Chapter 24

24

Nick

All day, I’ve been bugging Joey for estimated arrival times. I need to see him. Hug him. Kiss him.

I check my phone for the time for what feels like the hundredth time today and groan.

“I’m about to put you on the chain outside in the yard if you don’t knock that off,” Neal says from his desk without taking his eyes off the computer.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re annoying as fuck today with all this moaning and groaning and pacing. Checking your damn phone every seventeen seconds isn’t going to make time go faster.” He turns and pins me with an exasperated glare. “Go jack off or something, that’ll kill, like, two minutes.”

I laugh even though I want to be offended. “First off, fuck you and your two minutes⁠—”

“If that’s what it takes to make you shut up, I’ll take one for the team.” He sighs and stands up, pulling on his shirt.

“If you come any closer to me, I’m pissing on your pillow.”

Neal contemplates that for a second before shrugging and sitting back down. “Don’t make me get the chloroform.”

That makes me pause my pacing. “We don’t have chloroform on campus.”

“That you know of…”

Well, that’s terrifying.

I look at my phone again and groan but grab my shoes and leave the room. Unfortunately, Neal is right and pacing my room doesn’t make the time go by any faster. I take the stairs just to take up more time and head to Roasted Mountains for that drink thingy the coffee witch made for me. I should probably remember what that was…

When I enter, the coffee witch is behind the counter and lifts an eyebrow at me.

“Back again, I see.” She smiles at me when I come to the counter.

“Yeah, I’m killing time. Hey, do you remember what concoction you brewed for me? Something with hot chocolate, I think?” I put my palms together like I’m praying and try to look desperate. I mean, I am desperate, so it shouldn’t be hard.

“Yeah, I got you.” She puts in the order and asks me for a name.

“You’re a goddess.” I bow to her and tell her my name while she shakes her head and walks away. She loves me. I can tell.

A minute later, she calls my name and gives me the to-go cup and a cookie. I love cookies. I should take Joey to meet Debbi and get more pastries to eat off his dick…

“You’re the best, coffee witch!” I holler as I leave and she shakes her head but I hear someone laugh in the back.

After wandering around campus for a while, I make my way back to the rink where the buses will drop off the players and all their shit. I’ve finished my drink and the cookie and now my stomach hurts from all the sugar, but oh well.

The bus finally pulls into the parking lot and I swear my blood starts vibrating. What if he doesn’t want me here when he gets off the bus? Is it weird that I’m just standing here waiting?

I look around and there’s a few girls hanging around too, but I’m guessing those are either puck bunnies or girlfriends. Fuck. This looks weird. I should have just waited at the dorms. Too late now, I’m sure I’ve been spotted.

The bus stops and though I can’t hear what is said, the head coach is saying something. Probably along the lines of “don’t be idiots, you have practice tomorrow” since that’s what we were always told.

I shove my hands into my pockets and bounce on my toes, just to have something to do. The team streams out, the storage under the bus is opened, and everything is put on the sidewalk for the guys to grab. Joey’s eyes meet mine as he steps off the bus and a smile tries to lift his lips but he tamps it down. From where I’m standing, I can watch the blush pinken his cheeks and some of the nerves in my stomach settle.

It’s dark and cold since the sun went down a few hours ago and it’s February, but I don’t let it bother me. They’ve been on the bus all day, they’re tired, achy, and probably hungry.

With surprising efficiency, they clear out the personal bags, and the equipment manager deals with what is left.

Bryce gives me a head nod on his way past me but I can’t take my eyes away from Joey. The big man with a soft heart and the need to help holds my attention like nothing else ever has. I’m obsessed.

He makes his way toward me with his head dipped a little, not looking me in the eyes, and a shy smile on his lips.

“Hi,” he says, glancing up quickly before looking back at my shoulder.

“Hi.” I want to reach for him, wrap him in a hug, hold his hand, but I don’t know how he’ll react. “Are you hungry?”

His stomach growls and I chuckle. “I guess that answers that.” I tap his chest with the back of my hand and turn toward the dorms. “Let’s put your bag down and feed you.”

It’s quiet for a minute but it’s not uncomfortable. I can tell there’s something rattling around in his head that he wants to say, so I just wait. When we hit a spot outside of the lamppost, he grabs my arm and pulls me off the path into the dark. My back hits the brick and his body is pressed against me, his lips claiming my own, and his hand is on the back of my neck. I swallow his groan when I kiss him back, taking control of his body while he ravages my mouth.

His skin is hot under my hands when I slide them under his shirt. He shudders under my touch, goosebumps popping up against my fingertips as I reach for every inch of his flesh I can reach.

“Fuck,” Joey pants against my swollen lips. “I needed that.”

I smile and bite at his pouty lower lip. “Kiss me like that anytime.”

He rocks his hips against mine, a soft moan falling from his lips when the ridge of his erection drags against my hip.

“Are you needy, baby?” My voice drops and I grip his hips, grinding myself against him.

“So fucking needy.” His whimper is music to my ears and adrenaline in my veins.

“I need you to make me come.”

Both of his hands cup my head and he fucks my mouth with his tongue. God damn, if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come in my pants.

I grip his throat and force him off my mouth. “I’ll take care of you, horny boy. Inside.”

Joey groans with his whole body, his shoulders dropping and his head falling back a little, but he grabs the bag he dropped and my hand, pulling me toward the dorms.

“Is your roommate out? I don’t know what Bryce is doing.”

I already have my phone in my hand, texting Neal to get lost for a while.

“Already on it.” When my phone is back in my pocket, I slow down until Joey turns to look at me.

“What are you doing? Is something wrong?” He glances around before looking back at me.

“You’re holding my hand. In public.” I lift our hands to show him, as if he can’t feel my palm against his. “Are you okay with this?” I wave our hands a little.

“I—” His eyebrows pull together as he looks at where we’re touching. “I didn’t think about it, I guess.”

“I’m fine with it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

In the harsh glow of a streetlamp, I watch him shut down. He’s not ready, and that’s okay, but he’s now feeling guilty about it; it’s written so clearly on his face that it may as well be written in text.

“Hey,” I release his hand when his grip loosens, “it’s okay.” Yet my heart hurts anyway. “I’m not rushing you.” Please pick me. I need someone to pick me for once.

“It’s just that we don’t—we haven’t—I don’t⁠—”

“Joey, take a deep breath. It’s okay.” His anxiety over hurting my feelings or whatever cools some of the hurt.

“Damn it. I’m sorry.” He runs his hands through his hair and pulls on the strands. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”

I look around quickly then step in closer to him, almost touching but not quite. “You don’t have to have answers right now, just do what feels good.” His gaze drops to my lips and he licks his own. One side of my mouth turns up in a knowing, carnal smile. “I want to make you feel good. Watch you come. Hear that sweet voice beg when you get close to the edge.”

He sucks in a sharp breath and his shoulders tense. “Yes. I want it. All of it.”

“Good boy.” I pat his cheek and lead the way to our dorm building. He follows along like a puppy and when I glance back at him, his eyes are on my ass. Hmm, interesting. Is he feeling toppy tonight? I wouldn’t be opposed to that…

My phone buzzes as we step onto the elevator and as I’m looking at the screen, Joey grabs my hips and presses himself against my back and ass. He’s breathing hard against my ear and neck, making my skin pebble, and my dick ache.

“Neal left the room, it’s ours,” I groan when his hard cock rubs my ass cheek. “Do you want to fuck me, sweet boy? Do you need to be inside me tonight?”

He gasps as his body is rocked by a shiver and he bites my neck. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

The smile on my face is feral and I don’t need a mirror to know it. I need my boy and if he needs to pound me into the mattress, I’ll let him.

The doors open on the third floor and we hustle to my room. For once, the hallway is empty and we aren’t stopped ten times. I push open the door and when Joey steps through it, I slam it closed and lock it. In the same instant, he drops his bag and we’re on each other. We’re ripping at clothes and savagely kissing, groping, grinding. It’s been too long since we were together, too much hurt and distance between us.

Joey palms my ass, gripping and kneading the muscles. Anticipation flutters in my stomach. Fuck, I want him.

I turn us and walk us to my bed, pushing Joey down when his knees hit the mattress. After tossing the lube on the bed, I climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs. He holds my hips and I wrap my hand around our dicks in a tight squeeze.

Joey gasps, watching my hands on us. I roll my body, thrusting into my hand and dragging my cock against his. His fingers flex into my skin, digging in and probably leaving marks.

With my free hand, I reach for his nipple and pinch it hard. He sucks in a hiss between his teeth and his body tenses, but his dick throbs and his hips jerk up.

I’m getting too worked up, too close to the edge, so I release us both and lean over his broad chest to kiss him. He works my hips, pushing up against me to get some friction on his aching cock, but I lift up so he can’t get what he’s searching for. I chuckle into the kiss when he groans with frustration.

“Please,” he whines, desperation dripping from him. “Daddy…”

I nip at his jaw and neck, moving to his ear. “Don’t worry, sweet boy, I’ll take care of you.” I grab the lube and slick up his cock, stroking him slowly. “You’re going to stretch me open, fill me with cum.” Joey whimpers and he thrusts into my grip. “I love the burn of the stretch. It hurts so fucking good.”

His face is bright red, his neck and chest too. His fingers are digging so deep into my flesh it aches, but I welcome it. It’s proof that he’s here, that he wants this, wants me.

I add some lube to my hole and test myself with a finger and then two. Fuck it, I want the burn. Lifting his cock, I position myself over him, letting his head tease my hole. Pushing against it and lifting off, once, twice, before letting the head in.

The stretch stings but it doesn’t dissuade me from wanting more. Wanting everything.

I can’t stop the hiss when I take more.

“You don’t have to.” Joey’s panting and starting to shine with sweat. He’s wrecked and we’ve barely started.

“Do you want to stop?” I lean on his chest, holding myself still.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The man looks so conflicted. He wants to fuck, it’s clear on his face, but he wants to take care of me. I can’t have that, not in this moment.

“That’s not what I asked. Do you want to stop or do you want me to sink down on your cock and ride you until all that exists is pleasure?”

His hips move involuntarily. “Pl-please, ride me.”

With my eyes on his, I force my body to relax and take the rest of him. It burns, stings, but watching his eyes cross and roll back is worth it.

I start easy, grinding my ass down against his hips, keeping him as deep as he can go. Joey’s legs move back and forth across the mattress and his fingers flex. My boy is so turned on he can’t keep still. It’s my favorite part. Where arousal and desperation crash, taking away the ability to control your body.

All the nerve endings in my body are sensitive and on high alert as I build up speed and lift off him. Soon my body is slapping against his, moans and whimpers and panting breaths fill the space between us. We’re riding a high, chasing the inevitable end, and hoping not to drown in the undertow.

I brace my hands on his chest and his eyes open, watching me take him. His eyebrows pull together, then he clenches his eyes shut. Something’s changed and I don’t know why or what caused it.

He’s thinking too hard.

Joey’s dick doesn’t feel as full as it was a minute ago and the strain in his muscles isn’t from holding himself still.

“Look at me, baby.” I stop moving, sitting on his hips, and wait. “Joey.” This time I put some command in my tone, he’s too far down the rabbit hole already.

His chin lifts and his warm eyes meet mine, making my heart ache. Without a word, he’s begging me for help, for guidance, for reassurance. This time, I don’t know how to fix it. Does he need praise? Does he need degradation? Does he need comfort?

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” I circle my hips and his breathing hitches, but it’s not what he needs. “Such a dirty little fuck toy—” His dick twitches. “—letting me use your body any way I want to get off.” I wrap my hand around my cock, jacking myself as I grind on his dick, and our gazes locked. “Just lying there and taking what I give you. My jizz trap, hungry for me to mark you with cum.”

Joey reaches for me, pulling my mouth to his in a punishing kiss as he thrusts up to meet me. He’s hard now and breathing too fast. Part of me is relieved I didn’t make it worse, part of me is proud I figured out what he needed, part of me wants to come.

“Daddy.” That innocent voice is spoken against my lips and my heart sings. “I need to come.”

“Fill me up, baby.” I stroke myself quickly, twisting my hand around the head. Joey tenses, back arching, pounding into me for a few thrusts before he grunts into my mouth and finally relaxes. He goes limp, breathing hard and cum-drunk. His blissed-out expression and sleepy smile push me over and I come on his stomach and chest.