Page 134 of The Alternate Captain
“You realise seeing you playing today got me excited? You’re incredible. Do you know that?”
My hands find the hem of her T-shirt and I pull it over her head eagerly.
And as soon as she’s standing there, naked, right in front of me, my lips are on hers. Devouring. I’m desperate to feel her again.
Instead of going to the bed, I settle for the sofa, pulling her onto my lap and taking a nipple into my mouth. Hearing her moaning and running her hands through my hair with need is really fucking hot. I don’t even know myself.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, pulling her mouth down to mine again.
“Johnny—yesterday we didn’t—”
“Shit,” I say. Halting in my tracks. “Do we need to?”
“No, I’m taking the pill but I just—”
“Well, fuck.”
I pull her in closer, so her pussy is right on my dick, and I adjust the position so the tip, right where my piercing is, is rubbing against her clit. I know I get the right spot when sheflings her hair back and moans, pushing her perfect nipples right within reach of my tongue.
Honestly, I don’t even know how I survived before.
“Johnny, I think—”
I can’t help myself. I adjust my position again so I can slip inside her. That tight, hot feeling completely engulfs me and takes my breath away. I grip her hips and thrust into her, fast and hard. I live for this. It takes me a matter of moments to come apart, to fall right over that edge as Kelly comes on top of me. And I’m almost shaking by the time her lips find mine, completely transfixing me in whatever spell she’s put over me.
I don’t even notice that my phone is ringing. It’s vibrating in the pocket of my pants, and I let it ring a few times before the calls get more and more angry sounding. If a phone can sound angry, that is.
“You should get that,” Kelly says, kissing my jaw and shifting away from me. The coldness of her tone hits me and I look around for something to clean myself with as she tosses me a pack of tissues from the counter.
When I finally get to my phone, I cover my dick with my boxers because it feels odd to talk to someone fully naked, especially when I see my dad’s name on the screen.
I look at Kelly. “It’s my dad.”
“Oh?” she says, wrapping a robe around herself, then tossing one to me. “I hope everything is okay.”
I shove my arms into the robe, which is snugger than snug, and then I answer the next incoming call.
“Hey, son. Just checking in.”
“Checking in? You’ve called me about five times. Is everything okay?”
I take only a few seconds to realise that he’s been drinking. I can hear it in his voice.
“Just checking in, that’s all. Seeing how my superstar is doing.”
“Superstar? You’re kidding right?” I let out a burst of a laugh that I genuinely can’t contain.
“What? Am I not allowed to miss my son?” he says, and I can hear his tone change slightly.
“Well, sure, but it’s out of character.”
“I see you’re doing well with the Challenge Cup, Johnathan.”
“Sure.”
“I mean, it’s hardly the Stanley Cup, but I guess we’ll get what we get.”
Kelly sits on the bed and ruffles her hair, her eyes not leaving mine. She mouths ‘are you okay’ and I nod, but I have no idea where this is going.
