Page 1 of Away Game

1

Fin

“Let me make you feel better,”Candy said with her annoyingly high-pitched voice as she started to undo my belt. Luckily, she was good at giving head, or I would have pushed her to the ground and left her outside in the cold.

I had no idea why I’d let her talk me into going outside with her. I’d rather be anywhere but here. I should have been at Oz’s house drowning my sorrows with the team, but I stopped by the diner on the way there to grab a bite to eat and ran into Candy.

She slowly slid my zipper down as if being purposely slow was going to help my mood or the thickening of my cock. Weaving my fingers through her hair, I gripped hard and pulled her head back until she was looking up at me with her shocked Bambi eyes.

“If you’re going to do it, then fucking do it.”

A flash of annoyance sparked in her eyes, but just as quickly, it was gone. Instead of retorting, Candy pulled my semi out of my boxer briefs and wrapped her lips around the head. Her soft, tiny hands gripped my shaft and started to move up and down, first slowly and then faster as she practiced her lollipop sucking skills.

The back door of the diner swung open and slammed against the wall, making Candy suck harder. She moaned deep in her throat, sounding like a porn star. I wasn’t sure if it was because she got off on the thought of getting caught or if she was trying to hurry me along.

Either way, I didn’t care.

I let my body relax against the wall as I watched someone step outside and move toward the dumpster.

He spotted us at the same time I recognized who it was.

Weston Fucking Jackson.

The fucking asshole who intercepted my pass at the game earlier tonight and won the fucking championship for his team, Central Valley.

My rival team.

Why wasn’t he out partying? And why the fuck did I care?

I watched him as Candy took my now hard as steel cock down her throat and bobbed her head up and down.

West’s grip on the bag of trash he was holding loosened until it rested on the ground of the parking lot, forgotten. His eyes never wavered as Candy put her skills to use.

Even from a distance, I swore I could see his lust-filled eyes pinned on me, and I didn’t think it had anything to do with the blonde down on her knees sucking me off.

As if my dick had him under a trance, West silently and slowly moved closer. With my heavily lidded eyes, I could see the thick bulge in his pants when he stopped a few feet away.

Candy swirled her tongue around my mushroomed head and flicked along the vein that ran underneath, causing my head to lean back.

Even with my head tilted back, I kept my eyes on the voyeur in front of me. I couldn’t look away as his hands twitched at his sides as if he was holding himself back from pleasuring himself while he watched our show.

When one of Candy’s hands moved down behind my balls, I let out a deep moan and slammed my cock down her throat. I couldn’t help but close my eyes as pleasure took over my body. West’s face flashed before me. Making me tighten my fingers in her hair as I fucked her face until I came down her throat.

Once every last drop was spilled, I pulled my throbbing erection out of her mouth and tucked it into my jeans.

Candy’s mouth hadn’t sated me in the slightest. I was more wound up now than I was when she brought me out here and promised me a good time, and it had everything to do with the mocha-skinned, green-eyed man staring at me from only a few feet away.

I cleared my throat, and it seemed to break him out of his hypnotic state. West stumbled back a few steps before he caught himself. With his head hung low, he picked up the bag of trash and made his way over to the dumpster.

“Oh my god, was he watching us the whole time?” Candy shrieked and curled her body around my side.

The movement repulsed me, but I didn’t push her away like I wanted to. My entire focus was on West and the way his muscular body moved as he hurried away like he just stumbled upon a crime scene.

There were no words to describe what I would do to him. I was going to annihilate him if I ever saw him again.

There was no reason to see him now that football season was over with. Come July, I’d be gone and living in Willow Bay, and I didn’t plan on ever looking back.

For now, I’d use my words to destroy him. “That’s right fag, scurry away like the little bitch you are,” I shouted as he quickly walked from the dumpster to the back door. I didn’t think he’d have the nerve to look back at me, but I was wrong. West turned to look over his shoulder, hurt evident in his eyes before he ducked inside.

---