But I couldn't stop.
I thought about his hands.Those clean, manicured fingers that gripped a pen to sign million-dollar deals.What would they feel like on me?Would they be firm?Demanding?
I quickened my pace, my hips lifting off the bench to meet my fist.The room was filled with soft, wet sound of my own desperation.
I thought about his voice in my ear.“You carry yourself like someone who knows where he's going.”Did he know where this was going?Did he know he'd reduced me to this, a panting, frantic mess in an empty locker room, jerking off to the memory of him?
The pleasure built, a tight coil low in my stomach.I bit my lip to keep from crying out, the taste of blood metallic on my tongue.My free hand braced against the bench, knuckles white.
The text message glowed on the phone screen where I’d dropped it on the floor.Distracted.
I was more than distracted.I was unravelling.
My climax hit like a check into the boards, sudden, brutal, and breathtaking.It ripped through me, wave after wave of blinding release, my entire body seizing up.A strangled, choked-off sound was torn from my throat as I came all over my stomach and the towel, my vision spotting at the edges.
For a long moment, I just sat there, boneless and spent, trying to remember how to breathe.The only sounds were my ragged gasps and the steady drip...drip...drip...from the showers.
Reality crashed back in, cold and unforgiving.
I was sitting in the locker room, covered in my own cum, after jacking off to a text message from the owner of my hockey team.
I dragged a clean part of the towel over my stomach with a trembling hand, a wave of nausea and wild euphoria warring inside me.What the hell was I doing?
My phone buzzed again on the floor.
I flinched, my heart lurching back into a frantic rhythm.Slowly, hesitantly, I picked it up.
Unknown number:I look forward to seeing you focus on the ice again.Until then.
I stared at the message, a fresh, terrifying thrill shooting through me.He knew.Somehow, he knew exactly what effect he had on me.He'd probably known this would happen the second he hit ‘send’.
And the worst part?The absolute, undeniable worst part?
I already wanted him to do it again.
Chapter 6
