Page 139 of Loving the Legend
My love: Your hole was made for my cock
I shiver, imagining Sid’s dick hammering into me. I’m so hard it hurts. I poke my head out of the aisle. Most of my teammates are asleep or have their heads buried in their phones. I reach under the blanket and tuck my dick into the waistband of my sweats. I jump up and make a beeline toward the bathroom. As soon as the door closes, I pull out my dick and start stroking it. I tuck the hem of my T-shirt under my chin. My tip glistens with pre-cum. I swipe it up with a finger and suck it into my mouth, craving Sid’s taste.
Me: Fuck. I’m jerking off in the bathroom. I’m really close.
My love: Fuck, that’s hot
My love: I’m jerking off too
I picture his washboard abs contracting as he pummels me slowly, blissed-out eyes glued to his cock as it dives into me. His teeth pressed down on his bottom lip to keep from coming as he glides in and out. A string of pre-cum emerges as I stroke myselfharder, imagining him choking me out while he fucks me hard, his sexy mouth kissing me and swallowing my strangled moans. I bite down hard on my lip as my orgasm tears through me, coating my chest with one long strip of cum after another.
My legs sway as I close my eyes and return to my body. Damn, I’m a mess, cum is everywhere. I wet a wad of tissues and begin to clean myself up. I'm wiping the cum off of my chin when all of a sudden, I’m thrust backward, hitting the door as a wave of turbulence rocks the plane. The pilot's voice booms through the loudspeaker, instructing everyone to buckle their seatbelt. I quickly finish cleaning up and return to my seat. I pull up my phone to respond to Sid, but the Wi-Fi is down. It doesn’t return for the remainder of the flight.
I figure Sid's already asleep after I climb into my hotel bed, but I try him anyway on FaceTime.
“Hey,” he says, yawning. His eyes squint from the screen’s brightness.
I scan his handsome face and bare, corded shoulders and pecs. “Mmm. Damn, you look good.”
He grins.
“I had to rub one out again as soon as my hotel door closed. Thank god the lights were off on the plane.”
“I rubbed a few out too,” he says, stretching. “Put the phone on the nightstand with the camera facing you. Let’s go to bed.”
I nod. I love waking up to his face.
We both make the necessary phone adjustments and then settle in. For a few moments, we just gaze at each other.
Sid breaks the silence. “I’m convinced the Creator used a miniature paintbrush and centuries of painstaking detail to create you.”
“W-what?”
“How else to make sense of your beauty?”
A startled moan bubbles up.Who says something like that in the middle of the night?
“Good looks fade,” I say, blowing him a kiss. “You’ll still love me when I’m old?”
“Pfft! I can’t wait until we’re octogenarians. Viagra and insomnia, baby, who's gonna stop us!”
I burst out laughing.
He grins. “I bet you’d give a mean BJ when your dentures are out. I’d put fifty stacks on it.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I shake my head, laughing. “You’ve apparently given this thought.”
“Growing old together? Hell yeah,” he says, all laughter vanishing.
I swallow down the mix of confused feelings. I can’t help but think our future dangles on timing, on whether I’ll get my shit together before he says enough and leaves me.
“Everything good with you and Johan?” I ask, needing to change the subject.
“Yeah. You won’t have a problem with him again.”
“Babe, you know I can deal with hotheads. I don’t want you getting fined—”
“No one fucks with you on my watch. Ever. I don’t give a flying fuck about fines.”
