He returns with a wicked smile and his phone in hand. Once he’s close to me, he tugs the towel loose. My stare falls to his massive cock that’s heavy and bobbing. Erect and leaking with pre-cum.
Holy shit.
Of course, his dick would be fucking beautiful.
I lick my lips and whimper when his fingers caress my hair. Darting my gaze upward, I meet his penetrative cobalt orbs.
“You want this, brother?”
I bristle at his question—more specifically, the name. “Fuck no.”
“Liar. Lick the tip.”
“But you said—”
“That’s all I want. Your tongue tasting what you can’t have. That’s the picture I need, Wonderland. Give it to me, and I go willingly to the damn wedding. I’ll make sure Carrie goes too.”
“And you promise to behave? You won’t ruin their day?”
“I promise.”
“Okay.” I start to reach for his cock, but he smacks my hand away.
“Just your tongue.”
With my eyes burning into his, I flick my tongue out and lean forward. His soapy, masculine musk fills my nostrils. Fuck, I want to swallow his pretty dick whole. I bring my tongue to the tip and tease a circle around the crown. He positions the camera and inhales a harsh breath when I give the slit a suck, eagerly tasting the tease of his seed.
“Jesus,” he moans. “You’re a fucking monster.”
Maybe I won this round indeed.
I’m about to grab his hips and take him deep into my mouth when we hear voices. Canyon drops his phone in his haste to grab his towel and cover-up. I pick up the phone and hand it to him after he manages to tie the towel around his waist. We both return to our respective lockers just as other teammates begin to enter the locker room after their practice.
I can still taste his salty essence on my tongue. I’ve yet to swallow it down, eager to hold onto it for a little while longer. Finally, I swallow the teasing sample of him. A hunger I know will never be sated burns through my veins.
Canyon Voss will ruin me.
I can’t let this happen.
But, Sommers, it already is happening, and you have no one to blame but yourself.
Canyon
What did I just agree to?
I was so focused on getting Alis’s supple, pouty mouth near my dick, I lost all sense of reality. In that moment, I would have cut out my heart and handed it over to him, just to get what I wanted.
Him.
The feel of his tongue, so hot and wet, teasing my tip was the single most glorious thing I’d ever felt in my entire life.
Just imagine how his throat would feel…
After I dress, I step out of the locker room and into the hall. It’s empty, so I pull my phone out to discreetly look at the picture I took.
Holy shit.
My dick remains hard as stone. Want, deep and aching, settles in my bones. I want him. And not in some revenge-fuck kind of way. I want to possess him and pin him down. To hear every breathy sound that leaves his throat. The need for him is damn near consuming me.
And I have no one to talk to about it.
Naomi’s face comes to mind. Guilt assaults me. I wronged that poor girl because of my stupid vengeance mission. Her smiles and affection were the only things that got me through each day this past summer. I fucking miss her.
Before I can consider what a bad idea it is, I rush out to my Challenger, eager to see Nae. I drive to the pizza place she works at, longing for some sense of normalcy in my life. By the time I burst into the restaurant, I’m practically shaking with the need to talk to her.
Her dark eyes flit over to mine as soon as I approach the counter. I wait impatiently behind a man placing an order. She never loses stride, her customer service smile firmly affixed, while I stare unabashedly at her.
As soon as the man walks off, her smile falls to the ground, shattering at her feet.
“What are you doing here?” she demands, her black brows drawing together.
I reach across the counter, taking her hand in mine. “Can you take a break? To talk?”
Her lips purse together, and she gives me a clipped nod. “I’ll meet you outside. I just need to let Todd know I’m stepping away.”
I head back out and sit on the hood of my car, waiting for Naomi. A few minutes later, she steps out and crosses her arms over her chest. She keeps her distance from me, which really fucking sucks.
“Nae…” I trail off and run my fingers through my hair. “You’re right.”
She smirks. “I’m always right.”
I fight a grin. “Only about sixty percent of the time.”
“Try ninety-five.”
“Seventy-five.”
“Eighty.”
We both chuckle. The banter and friendship between us were always easy. It guts me knowing we’ve lost that.