Page 137 of The Alternate Captain
“You can. I’ll owe you. Please, Tom?”
He looks at me with a pained expression, shoving the muffin basket towards my chest before turning to Darren.
“You were brilliant, Daz! Tell me how you got your sax so shiny.”
I use that as my cue to slip away, knowing that time is against me and Johnny.
Apparently, the equipment storageroom at the far end of the tunnels is a good spot for a little alone time. I hadn’t known about it until Danny mentioned it in passing, so I grabbed the key from the key store earlier. It’s not usually locked, but I want to be prepared.
As soon as Kelly calls me to say she’s outside, I make sure the coast is clear and slip out of the dressing room, navigating to the double doors to let her inside. She’s wearing a huge winter coat, and she looks so adorable.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” I say, pulling her inside.
“Where are we going?” she says as I lead her through the tunnels towards the storage room.
We slip inside and I look around, reaching for a crate and sliding it in front of the door before locking it from the inside—knowing my luck, someone else has a key and they’ll be able to push my key out from the other side given the age of these locks.
“I’ve missed you, beautiful,” I say, cupping her face in my hands.
“You can’t be serious, Johnny. It stinks in here. It smells like—”
“Don’t say it,” I say, pressing my finger to her lips. “Forget about everything and come here.”
She hums into me as I kiss her, and before I know it, her hands are pushing at the waistband of my sweats. Pre-training kit is handy for this sort of thing.
“You’re hard already,” she says into my lips.
And when her hand grips my shaft, I let out a shudder.
“I’ve really fucking missed you,” I say.
My breath halts in my throat as she drops to her knees in front of me.
Teasing me, she works her way all the way from the base of my dick, right to the tip, and she moans onto me as she opens her mouth, letting me slip inside a little. I can’t stop myself from running my hand through her hair, pushing her face into me a little as I try to coax more of me into her mouth. But when I drop my head back to moan, she stands and kisses my chin.
“Do you have any tape around here?” she says.
I raise a brow at her. “Huh?”
And then she holds out her wrists, tight together. My dick leaks with excitement.
We’d talked about it briefly while she was away. I said I wanted to try a new position, and Kelly agreed that she was interested. And now she mentions it... this is the perfect place, given the circumstances.
“Take your coat off and stand next to the shelf,” I say, nudging her towards the steel railing that supports the side of the shelf.
I reach for a roll of tape and find the end, then I tape her wrists around the railing above her head, but with enough flex for her to bend her arms.
My heart is beating so hard, because we also talked about increasing the dirty chat. It is completely new for me, and, to put it bluntly, I’m embarrassed. What if she laughs at me? What if I say the wrong thing and she gets the ick?
But here she is. Waiting for me to take control. And I figure I won’t get better at it unless I try and see how she reacts.
I tug the zip of her jeans down and pop the button.
“Are you wet for me?” I whisper into her ear.
“Yes,” she pants.
“Have you missed me?”
