Page 94 of The Import Slot
I can’t help being so impatient; I want to see her.
She exposes herself to me, her skin glistening with the wetness of her pussy and her hands resume working. Her fingers finding a rhythm on her clit, and her other hand stroking my shaft.
After a few moments, she shudders and I make a grab for her hand, sucking her fingers into my mouth as she continues to work my cock with her other hand.
I’m getting close and I tell her. She quickly repositions herself, giving me a view of her ass as she flips over. That’s enough for me. She takes me deeply. I love the beautiful sounds she makes, and I adore the look on her face as my cock hits the back of her throat.
The whole thing is so erotic, it’s no surprise that I struggle to warn her as I come down her throat, the taste of her pussy still on my tongue. My hands holding on to her to steady myself.
“Fuck,” I rasp.
She grins at me and sits up.
“You can get dressed now,” she says, standing up and reaching for her glass of water from the nightstand. I’ll never tire of her blowjobs. She is fucking incredible, and I can’t get enough.
“I love you,” I say, pulling her over to me once my pants are on. “I’m not just saying that because of that blowjob.”
She chuckles. “I know. I love you too. Have a good time.”
She gives me a kiss that I’ll be thinking about all night, and my hands keep her from pulling away when she first tries.
“You’ll have fun, babe,” she says, packing her bag up.
I grab the rest of my things, and Jen follows me out to where Danny is waiting at the counter, a beer in front of him.
“You ready?” I ask, putting my shoes on. Danny downs his drink and gives me a nod, and we head out, meeting Johnny at the stairwell.
They have fixed the elevator, but we’re avoiding it like the plague, opting to walk up and down each time.
I say goodbye to Jen outside as we wait for some cabs, and I watch her disappear into the lobby of her building. Part of me wants to follow her up and get into bed with her, but Coach would have my ass on a plate if I don’t show.
My phone pings with a text from my brother just as we’re climbing into the cab.
Liam: Getting loaned to the Marlies. Not sure what the future holds.
Ryan: I’ll call you tomorrow. Stay positive.
I slide my phone away and focus out the window as we pull into traffic. I’m thinking about Liam; will he spend the rest of the season chasing a call-up? Or is he done? Knowing Liam, he’s now at the point where he can officially check the box to say he made the NHL, so he’ll want to move on to the next big thing, whatever that will be.
When we were kids, I always imagined us playing on the same team, having cubbies next to each other in the same dressing room. We even used to joke about us being on the same line.
All this thinking of the NHL makes me tired; it’s a life like no other, but I’m enjoying the slower pace here.
“Ryan? Ryan?” I can hear someone calling me, and it’s only when Johnny punches my shoulder that I realise he’s been trying to usher me out of the cab. “We’re here, man.”
I slide out and step onto the sidewalk, following the guys into the restaurant where Coach sits at a large table with a few support staff.
As soon as we’re sat down, the drinks flow, Danny taking full advantage of no morning skate.
I’m not the only one not drinking, though. Johnny has opted to stay sober too, and he seems different tonight, more alert, no, more present. I can’t be sure, but he’s different.
Bettsy plops back into his seat with a fresh beer that spills a little when he puts it down, soaking the tablecloth.
“Hey, has someone been telling people I’m gay? Because it’s ruining my chances with the ladies.” Bettsy takes a gulp of his drink.
“What?” Hutch asks.
“It was so weird. Someone tweeted me asking me what men I’m into.”
