Page 84 of Scoring the Player
The pressure peaks, threatening the strength in my knees. Seconds of staring into his leaking, blissed-out eyes, and I’mbiting my fist to stifle a chest-ripping grunt. His mouth tightens around me like a second skin as I tremor through my release.
After brushing a quick kiss to my slit, he stands, wipes his mouth, and weaves around me, leaving me with my dick out and panting.
“Hey, is there another bathroom on this side?” I hear him ask from farther down the hall.
My shoulders drop as both his and someone else’s footsteps retreat. I tuck myself in and lean against the wall.
Gaht damn!
“Good, you’re still here.”
I jump at the sound of Sid’s voice.
“My bad,” he says. “I wanted to catch you while you’re alone.”
I look over his shoulder. “S-sure. What’s up?”
“He’d probably chase me with a Smith & Wesson if he knew I was saying this to you.” He leans against the wall. “But he’s a good guy. I saw him struggling tonight, which means he’s into you. He tends to give off the opposite of what he feels. Like, his fuck-you-and-die attitude could really meanI don’t hate you.”
I grin and nod for him to continue.
“If he seems disinterested or distant, it’s probably not why you think. Be patient with him. He’s a bit of a closed book, but I sense he hasn’t had it easy.”
“He hasn’t told you what happened to him?” I ask.
Blue rounds the corner as Sid shakes his head.
“Thanks, man.” I pull him into a dap.
“Bus leaves at ten sharp tomorrow,” he says to Blue.
“Buzzz leevs at ten sharrrp,” Blue mocks.
“So rude to his elders,” Sid replies to me.
“I’m older than you.” Blue scowls as he lifts his bag.
I open the door but pause when he turns and says to Sid, “Thanks.”
Sid nods. “Have fun. Ten a.m. sharp.”
“Say ‘ten a.m.’ again and see what time I show up,” he fires back.
Sid meets my gaze, and we both laugh.
He side-eyesme as I lead him to my car. “What’s so funny?”
“Hmm?”
“You and Sid just now. Laughing.”
I slide my hands into my pockets and shrug. “I laughed?”
“Yes. Just now.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t think I did.”
“You did. You have a habit of not knowing when you’re laughing?” he asks, voice clipped.
