7. Ellis

CHAPTER 7

ELLIS

Johnny's raspy whisper is loud in the other wise silent room, but the thundering of my heart almost drowns out his words. I'm only able to process that he's talking once I realize he's taken his hands off me.

"Ellis," he says, and even in his ridiculous disguised voice, my insides churn with need from him saying my name. "Tell me you understand that you can say no at any time."

I nod, my eyes clenched shut beneath my blindfold. "I understand," I answer, my voice weak and needy.

"Good boy," he whispers, and a tremor makes its way from my head to the tips of my toes.

The heat of his hands returns to my body. He caresses and rubs and massages my back, hips, thighs, and ass. The more he touches me, the more my apprehension bleeds away, replaced with desperation. I push my ass further into his hands. His groan makes my cock twitch, and his hands slip up my body, pulling my jersey from my waistband. I feel cool air touch my skin before his hands glide under my shirt, leaving a searing path of heat wherever his bare skin touches mine. His palms smooth over my skin, up the sides of my back, thumbs pressing in to either side of my spine, and then skirt around to my sides, pulling my body against him. His cock feels massive pressed against my ass, and it both frightens and thrills me. He rocks against me, and I whimper, needing so much more.

"Please," I whine, not knowing what it is I'm begging for.

Fingers dip into my waistband and run along the edge of my belt, all the way around to the front, where my erection is pressing painfully against the zipper. I hold my breath as he undoes my buckle, then my fly, before he inches my pants down over my ass. I'm not sure if he's going slowly because he likes to edge us both, or if it's his way of giving me time to stop him, but I'm too far gone to think too hard about it. All I know is that my heart beats faster the farther the material falls, until the uniform pants are down around my thighs.

"You wore them," he says breathlessly.

"You told me to."

That's the last moment of hesitation before Johnny's control breaks. His hands are rough, kneading fistfuls of my ass, spreading and squeezing my ass cheeks together. I cry out when I feel his hot breath against my crack, and he shushes me before placing his mouth directly over my ass and puffing hot breaths into the fabric of my briefs. Wet cotton pushes against my hole as his tongue teases me, and I'm a whimpering, sobbing mess.

" Gahhh I want this," he growls, voice muffled in the fabric covering my ass.

"Take it," I gasp. "Please don't stop."

My body jerks as my underwear is torn roughly down my legs. I brace myself, trembling in both terror and desperate arousal at what might come next. Fingers grip the meat of my cheeks and spread me apart before his hot, wet tongue assaults my hole. I try to muffle my shocked cries against m y arm as I grip the edge of the table. I'm on the tips of my toes, trying to get enough purchase to rock back against him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" My moans are breathless and almost as raspy as his fake voice. A string of spit flows out of my open mouth as my face rocks into the countertop with each thrust of his tongue inside my hole. My cock is jerking, smacking against the side of the counter until Johnny wraps his hand around it, adjusting me so I can thrust between his tongue and his hand. "I'm going to?—"

Just before my cock erupts, everything spins as Johnny turns my body around. My hands fly into his hair as his mouth wraps around my cock, and I thrust shallowly a few times before I'm filling his mouth with my cum. In my disoriented pleasure, I nearly call Johnny someone else's name entirely. His name.

"Gaa- ahhhh ." I cover my blunder with a moan.

I'm worried he heard me and is angry when I'm spun back around and thrown back against the counter. Johnny presses against my back, holding my chest down as something warm and wet pours down my crack. Then I hear him unzip, and his cock, thick and heavy, falls against my ass. I whimper, unsure about what is happening, but stay still and try to breathe. I'm panting as Johnny's big cock glides through the wetness, driving himself between my ass cheeks. His shaft rubs over my hole, and it clenches as my half-hard cock begins to fill all over again. Johnny grips my ass in both hands, pressing my cheeks tighter around his cock as it glides over me.

His breathing is even heavier than mine, laced with grunts as he uses my ass like a toy, fucking into the crack of my ass without ever breaching me. The grunts and growls increase until his thrusts become wilder, and he chokes out my name. Warmth splashes over the small of my back and my ass as Johnny coats my skin in his cum, continuing to rub t he mess into my skin even after his cock stops pulsing.

Our panting subsides as we come down, and just like the first time we hooked up, the silence is weighted and awkward. Johnny's tension is palpable. I don't have any regrets other than my curiosity over not knowing who he is, and feeling guilty that he so obviously has regrets. And I feel bad for almost calling him Gabe.

I flinch as a towel moves across my lower back and ass, wiping up the cum that's all over me. There's so much of it, it's dripping down the backs of my thighs. He wipes me up and places a soft kiss on each of my ass cheeks, which makes me smile.

I start to say something snarky. "I think your tongue?—"

The door handle jiggles, and when it doesn't open, a hand pounds at the door. Shit. Fuck. Is it Coach?

"Ellis? Are you in there?"

I can't decide what's worse. That it could have been Coach. Or that it is my brother. Gasping, I stand up, blindly pulling up my soaked, stretched underwear and pants. Everything is wet, and I'm a terrible, filthy mess. Shit!

"I have to take this off," I whisper-yell, reaching for my blindfold. When I pull it off, there's no one in the room with me. But Elliot is still pounding at the door, so he couldn't have left. I look around wildly, searching for any sign of where he could be hiding and trying to come up with a plan at the same time. My eyes catch on some movement in the dark recesses of the laundry area. A clean bath towel flies out of the shadows and I catch it, nodding my understanding.

A few moments later, I unlock the door and crack it open.

"Will you shut up?! Everyone's going to hear you. "

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Elliot asks, pushing past me into the room. He looks around, brows furrowed in confusion as his eyes come to rest on me. "Why are you naked?"

I tighten the towel around my waist before throwing up my arms in exasperation. "My borrowed uniform got really gross when I was cleaning up after the game," I explain. "I needed to wash it, but I didn't bring anything to change into. I threw it in with the rest of the team's laundry and was waiting for it to be done. I didn't think anyone would notice me missing."

"You could have just washed it back at the dorms."

"Our washers and dryers are always broken. I was actually contemplating bringing the rest of my laundry here." That part isn't a lie. I swear my whole dorm is falling apart. "Also, I didn't want anyone to see the stains on my uniform. There was soap or sunscreen or something, and it looked gross. I'm trying to avoid that kind of attention here."

Elliot gives me a pitiful look. "You could have texted me," he says, dropping his gym bag and unzipping it.

He pulls out a clean pair of shorts and a familiar-looking t-shirt. I pull them on, checking out the t-shirt. It's the same as the one that's been under my pillow for the past six weeks. The one Johnny gave me to wear after he ruined mine in the bathroom at the party. It's a Hunts County Fair t-shirt, with a spray art wolf. Somehow, I'm only just now noticing the baseball in its mouth. I'm dizzy with the realization that whoever Johnny is, he must know my brother. Is that why he doesn't want me to know his true identity?

As we're on the way out, Elliot looks at the bin where I threw all the equipment. Most of it still needs to be wiped down, and I'll have to figure out a way to come back. His gaze drops to the floor, where it looks like some catcher's gear either fell or got tossed, and his confused expression returns .

I leave the door unlocked when we close it behind us and do my best not to glance over my shoulder. Not only because it would look suspicious, but I'm trying hard to let Johnny keep the anonymity he so obviously needs, despite my burning curiosity. The pool of people he could be is dwindling by the day, but I'm not sure I want to know who he really is. I feel certain that as soon as I figure it out, he won't want to do this anymore. I've grown addicted to more than just the thrill and sexual exploration. I enjoy our conversations and the way he checks in on me throughout the day. I like that there's one person I can be my absolute, unfiltered self with.

"You seen Gabe?" Elliot asks as we make our way out of the athletics building.

"Hmm? Uh, no. Not since he left the field after the scrimmage. He seemed to be feeling pretty full of himself."

Elliot makes a noncommittal humming noise. "Maybe he went to visit his girlfriend."

My heart does an idiotic, hopeless flip right into the pit of my stomach. "Gabe has a girlfriend? What happened to no more clingy bitches?" I say, imitating Gabe's deeper voice and inflection when he's putting on his himbo front.

"I don't know for sure, but he's been MIA lately. He's usually up my ass unless he's getting some." Elliot laughs at his joke, and I pretend to laugh with him.

It's pretty fucking dumb to be jealous that Gabe has somebody when I just got done being painted in cum by a faceless stranger that I like to pretend is him.

I can't believe I almost called him Gabe.