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His hands freeze on my thighs, and he runs them up my skin to my hips to hold on to.
“Fuck my thighs,” I instruct as I let go of his throat. I don’t know where that came from, but I’m not questioning it. Not today.
“Switch spots and stick out your ass then.” Brendon’s voice is gravelly with lust, but I do what he says. My face is pushed against the wall and my ass is arched out for him. He lines his dick up with my legs and pushes in, his tip nudging at my balls. I don’t even try to hold in my moan as it echoes off the tile.
“Cross your ankles, flex around me,” he instructs as he grips my hips.
The water from the shower makes my skin slippery enough for him to thrust. It feels so fucking good for him to use me.
He slides his fingers between my cheeks and presses against my hole. I tense up on instinct, but it feels fucking amazing. “You want me in here?” Brendon asks with his lips against my skin.
“Yesss,” I moan and reach for the back of his head while I jack myself off. “I want you to stretch me out, fuck me until I can’t stand, then fill me with your cum.”
Brendon’s breathing hitches and he whimpers as he sprays the wall and my inner thighs with cum. His fingers dig into my skin and my own cum is added to the wall, mixing with his. I sag against the wall, and he leans heavily on me with his forehead against my shoulder.
“Shit, that was sexy.” I run a finger against his tip, smearing his cum on my skin. Brendon hisses at the contact, probably sensitive after his release, but he doesn’t pull away from me. I link our hands together, my palm against the back of his hand and my fingers in between his. I lift his arm to press against my heart. He’s my safe place, and I just hope he knows I am for him too.
8
Brendon
Iopen my mouth to thank him or something, but there’s noise in the hallway, and I jerk back from him and move under the water. Paul pulls his shorts back up without cleaning me off him and heads to pick up his gear.
The room is quickly filled with conversation and the sounds of the team changing. It’s all so normal that I easily fall back into the routine of it. When I get out of the showers, Paul is pulling on jeans with his shorts balled up on the bench.
I quickly get changed so I can get out of here, but as I’m pulling on a shirt, Jeremy sits on the bench next to my cubby.
“You okay?”
I shrug, forcing an easy smile on my face. “You know me. I’m always okay.”
Paul snorts, and Jeremy glances at him quickly before looking back at me.
“What Preston said was fucked up. I’ll talk to him about it.”
I pat Jeremy on the shoulder when he opens his mouth to say something else.
“It’s fine, man. I let him get to me today, and I knew better.” I walk past him, done with this conversation. I love Jeremy like a brother. I would go to war for him, but I can’t look at him right now. I know Preston is going through a lot. His dad died, he’s injured, he has legal shit to deal with, processing everything, but that doesn’t give him a free pass to hurt everyone around him.
Leaving the arena, I head toward the dorms. I should go to the dining hall and get dinner, but I don’t want to people right now. I’m too tired.
“Hey!” The cheerful voice of my new bestie grates on my nerves, and I have to force myself to take a breath.
“How’s it going?” I stop walking and wait for her to catch up.
“You know, fine.” She shrugs. “I saw your practice. Did you and your boyfriend have a fight or something?”
Preston was right, I guess.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” The doors to the rink open behind me, and I turn to watch Paul walk away from me with Jeremy and Preston toward the dining hall.I should have stayed with them.
“Oh really? Hmm, I was getting a vibe.” She wags her eyebrows. “It’s so hot when men kiss.”
“Kissing is attractive in general,” I say back. “I’m heading back to my room for a nap. I’ll talk to you later.”
I hustle away before she can say anything else and hope she doesn’t follow me. I don’t have the energy today.
When I get to our dorm room, I’m disappointed when Paul isn’t there, even though I knew he wouldn’t be. I need to know what the fuck that was in the locker room. I’m already so fucking attached to him that I don’t think I can do casual hookups too. Relationships aren’t really my thing, I’ve never had the time or energy for one outside of hockey, but I would try for him.
