Page 153 of Right Man, Right Time
“Silas, please.”
“Do it.”
She releases herself and just lies there, stark naked, legs spread.
“Fuck, just look at you. I wish I was there, eating that wet pussy. Sucking on your clit, driving my dick so hard inside you that you can practically taste my cum in the back of your throat.”
Her chest rises and falls, her hands itch at her side, and she wets her lips.
“Silas, I need more.”
I pump at my cock. “Pinch your nipples, baby. Make yourself moan.”
Her hands go straight to her breasts, and she plays with them, moaning, saying my name, calling out with every pinch. My cock grows thicker in my hand.
“My dick is so hard, Ollie. Shit . . .” I pump harder. “Finger yourself. I need to see you pleasure yourself.”
“Finally,” she says as she slides two fingers against her clit, and she starts making small circles. “Oh fuck,” she yells. “Silas, I’m so wet. Oh my God.”
“That’s it, baby, keep up the pace. I need you to match my strokes. Pinch your nipple too. I want you to mark yourself.” My hand is frantic on my dick now, precum sliding down the side. “Jesus, I’m right there.”
“Me too. Oh fuck, Silas . . . oh my God.” Her body tenses, her legs fall open even more, and her hand moves so fast that it sends a hot wave of heat over me as I watch Ollie pleasure herself. It’s such a goddamn turn-on that in seconds, my cock swells, and my chest fills with a sense of euphoria.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I say right before I fall over the edge, my cum traveling up my stomach.
“Me . . . too,” she says. I watch her entire body spasm as her body shudders with pleasure. “Silas,” she says. My name coming from her mouth sounds so sweet.
When she finally catches her breath and looks up at me, she has a semi-satisfied look on her face. “I want you, Silas, when you get home. I need you.”
“I need the same thing,” I say.
She sits up and takes the phone in her hand, bringing it so only her beautiful face is in view. “Will you take me out on a date?”
“I will.”
“Will you let me sleep over at your place?”
“It will be a requirement.”
She smiles. “Is this what it’s going to be like? When you’re gone, this is what we do?”
“I sure as fuck hope so,” I answer.
“Good, because I can manage this.”
* * *
Bag at my side,I roll it off the elevator and toward my apartment. We had a two-game stint out on the road, which is nice, starting off easy. We remain undefeated, which is an even better start to the season than prior seasons. It seems as though we’re all clicking on the ice, and Coach is very happy about it.
On the flight home, I saw Posey sitting in anguish, and I tried to ask him what was going on, but he wouldn’t say anything. I wonder if that’s why he got in a fight during our game. Something must be bothering him, but none of us can tell what it is.
I’m sure he’ll speak soon. He always does.
When I reach my apartment door, I unlock it and then swing it open, only to find Ollie sitting on the couch, watching TV. When her head whips around to look at me, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen greets me.
This.
This is what I’ve missed.
