Page 66 of Fever Dream
But those smiles soon start to take a different turn, enough to make me call for the cheque and find a taxi back to the hotel. We don’t see any of the Fever travelling party as we cross the lobby, calling up the elevator. Casey stands at my side, an inch of space separating us as I press the button for my floor.
I usually have my own room when we travel, especially for an extended road trip like this, but as Casey is one of the younger players he shares with Izak. Casey doesn’t say anything, just steps out behind me and follows me to my room.
And I want him there, I want him so bad, and it takes hardly a moment until he’s exactly where I want him, underneath me with my mouth on his.
We make quick work of shedding our clothes and then he takes the lead, pushing me onto my back until his head is buried between my thighs, milking my cock until I am nothing but insatiable need and bare bones. I don’t recall sex ever being this good before, but I think it might have more to do with the gorgeous boy and those intoxicating blue-green eyes looking up at me than anything else.
Casey crawls up my body afterwards, knees on either side of my head and hand resting on the headboard as I return the favour, gentleman that I am. Not that there’s anything gentlemanly about the way he pushes himself down my throat, or the way my fingers take a naughty wander between his ass cheeks.
We collapse in a heap of tangled limbs and warm, sweaty skin afterward, completely spent. Or at least I am. I think I know better than to assume with Casey.
Casey finds the remote control and turns on the live football game currently playing on TV and then proceeds to commentate the entire play for me. It’s slightly harder to take him seriously as he lies there naked, legs entwined with mine and head on my chest as I thread my fingers through his hair.
And then we turn off the television and rinse and repeat because I find that once is never enough when I’m with Casey. He seems to have no trouble achieving multiple orgasms a night. Sure, he’s two years younger than me but I don’t think I’ve ever had that kind of stamina. I have a feeling he’s going to be hard to keep up with.
Unfortunately, we must fall asleep at some point because when I wake again the sun is peeking through the curtains and Casey is still in my bed.
“Case,” I say, nudging his shoulder gently.
“Huh, what?” he replies, snuggling in even tighter.
“We fell asleep.”
He sits up, head swivelling side to side as he catches his bearings. “Shit. Izak,” he says, holding my attention for a brief moment. He jumps out of bed, pulling on the clothes and shoes we left scattered around the room. He rushes for the door, stops and turns back to press a kiss to my lips before he leaves me in a whirlwind of smiles and mild panic.
I’m already awake so I shower and dress and then make my way down to the first floor for breakfast. Casey is already there, sharing a booth with Sonny and Izak. There’s a space next to him, but I hesitate, unsure whether I should sit with the medics or the boy who pulls me to him like a magnet. Casey glances up, soft smile on his face as he knocks his head to the space beside him and my mind is made up.
I slide in beside him, sharing a quick smile as I say good morning to the other boys.
“So, anyone else not make it home to their allotted bed last night?” Izak is saying in a way that sounds like a continuation of an existing discussion.
I freeze, not even daring to look at Casey who has no trouble laughing off Izak’s suggestions.
“Not everything is a scandal, Devereux,” Casey chuffs.
“So where were you then?” Izak presses, eyes boring into his friend. I don’t miss the way Sonny’s gaze flickers between me and Casey, thoughtful expression on his face. Yeah, Ingram’s definitely onto us.
“I just fell asleep watching the footy with Harrison,” Casey shrugs.
“Oh,” Izak says, disappointed that he hasn’t uncovered a potential scandal.If only he knew. “Why didn’t you just say then?”
“Because it was much more fun watching you come up with potential scandals in your salacious little mind,” Casey laughs.
“Yes, no need for that when the truth is so much more interesting,” Sonny deadpans. Yep. He knows.
“That is not interesting,” Izak huffs. “I thought he’d at least finally gotten some west coast action.”
“Maybe he did,” Sonny shrugs.
“I’m gonna … get some breakfast,” I say, trying not to fall over my feet as I bolt from the booth. I almost run for the buffet, hardly even noticing what I pile onto my plate. Casey catches my eye in the distance, sending me a wink with that soft smile that lets me know we’re fine. And he is. Nothing phases Casey.
The thing is though, I don’t think he has a clue what he’s getting himself into. How a scandal is not even close to what he’d be facing if the truth about us ever got out.
Not for the first time I wonder what the hell we are doing.
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Casey has his worst game in his short playing history against Perth Storm. They place a heavy tagger on him and double team him for the entire game. He is never able to break free. He manages only fifteen possessions and no goals.
