Page 84 of Worthy

“Oh fuck,” he groans as I stand and open my pants. My own dick is angry and red and ready for some goddamn relief. I push his hip until he’s half on his side, his shoulders still elevated in the corner, so he’s looking at me as I spread his cheeks and find his hole. I waste no time working him open, just slide all the way to the hilt in a solid thrust of my hips.

“Such a good little slutty boy,” I moan with one hand gripping his thigh and the other gripping his hair. I pull out slowly, and he whimpers before I snap my hips sharply, taking him deep and hard, enjoying the way his body sucks me in and holds me tight.

“Come for me,” he whispers in almost a childlike tone. “Fill me up.”

Holy fucking cum gods, nothing in my life has ever been as hot as this exact moment. I have no control over my orgasm as it bursts from my body. My knees buckle, and I have to lean on the back of the bench and his thigh or I’ll fall. I’ve never experienced an orgasm like this, have it last this long, or have it ride me like it was going for gold at the Olympics.

I can’t breathe or think, I’m barely able to hold on as my eyes roll back in my head. Someone is moaning and I think it’s me, but I honestly have no fucking idea anymore. My hips buck on their own for long minutes until they finally stop, and I sag over his body. I don’t even know his name, but I really fucking want to. I have to see him again. Just to see if it’s this good a second time. This man will be my undoing if we can repeat this. And I definitely want a repeat.

Chapter two

Joey

As soon as he’s able to stand, I pull up my pants and bolt. What the fuck was I thinking? Coming to a place like this where anyone can see me? What an idiot.

Anxiety licks at my insides as I rush from the club and call an Uber once I’m on the next block, where hopefully, I won’t be recognized. Jesus, fuck.Why?

I run a hand through my hair that my mom bitches is too long and pull up my hood to help block the biting wind. It’s winter in downtown Denver, and I’m in jeans and a sweatshirt.Great plan, genius.My phone beeps, telling me my driver is pulling up, and I turn around to find a silver SUV pulling to a stop next to the sidewalk. The window rolls down about an inch, and I hear a female voice ask, “Are you Joey?”

I hold up my phone next to the window so she can see I’m the one she’s supposed to be picking up, and she unlocks the doors for me to climb in. She doesn’t try to chat with me on the drive, which I’m grateful for. My knee bounces, and I chew on my thumbnail as I stare out the window at the city passing by me.

What if someone recognized me? I’m the captain of the hockey team at one of the big universities in town. It’s entirely possible someone in there knew who I was.

My stomach clenches, and I rub a hand over it. The feel of the logo on the fabric has me looking down at it. We pass under a streetlamp, and the Darby U logo glows up at me. Holy fuck. Seriously?Way to be inconspicuous, dumbass.

I groan and cover my eyes with my hand.

“Hey, if you need to puke let me know so I can pull over,” the driver says, and I give her a thumbs-up instead of speaking.

Images from the club flash in my head. The flashing colored lights made it harder to see, but from what I could tell, he was beautiful. Muscular enough to push me around and do what he wanted with me, not that I fought him. I’ve never done anything like this before. Meeting up with some hookup I’ve been chatting with and letting him fuck me. But it wasn’t great, and I was still horny, so I let my dick lead me to a gay club.

I groan again as the car pulls to a stop. I peek out from my fingers and see my dorm, so I get out and wave at the driver. All I can think about right now are my bad decisions and how badly I need a shower.

Since it’s almost Christmas, no one has games right now, so the jock building is only about half full. Looks like tonight is a typical clusterfuck of drinking and being dumbasses. I just don’t care. Get alcohol poisoning and enjoy explaining that to Coach tomorrow.

Guilt eats at me as I bypass the screaming freshmen and sophomores and hit the button for the elevator while cum drips from my ass. The doors slide open, and I step inside, grateful it’s empty, and lean against the handrail on the back wall. I’m exhausted.

The ride up is quick, and my roommate is out, so I don’t need to pretend everything is fine. I just strip my clothes off and get in the shower. The hot water pounding on my muscles relaxes my body. I’m almost boneless as the steam fills the room and I scrub the night from my skin. Maybe I can forget how amazing that guy felt against me, inside me. I don’t have time for a relationship or even a fuck buddy, really. I’m busy until the season is over, and unless the person I’m trying to talk to is an athlete, they don’t get that. Hockey comes first. It has to.

I’m pretty sure I hear my door open and close while I’m shutting off the water, but my roommate, Bryce, doesn’t knock or talk to me through the door. Hopefully, he’s passed out before I get out there.

I dry off and wrap the blue towel around my hips while I dig in my dresser for clothes. Since Bryce is also a hockey player, we’ve changed in the locker rooms a bunch so none of us have much modesty anymore. Bodies are bodies, get over it.

I pull on underwear and a t-shirt and toss my towel into the bathroom. Bryce is face down in his pillow, cuddling it and I’m pretty sure drooling, so I flick the lights off and lie down. Once I crawl into bed, my body is tired from the long season and tonight’s activities, and I’m frustrated when I don’t fall asleep easily.

Instead, I stare at the ceiling and replay my night. Finally,Wants_2_Boneand I were able to meet up. I should have known he wouldn’t know what he was doing, he was too cocky, but desperate times and all that. When I was left wanting, I allowed my dick to tell me where to go. It’s not often I have a free night, and damn it, I wanted to get off. When my eyes met that guy at the bar, electricity lit me up, and even though I didn’t know what I was doing, I tried to play it cool. Since he asked if I was experienced, I’m guessing I failed there, but it didn’t matter. His lips on mine were pure magic. The way he controlled my body while I explored his mouth was perfection.

A lot of the time, I struggle to be comfortable with another man touching me, controlling my movements. Hell, I’ve never been able to come with a partner before. Was I able to for him because I was already on edge?

That has to be it. Nothing else makes sense.

Right?

I don’t know him so there’s no way it could have been him, and there’s no way I can test the theory since I don’t even know his name. Not that I would be able to ask him for a repeat.

With a huff, I roll over and face the wall, punching my pillow into a better shape and forcing my eyes closed.

Eventually, I’m able to fall asleep but it’s restless. I toss and turn all night, despite being exhausted. My alarm goes off at five thirty, and I get up. Technically, I don’t have to go to the gym right now since we’re on a two-week break for Christmas and New Year’s, but I’m not sleeping so I might as well get my workout in. Even though we don’t have practice or games, we still have to stay in shape or Coach will kick our asses. Our first practice after the break will be brutal so that he can see who stuck with it.

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