Page 41 of These Wicked Games
Swollen lips.
Cum dripping down his face. My cum.
I realize I’m stroking myself before I can stop it. Pressing my head against the cool tile, I let myself drown in the memory of it. Andre with watery eyes, stroking himself, mouth full of my cock. “Fuck.” I unleash against the shower wall, hating myself more than ever.
I collapse against the cool tile, squeezing my eyes shut, but all I can see are his hazel eyes.
I am so fucked.
twelve
Andre
“What an incredible game!” Coach shouts proudly. We kicked ass. We won five to one against the Manitoba Ravens. I’m not sure that what happened out there actually happened, but it’s like the hockey stars aligned. Oli and I were suspended for two games. Two games our team won while we were gone. I’m so happy for the team, but yeah, it definitely showed where the problems lie. I blocked only twenty shots from entering the goal tonight. My teammates did their part and kept the opposition off my doorstep.
It was awesome.
What’s not awesome is the silent treatment I’m receiving from a certain surly dickhead after I literally almost choked to death on his cock last week.
Ah, what a way to go.
Oli didn’t come back to the room that night, and I have no idea where he went. When I saw him at practice early the next day he made it a point to avoid me. We’re still rooming together, but he hasn’t stayed with me once. He’s probably sharing a bed with either Grey or Atlas if I have to guess. “Incredible game,” our assistant coach says. “Oli and Andre.” I look up then, and my gaze flicks to him briefly. “Whatever you two are doing, keep up the great teamwork.”
I nearly choke on air. Coughing, I try to settle myself. “You better not be getting sick,” Coach says. “You sound like shit this week. Go back to your room and get some rest.”
“Yes, Coach.” My voice comes out with a rasp, not because I’m getting sick, but because I had the most gorgeous dick bruising the back of my throat nearly a week ago. It still hurts a bit when I swallow.
I look at Oli again, and his jaw is clenched. Eyes hard. Coach leaves us to change, and I don’t want to go out for drinks, but maybe a distraction would be good. Putting Oli and me aside, these are my new teammates, and chemistry always creates a great flow on the ice. I need to get to know them all better.
“First round’s on me tonight, fellas,” Colton cheers, getting dressed. He got a hat-trick tonight, and Atlas scored one with Grey’s assist. Ryker got a goal, along with a black eye fighting one of their D-men. “And you.” He sits next to me, pulling me in for a shaking hug. “You get as many drinks as you want tonight. You were fucking incredible out there.”
“Thanks,” I croak.
Fuck, my throat. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did the morning after, though, so that’s something. “Seriously, if you think you’regetting sick, we need to get on top of this. We just got you back, we can’t afford to lose you.”
“Gee, thanks,” Landon deadpans. “You know we won those games I played, asshole.”
“Uh.” I almost laugh. “No. I’m fine.”
“Well, take care of yourself. After that performance tonight we need you in top shape.” I laugh at him, just wanting to be alone. We’re going out, though, and it’s good for me even if I want to do anything but.
Well, what I want to do right now is very far off the table if the scathing look Oli’s giving me is any indicator. Which is a shame, because damn do I want it again.
Taking a shot, Ryker whoops and dives for the next glass between some girl’s breasts. Everyone shouts as he takes another shot, and she claps her hands, giggling. A group of women have joined our celebration, and I’m sure Ryker is trying to figure out how many he can fit in his bed tonight. Our crowd has thinned some, but the energy around us is charged.
While I didn’t really want to go out, I’m glad I’m here.
Being a good player is much easier when you click with your team, and they’ve all been pretty welcoming. Well . . . most of them.
I try to find Oli in the bar. He’s still sitting with Atlas and Grey. Two women are flanked on either side of Atlas, one practically inhis lap. He’s eating up the attention while Grey and Oli look like they want to be literally anywhere else.
I look away when our eyes lock. Fuck, I have to stop doing that. I can’t help it, though. Every time I see him I’m taken back to the other day. The way he used me. It’s exactly what I’ve been craving. I’m not sure where Oli stands on the queer spectrum, but it sure as fuck isn’t straight. I’ve known him for over a decade now and I’ve never gotten that vibe from him before.
My eyes slide to Grey and I almost laugh to myself. Okay yeah, that’s none of my buisness. I’ll leave that alone for now. My eyes slide back to Oli, flinching as he looks right at me. He gives me the finger then takes a shot. I watch the way his throat works, and wonder if he’d choke on my cock the way I did on his.
Does he like it rough, like I do, or does Oli need a gentle touch when he receives? I think back to that woman Oli fucked at The Charm Box. Damn, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from them. The guy I hooked up with knew what he was doing, but it was the sight of them . . . It was watching the way she squirmed as he ate her cunt that made me come. I am a gay man through and through, but damn, that was fucking hot.
It seemed like he’d been holding back, though. The way she blew him and the way he throat-fucked me are two sides of the same sinful coin.
