Dave pours what’s left of the pitcher into Reid’s glass. “Come on, Alex. It’s gotta be more than that. What’s the deal?”
I’m still uncomfortable with the conversation I had with Dick earlier. “My agent wants me to keep our relationship on the down low until we’re closer to playoffs.”
“Why would you do that?” Reid asks.
“I could make the short list for Bachelor of the Year. He thinks it’ll look better if I appear available.”
“That’s gonna be a challenge after this weekend, don’t you think?”
“That’s what I said.” While I don’t give a shit about the title, the potential endorsement is hard to turn down. “Plus Dick thinks it will set me up for the Sports Pro campaign. It could open the door for more opportunities.”
“Sports Pro? That’s huge, man. I hope that happens for you.” Reid leans across the table and lowers his voice. “What’s the deal with the locker room story, anyway? The rumors are crazy. Was it for publicity or something?”
I shake my head. “It wasn’t a stunt if that’s what you mean. I’m just glad the media reports are vague.”
None of us realize Violet’s returned until she slaps Reid on the back.
“It would’ve been awesome if we hadn’t gotten caught by the rest of the team. Sorry I came back before Alex could give you details.” She slides into the booth beside me.
Reid rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. It’s not really my business.”
“Whatever. I’d totally want to know if it was my friend. I’m having a girl’s night with my bestie next week to share the details. We’re way worse than you guys.” She looks to me. “Unless you want me to keep them to myself.”
I’m glad she’s not more freaked out. Although the beers may have something to do with her lack of concern. I know the media attention gets to her. “The locker room story is fair game.”
She spends the rest of the night with her hand on my thigh, grazing my hard-on every once in a while to torture me. By the time we leave the pub, Violet is tipsy and my balls ache.
Once we get back to my parents’, it’s a feat getting Violet to my room without waking the whole house. All she wants to do is make out; in the hallway, on the stairs, in front of my parents’ room, in front of my room. Once we’re inside, I lock the door.
Violet pulls my shirt over my head.
“God, you’re the sexiest man alive. I have a folder of pictures of you on my laptop. Is that weird? I always pick the hottest ones so I can jill off to your pretty face. The milk ad gets me every time. I still want a life size copy of that one. It’s not the same as when I’m with you, obviously. Nothing compares to you and the monster cock. He’s in a league all his own.” Violet rubs my dick through my pants.
“We have to be quiet, okay?” I whisper. She’s being awfully loud.
“Oh, right. We don’t want your mommy to hear.” She presses a finger to her lips. “I can be quiet. I promise.”
“Good girl.”
Inhibitions muted by alcohol, Violet strips off her top and tosses her bra on the floor. Her jeans go next, but the underwear stay on. She pops open the button on my pants and pulls them down to my knees. I step out of them, watching as her hands move up my thighs. Her lips part and she wets her bottom lip. The way she practically worships my cock is the best fucking ego boost in the world.
“Hi there.” She gives him a pat. She’s been grazing my dick all night; I’m so hard it hurts.
I hold my breath and fist my hands at my side as she leans in and kisses the tip. Violet looks up at me as she circles the head with her tongue. “So much cock.” She parts her lips and engulfs the head with her soft, warm mouth.
She begins to stroke and suck in earnest. I’d like to say I last a long time, but Violet keeps moaning—very quietly—and I keep watching. Too soon, I issue a warning. She releases me from the hot suction of her mouth, and I groan a whole lot louder than I should as I come on her chest.
Violet looks down. “Huh. That wasn’t nearly as gross as I thought it was going to be. It’s almost like a porno, right?”
I’d be interested to hear more about the porn she watches and if she’d watch some with me. “You’re the best girlfriend ever.”
Violet wears a shit-eating grin as I wipe up the mess with a handful of tissues.
“Do I get a trophy for that?”
“How about an orgasm instead?” I follow as she lies back on the bed and straddle her hips.