Page 234 of Scoring the Player
“The sharp edges of disquiet return to me like a forlorn lover.”
As soon as I wake up, I reach for my phone and start firing off a text.
Me
TODAY’S THE DAY
My phone buzzesa few seconds later.
Salem
FUCK YEAH BABY!
I hitplay on the video that comes in.
Fuckkkk.
Abs pan down to his cock that’s so hard his breath sounds strained as he slowly strokes it…the camera continuesdownward as he massages and tugs his balls. He flexes the thick bands of muscle carving long ridges into his quads.
Fuck me.
I hit the video-call button.
His deep laughter filters in as the call connects.
“Fuck you.”
I’ll get him back later. He knows what his thighs do to me.
“I’m sorry.” I see a shadowed grin. The hotel curtains are probably still drawn. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Baby,” I groan as I fondle my morning wood. “How could we agree to this?”
“It was your idea.”
“Yeah. You keep saying that, though I have no memory of it,” I grumble.
“I told you. We had just nutted?—”
“After you made me beg for over an hour,” I scoff.
He laughs. “You were talking shit earlier that day and needed to be reminded who the fuck I am.”
A coil of heat tightens in my lower abdomen and tingles in my groin. I grab my pillow, smother my face, and unleash a growl that burns my chest.
His laughter comes through muffled.
Hold up.
I remove the pillow and glare into the camera. “Why wouldyouagree to no orgasms until we raw dog? I say a lot of shit before post-nut clarity kicks in. What’s your excuse?”
“Uh, speaking of that.” He shuffles to sit up.
“Could you at least put a shirt on?” I groan.
He winks. “You also begged me to piss on you.” He rubs his neck, and my mouth waters at the swell of his biceps. “Did you, uh, want that?”
“W-what?”
