Page 111 of Wingmen

Elliot’s breath hitched. His eyes squeezed shut as his hand moved faster. He didn’t say anything for a while, and Dustin stroked himself patiently, waiting. Getting Roddy to talk dirty was like prying open a lockbox. You had to be so fucking careful, but it was dynamite when it worked.

“I would…suck your cock,” he said. “How you like it.”

“Mhm, how do I like it?”

“Fuck – slow. Very slow. Much too slow, it makes me crazy.”

Dustin chuckled, his breath catching.

“Then I’d push you down on the bed and…ride you slowly. Maybe backwards, like we did in the car. Or forwards so I can make you – ay, God – make you watch. I’d let you flip me over and – and fuck me until I can’t see.” Dustin sucked in a breath as Elliot blushed again. “I want to feel you come inside me. I – want to hear you…ah, no, I can’t.”

“Oh come on, please.”

“I want you to say you’re proud of me.”

“Fuck…” Dustin’s hand moved faster. “I am proud of you, Roddy. Listen to that filthy mouth.”

Roddy moaned and his arm flexed as he worked himself harder. Dustin matched his pace and just listened to his breath getting faster and shorter. They kept going like that. Dustin almost didn’t want it to end. The time and distance, the way the phone made it impossible to see everything.

“I can’t wait to see you,” he growled. “I’m gonna turn you inside out.”

Roddy whimpered and bit his lip.

“I’m gonna make it so good for you. You’re gonna makeallthe little fucking noises.” One of those little noises came out of the phone, and Dustin could tell he was already close. “Are you gonna come, Rodriguez?” he said. “Already?”

“Sí,” Elliot whispered, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh–”

Dustin smiled and watched him. And then an absolutelyevilidea popped into his head.

“Wait–” he said. “Stop.”

“What?” Roddy gasped. “What?!”

“Stop!” Dustin grit his teeth and stopped and braced both hands against the headboard.

“Oh God, you fucking asshole!” Roddy took his hands off himself and bowed off the bed. “Are you serious? Why?”

“Because what is it, like two days until Friday?” Dustin panted. “Can you wait?”

“Oh, please no.”

“But it’s gonna be so good. It’s gonna come out of you like a fire hydrant.”

“I hate you so much.”

“It’s gonna fill abathtub!”

“Goddammit.” Roddy’s chest was heaving. “Goddammit.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I have ajob, you asshole. I’m the – I’m the most valuable fucking player in the fucking NHL you fucking prick.”

“Maybe it’ll make you better. Maybe you’ll play the best hockey of your life.”

Roddy shut his eyes and tipped his head back, panting and furious. “Why are you being so cruel to me, Bendito?” he moaned. “I’ve been so nice to you.”

“I promise it’ll be worth it. I’ll make it really worth it. Please?”