Page 36 of The Tape Job
“Please, can you be nice?” he asks. “Johnny’s going to make reservations for dinner.”
“Yep.” Third time’s a charm.
This seems to appease him, and he says goodbye before hanging up.
A text comes through from Johnny a few moments later, thanking me for speaking to Dad—as if I’ve done him a favour. Then I get a message from Jen, giving me the link to the match report she’s uploaded onto the team’s website.
Once I’ve updated the socials, I look through more photos of Liam. He looks so familiar to me, yet seeing him in the same sweater as Johnny is alien. It’s been a lifetime since they wore the same jersey. But it’s the same Liam. His stick grip, slight lean during face-offs, even the way he chews his mouthguard—all familiar, as if he’s always been here.
The longer I spend looking at him, the more desire creeps in. My core tugs with a yearning to see more of him. Because there’s one shot I took where he’s using his jersey to mop his brow and his stomach glistens with sweat and … it’s not long before I’ve moved on to my private collection: photos and videos I’ve taken of Liam. Private moments. Moments for us. My mind wanders to my very private collection. A warming ripple courses through my body, settling between my legs. I can feel my whole body prickle with excitement. I shouldn’t, right? No, I really shouldn’t. I know it will not end well. The more I resist the idea, the stronger my desire becomes. I toss my phone aside and roll over, trying to getthe idea of Liam out of my head. But the more I try to fight it, the more frustrated I get.
Without further hesitation, I grab my phone and go straight to the ‘other’ videos folder, tapping in the PIN before scrolling down to the end—right to my favourite video. My mouth waters as it loads. He’s holding his phone in his left hand, and his right hand rubs over his boxer shorts. The outline of his dick is visible. I let out an involuntary moan.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, Vic,” he says gruffly. “Look what you fucking do to me.” He rubs himself. Even though I know what’s coming next, I can’t help but stare at the screen, unblinking. I hang on his every move. I’m waiting for him to slip his hand inside his underwear, and he does—obviously, because I’ve seen this so many times before.
In one firm motion, he pushes them down and grips his dick, pushing it upward. “This is what you do to me. Fuck. I wish you were here right now.” He gives it a stroke and my state of arousal clouds my brain. All I can think about is sinking down onto it, feeling how full it makes me. What I’d give right now to be rocking back and forth on top of him as he grips my hips. The feeling of him hitting that spot inside me that he can always seem to find.
I’m wet. Really wet. And my clit is screaming for attention as I watch. He does a few seconds of frantic pumping with his fist before stopping and letting his dick fall onto his abs. Oh my God, I miss him. A bead of pre-come trickles from his dick. He leans forward and spits on himself, spreading the moisture over his length.
“I wish it was your pretty mouth doing that for me, Vic.” His breath catches as he strokes himself again, slow and controlled, then quickly on the tip before he lets go again. “Fuck, I’m ready to explode.” I’m in a trance, and I feel like it’ll only take a single swipe over my clit to send me into oblivion.
“I loved seeing you touch that perfect pussy, Vic. And that beautiful look on your face when you came for me—” He cuts off, and starts jerking himself again, only to stop again. I watch the motion of his wrist as he teases himself, then he lets out a breath. “You’re fucking incredible, Vic. You know I can’t get enough. And since you were such a good girl in the last video you sent me, I’m going to make myself come for you, baby girl.”
I don’t know why, but I love it when he says that, and him knowing this adds to the whole eroticism of the video. I slide my hand into my panties to find my clit. I’m desperate to relieve myself from the ache.
The thought and the sight of him getting himself off over me turns me on beyond measure. I know he’s not just jacking off to some random porn he’s found online, but he’s putting on a show for me. He teases himself, jerking himself, then stopping, then whispering something into the speaker. He tenses himself up a few times, trying to hold off.
“I can’t hold off any longer, Vic. I wish this was going right down your throat.”
I’ve seen this clip so many times before that I can time my orgasm with his. So I do, my breath catching in my throat as he lets out a groan, his come shooting onto his stomach. I watch in awe as his dick tenses and relaxes in time with the hard muscles of his stomach. My mouth waters at the thought of swallowing his load. But as soon as I fall back down, shame washes over me.
I launch my phone towards the end of my bed, annoyed at myself for giving in and watching the clip. But in my haste to get rid of my phone, I forgot to turn off the video. His beautiful voice trickles through the speaker, and I can’t help but skip back and listen after I retrieve it. He’s flicked the camera around so I can see his face and he gives me a special look beforesigning off.
“I love you. I can’t wait to see you this weekend. I want to hear about your week. Then I want you in my bed.” He winks, then the video ends.
I re-watch that last bit three or four times before eventually switching it off. Then I grab my pillow and put it over my head so I can scream into my pillowcase. Despite a pretty decent orgasm, that ache deep inside of me is persisting. It’s like having an ache only Liam can soothe.
I roll over and hug the pillow to me, eventually dropping off to sleep, Liam’s face floating through a dream I have. I’m startled awake when I hear the front door slam, bringing me around with a pounding headache.
I need to get some freshair.
Liam
Johnny taps away on his phone, leaving me to set up the weights for the next set. The team has exclusive use of the gym in the apartment building, but this is the first time I’ve had a session with Johnny since I’ve been here. The equipment is black, grey, and purple, and the mirrors make the room look huge despite it being the same size as the living area of our apartments.
“Figured out what you’re doing after hockey yet?” he says, tossing his phone next to his gym bag.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” I add the second dumbbell clamp and step up to the long bar.
“Because you should have a plan. Simon Pearce had a side hustle for years before he retired.”
“I don’t know who that is, but he can kiss my ass.”
“He was the guy Rodgers replaced. A benchwarmer, but he had his shit together. He had a plan.”
It wouldn’t surprise me if this Simon Pearce guy had other skills, but what have I got? Nothing I can think of. I mean, I can play the guitar but I’m no rockstar. But then I remember that renovation project Ryan has planned.
“Actually, I do have a plan—Ryan and I are going to flip houses.” I blurt it out and it’s so random, I surprise myself. I pick the bar up and check my form before starting my set. Johnny watches me, his lips quivering in an attempt to reply, but his eyes flick down to his phone which is lighting up with notifications.
