”

I watch him climb out of bed naked.

“Why do you care so much anyway?” he asks.

I want to ask him to stop putting his clothes on, to come back to bed with me and let me feel his naked skin against mine while we fall asleep. I ignore the antagonizing lilt in his voice for now and pull him down into my lap. He’s fucking heavy and way too big.

“I like you,” I speak into his neck while I nip at the freckles dotting the pale skin.

“If you like me, why are you trying to ship me off to Canada?”

“It’s eight weeks, and I want you to be happy.”

“Fuck you,” he groans, but I can feel him smiling against my shoulder.

He stands up and grabs his laptop from the desk.

“Fine, if it makes you happy I’ll apply for the fucking internship… in Vancouver.”

“Okay.” I lean back on my elbows. The desire to rip the laptop from his hands and beg him not to move to a different country strong. But the desire to see him happy stronger.

“But you’ll have to put some pants on.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to write a personal statement, and I won’t be able to concentrate with you sitting there like that.”

I playFarming Simulator- it’s actually really fucking addictive -with the sound turned down low while Seb works on his personal statement, and when he’s finished, I read the application over.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“I think you’re too smart to be a hockey player and they’d be idiots not to accept you.”

My stomach flips, because his application really is amazing, and I’d say his chances of getting this internship are pretty fucking high. Vancouver, for eight weeks,fuck.

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