Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Rylan

“A t some point tonight, I’ll need you to head out for a bit so I can video call Hayes to jerk off,” I tell Mads, who’s lying in the second bed in our Florida hotel room. We arrived late last night and spent most of the day conditioning, going over film, and resting. We’ll do much of the same tomorrow before the game that evening, then head to Nashville.

He turns his head my direction. “I would ask if you’re shitting me, but I know you better than that.” I’d filled him in about who Hayes is after the night Hayes had come to my house. It was a shock to say the least, but Mads had rolled with it.

“I can’t help it! He’s hot, the sex is great, and we already know it’s not just me swallowing his cum that’s good luck, but hooking up in general. Now I have to see if it works long distance too.”

Mads sighs, but I know he understands where I’m coming from. This is just how hockey players are. “You’re lucky I want to win.”

“Thanks, man. You’re a real one. I’m going to message him in a bit to see if he’s alone, and then you can bounce.”

He nods, looking through his phone. “So he’s basically agreed to keep having sex with you for six months? Why would he do that?”

I scoff at his question. “Because I’m a great fuck, you ass.”

Mads laughs. “I didn’t mean it like that. Is there anything in it for him other than your body?”

“That’s enough right there, thank you very much,” I reply, but I do get what he’s saying. And Mads is someone I talk to, but I’m also big on trust, and I feel like I know Hayes well enough that he wouldn’t want all his business out there. I pause, trying to think of a way to share with Mads without giving away too much. “After what happened with the fuck-face, Hayes isn’t looking for a relationship. He just wants to have some fun, but he’s kinda like you in that he doesn’t want to hook up with just anyone. He has to feel comfortable.” Though it’s different for Mads. Where there’s a self-esteem piece when it comes to Hayes, there isn’t with Mads.

“This guy you hardly know feels comfortable with you? And how did that work that first random blowjob in Seattle?”

My head begins to throb. “It just did. We clicked. It was different for me that first night too. It felt like I knew him.”

Mads takes his attention away from his phone and looks at me with a cocked brow. “So you guys are friends now? Do you talk or just fuck?”

“We talk.” We did last time, at least. And now we’ve been texting some too. The truth is, I want to talk to Hayes even more than we do. “I like hanging out with him, and it’s fun to see him let go, ya know? After all that shit he’s been through, he deserves it.”

He stares at me longer than necessary.

“It’s just sex,” I say, reading his mind.

“But it’s okay if it’s not. Or if it becomes something more.”

“I know. I’ve just never been looking for that, and it’s never found me. I hardly know the guy, and he’s definitely only looking to get some Os out of the deal.” No way it could be more than sex with us. But I must admit, part of my worry about relationships is being used because of my career. I don’t have that concern with Hayes. He couldn’t care less, and it’s not about money with him either.

“Okay,” Mads replies simply, then gets back on his phone. I brush off his questions because really, there’s no reason to pay them any mind.

Me: Are you home?

Hayes: No. I’m working late.

Shit. Well, that sucks. But then…

Me: Are you alone at work?

Hayes: Yes.

He’s not very talkative today. I frown, unease twisting in my gut.

“Hey, can I go ahead and get some time?” I ask Mads. It’s nine here, and I know I’m asking a lot.

“Sure. You have an hour. I’ll go bug Volkov.”

“Thanks, man. I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than one,” Mads teases, leaving the room in his shorts and a pair of socks and nothing else.

I immediately video call Hayes.

“Why are you calling me?” he asks as soon as his face appears on screen. His cheeks are a little red, and his typically very neat brown hair is messy, like he’s been running his fingers through it. Mostly, though, I notice the distance in his honey-colored eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“What? Yes. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“You just seem off. We’re friends. You can talk to me.”

He does that cute thing where his nose wrinkles up, and I wish he were here so I could kiss the tip of it. He clearly didn’t expect me to tell him that he can talk to me, and that makes my stomach clench. It reminds me of what he said, about not having friends for most of his life, and damn do I want to change that for him, want him to have someone who is there for him.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

There definitely is, but I feel like I can judge his moods already, and he’s not in the headspace to talk to me. But maybe if I can get him to relax… “Take off your clothes.”

His mouth drops open, his eyes like cartoon eyeballs about to pop out of his head. Of course, I laugh.

“What’s so funny? You like riling me up.” He shifts in his seat. “I’m at work. I can’t take my clothes off here.”

“You did it the first night we met.”

“That was different.”

“Why?” I ask with a smirk.

“Because it was,” he says, flustered. He seems to hesitate, then asks softly, “What are we going to do? If I did take off my clothes. Not that I’m going to, but I am alone, and my office has a door with a lock…what the hell am I saying? Yes, my office has a door. You mess with my head.”

His response makes me chuckle. “I thought we could further test our sexual chemistry, see if it has the same results long distance. I have a game tomorrow, and something is going on with you tonight, though we’re pretending it’s not. Can’t hurt for either of us to burn off some energy.”

“I…” He’s thinking it over. I can see the wheels spinning in that busy head of his.

“If you don’t feel safe, I would never expect you to—”

“I want to,” jumps out of his mouth before I can continue.

I grin.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You”—he waves his free hand—“take your clothes off first. I have to get my lotion.”

I toss the blanket off and tug my underwear down. My dick is already half-hard, and all we’ve done is talk. “Done. We only have about fifty minutes before Mads comes back.”

His face pops onto the screen again. “You told him?”

“Um…yes? Is that bad?”

“Oh my God. I can’t believe you told your teammate to leave so we could have video sex.”

“Hey, how do you know I told him to leave?”

“Because I know you,” he huffs and disappears again. I assume he’s getting naked and locking the door. Not a minute later his cute little butt streaks across the screen, and I realize he must have set the phone up on the desk.

“Fuck, I love your ass.” I pluck the bottle of lube from the mattress, where I’d hidden it under the blanket, and pump some into my hands.

“It’s not even that great of an ass.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s fucking incredible.”

He sits down in his chair, but the desk is in the way.

“I can’t see you. Let me call you right back on my laptop. Do you have one you can use?”

“I’m certainly not going to have video sex on my work computer.”

I chuckle. “You’re so fucking cute. Talk to you in a minute.”

I end the call, jump out of bed, and grab my laptop from my bag. A moment later, I’m back on the mattress, computer between my spread legs and angled so he can see my dick, torso, and my face, and call him back. Hayes is still in his chair, but I can see more of him now, his cock already hard and pointing upward.

“Someone is happy to see me.”

“Oh my God. You’re ridiculous.”

“But I make you smile.”

He tightens his lips together and tries to hide the fact that he was doing just that.

I wrap my hand around my dick and slowly stroke it. “Touch yourself for me. Rub that pretty cock the way I’d do if I were there.”

His dick twitches. “Shit.” Hayes pumps some lotion into his hand and does what I say. I love it when he lets go like this, when he doesn’t let his fears or worries hold him back and just gives in to the pleasure. Hayes is locked up so tight, and damned if I don’t enjoy being the one to help set him free.

“You watched me play last night.”

“Not talking about that.”

“Did it get you hard?” He drops his head back, showing me the long column of his throat, all the places I would kiss if I were there. “Tell me, cutie. Does it get you hard watching me? Knowing what I look like under all that gear and that you’ve had your mouth all over my body?”

“Fuck,” he grits out, throat tightening, hand still moving. “I hate the way I react to you.”

“No you don’t. You might want to, or think you want to, but you don’t.” The tight glide of my hand up and down my shaft, along with seeing him, makes shivers run the length of my body. “Tell me what you would do to me if I were there.”

His eyes pop open. “What?”

“You heard me…and you can do it. Just let go. You’re so fucking sexy, and you don’t even see it. I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid eyes on you…you’re so damn hot. Tell me what you would do to me.”

His pupils expand as he watches me, still stroking, face full of insecurity but want too, so damn much naked desire in his gaze that it makes my balls draw up slightly and throb.

“What if I’m not good at it?” he asks, voice soft with vulnerability. The moment makes my pulse pound. Hayes doesn’t talk like that, doesn’t ask questions like that. It’s the moment and him being wrapped up in it, but it still makes me feel so damn proud that he’s showing this to me.

“You will be. You basically just have to exist in my vicinity, and I get hard.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“I guess I’ll have to prove it to you. Now tell me. I want to hear you say it. You’ll be so fucking good at it. I know it.”

Hayes lets out a shaky breath. He spreads his legs and slides down a little in his chair. He looks so hot, nuts full of cum, dick so damn hard and flushed red, his softer stomach, smooth chest, and those damn lips that drive me out of my mind.

“I like sucking your cock,” he tells me.

“That’s good because I like being in your mouth.” I use my other hand to play with my balls, skin sensitive and body feeling like a live wire.

“I would…lie between your legs…bury my face in your sac. I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I like it when you’re musky…love that heady scent of you.”

“Fuck,” I groan, trying to keep myself from shooting. “What else? Tell me what you would do.”

“I…oh, shit…I already want to come. I’d take you as deep into my mouth as I could. Your cock stretches my lips, but I like it. Love the way I have to work to accommodate your girth.”

“Fuck yes.” I slip my other hand between my legs and circle my rim. “Would you play with my hole? I’d want your tongue and your fingers. You can work me open with your mouth and then fuck me with your fingers while you take my cock so well.”

“Holy shit. God…I can’t…what the fuck!” His body tightens, bows off the chair as he works his fist faster and his full balls draw up. Cum spurts from his tip, landing against his belly and chest as he jerks himself through his orgasm.

Hayes slumps against the chair, face even redder than it was before.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen. At least not yet. Jesus. I can’t believe I just did that.”

I chuckle and wish I were there so I could kiss him, so I could lick up all the cum on his chest. “I have that effect on people.”

“I hate you.”

“Make me come.”

He freezes for a moment, like he’s unsure again, but then says, “I, um…wanna taste you. I’d let you fuck my mouth, work so hard to get your load. I’d have to prove to myself that I can, that I could make you come.”

“You could. You so fucking could.” I work my dick faster, my body beginning to tingle.

“But then I would pull off.”

“Hey, where are you going?” I tease.

Hayes chuckles. “Not far. I want…I’d climb on top of you…straddle you…I’ve never taken a cock that big before, but I want to do it. Want to ride you. Jesus…I can’t believe how much.”

“You’d ride me so good. I bet you’d play with my pecs while you took my cock so well.”

“You want it, don’t you? Want me? Want to fuck me?” His questions aren’t part of the game anymore. He’s serious, unsure, and I hate the insecurity in his tone.

“I’m dying to get inside that ass. I’d give you mine too. Fuck you until I bust my nut and then turn ass up for you.”

Light dances in my vision, body tense and jittery as my balls draw up and my orgasm washes over me. I shoot all over myself, balls emptying what feels like a never-ending amount of jizz before I slump back against the bed.

“That was so fucking hot,” I say in unison with his, “I can’t believe I just did that…and said all that.”

“You were so good for me.” I move the laptop beside me, then curl on my side on the bed so I’m facing it, facing him. I pull the blankets up, feeling guilty about the mess I’ll leave but not having the energy to move.

“I should go,” Hayes tells me.

“Not yet.”

He sighs, then uses his shirt to wipe up the mess on his stomach.

“What will you wear home?”

“I have another one here.”

“What was wrong earlier?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head.

“You can trust me, cutie.”

“Why are you calling me that?”

I suddenly feel all mushy inside. What is it about this man? “Because it’s true. You’re so fucking cute, and you’re good luck.”

“But I’m not lucky. Not really. What’s going to happen when you realize that?”

“I get to decide who you are to me.” And the thing is, I like Hayes. Not in the way Mads was thinking, but I like him, and when this season is over, I still want to be friends with him. “What happened?”

He sighs and sits up straighter. “The Jilted Exes want to hang out with me.”

I frown, unsure why that is a big deal. “Have you done that before?”

“Just once. They want us to become friends. To have some kind of support group. It makes no sense.”

“I’d argue that it makes a lot of sense. You guys went through something traumatic together, and you did it in the public eye. I think it would be good for you all to become a support system for each other. Give it a chance. If it doesn’t work out, at least you tried.” I want this for him. Hayes needs more in his life than work. He deserves happiness and friendships and amazing sex. And if one day he decides he wants it, he deserves love too. “Do it for me?” I flutter my lashes playfully.

“Ugh. Why would I do that?”

“Because you like me and we’re gonna be best friends. Plus, we’re incredible fuck buddies.”

“I should go.”

“Try it. Please?”

He rolls his eyes, but then says softly, “Okay.”

I feel like I just won a prize. “Will you watch my game tomorrow night?”

Hayes chuckles. “Now you’re pushing it.”

“Please?” I flutter my lashes again.

“I’m gonna go.”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

He nods, looks like he’s going to say something, but then ends the call.