Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

DAK

It’s a good thing there aren’t people sitting close by. Ezlo’s leaning forward with his chin in his palms as he’s looking at Lennox longingly, telling me about the difference between a goalie’s balls and those of other players.

Yes, balls.

“I swear they’re bigger,” Ezlo says. “I have a theory that they’re harder too. Probably so much heavier. I’m still waiting to get some in my mouth.”

I glance at Ezlo with amusement. “How do you know they’re bigger?” I ask. To my knowledge, this whole crush thing has only been one-sided. Lennox doesn’t appear interested in the least, though I think he actually really likes Ezlo as a person.

Honestly, who wouldn’t? Ezlo is a sweet man. Kind to everyone and fun to be around, if not a little shocking at times. Like now. Having a conversation about balls at a hockey game as he lusts over our goalie.

“I’ve seen Len change like a hundred times. We roomed together for a year, and he’s not shy about changing in front of people.”

“Neither are we. Hockey does that to you.”

He nods. “Yep. So I’ve seen his balls often. Not up close, unfortunately.”

This conversation is wild.

“If you just want to know about goalie balls, there are other goalies to test your hypothesis on,” I point out.

“Oh, I know. Maybe. But I think I really just want to taste Len’s.”

“That goes without saying.”

Ezlo gives me an absent smile, though his attention doesn’t leave Lennox in net. I’m distracted when River—uh, Sparrow walks by. Right in front of us. His eyes meet mine and my breath catches. Fuck. He’s here.

His lips are quirked as he passes, holding my gaze. He nods his head almost imperceptibly, giving me the distinct impression he wants me to follow him.

I glance at Ezlo who is paying no one any attention at all outside of Lennox. “I’m going to… I’ll be right back, Ez.”

He glances at me, eyebrows puckered. “You okay?”

Do I look flushed? Fuck. I nod. “Yep. Just getting some air.”

His expression remains perplexed as he nods. Since I can’t think of something to pacify him right now with my blood rushing to my cock, I don’t try. Instead, I offer him what I hope is a reassuring smile as I get up.

Since I can feel him watching me, I don’t run up the stairs, though I fucking want to. Sparrow is just at the top now. About half way up, I pick up my pace so I don’t lose him. Taking the remainder of the stairs two at a time, I hurry through the door only to nearly run into him.

“In a hurry?” Sparrow asks as he catches me from falling on my face when I try to stop short.

At the promise of his sexy sounds while he uses me? Yes, I’m in a hurry. But I don’t say that. I’m not sure what it says about me.

Sparrow seems to like my silence. He glances around before turning and leading me down the empty entry hallway. It’s warmer up here than it is in the arena, though cooler than it was outside an hour ago. Our footsteps echo the further we get until we reach a door.

With a quick glance around, Sparrow opens it and steps inside. He grabs my shirt and hauls me in after him, shutting the door with a quiet click .

Then his mouth is on mine as he presses me against the door. His hands fall to my hips as he grinds against me.

“I didn’t bring anything,” he says between heated kisses. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Friend wants to fuck the goalie,” I murmur.

He chuckles. “Lennox?”

I nod. “You know him?”

“Met him… once?”

Pulling my mouth from his, I stare at him. “At Rumor?”

He gives me a smirk. “I can’t say where I’ve met him. Maybe.”

“So he knows he’s not into dick, then. Poor Ezzy.”

I don’t think he’s following my train of thought, but Sparrow grins. “Get on your knees, Flight Risk.”

Glaring, I do as he requests and slide down his body, digging my fingers into the waistband of his pants on my way. I give a tug and when he doesn’t stop me, I pull them down and reveal his hard dick.

This man is always so damn hard for me. Solid. Straining. Sparrow pulls his shirt up, keeping it away from where he’s beading pre-cum for me.

Out of curiosity since Ezlo’s been talking about balls for the past hour, I drop my gaze to determine if Sparrow’s are big or not. Then I narrow my eyes. What does it fucking matter? Goddamn Ezlo.

“That’s a wide array of thoughts playing across your face,” Sparrow says, amused.

“Ezlo talking about balls has me thinking about them too,” I admit, giving him a sheepish look.

“Have at it, Risk,” he offers.

“You’re not calling me that,” I deadpan.

Sparrow chuckles but before he can respond, I dive in and take a lick. It’s strange licking someone’s ball sac. It’s even stranger when I suck one of his testicles into my mouth. He groans and there it is—that sound that’ll make me do whatever he wants just so I can hear it.

Knowing I made him sound like that is a high I can’t explain. I crave more of it.

Dropping his ball—it’s weird referring to it as a single unit, but I only had one in my mouth, so I think that’s accurate—I lick up his shaft and dip the tip of my tongue into his slit to lick up his pre-cum.

“Suck me,” he orders, voice low and filled with lust.

We don’t spend a whole lot of time on foreplay. That’s not to say we go straight for the goal, but Sparrow does just enough to drive me wild before burying his cock inside me. Which means it’s almost always one sided. He controls the ship, and he will spend a good day between my legs before fucking me.

I think he knows his cock in my ass isn’t my favorite, so he makes up for it with everything that are my favorite feelings. Knowing that I’m going to give it up for him regardless of the amount of pleasure I take from it.

I don’t hate it. It’s not that extreme. But I could do without. Unless it’s Sparrow because, fuck, the way he turns me on knowing how much he enjoys me.

Sparrow lets me do my thing for a while. I lick him and suck him, bob him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue and flex my mouth muscles around him. I bring him to the back of my throat and swallow with his cockhead as far as I’ve been brave enough to take it. I do everything, driven by the sounds he makes. The way his body rocks forward. I live for his groans.

Deep and rumbly, I can feel them in my chest.

He buries his hand in my hair and I relax my mouth so he can fuck me how he wants to. Sparrow is never rough with me. Ever. I’m not sure if that’s just not the kind of sex he likes, or maybe he’s not sure if I can take it.

Hell, I’m not even sure if I can take it.

Still, I hollow my mouth as best I can with him fucking it and look up at him with teary eyes. He’s fucking hot. His pupils blown wide; mouth open as he stares down at me. Filled with so much fucking lust I’m sweating.

He’s lusting for me.

I’m taken by surprise when he brings his dick to the back of my throat and pushes further. I immediately gag, my hands push against his thighs and he backs away. Pulling his cock out, I cough.

“Sorry,” he says.

“No, it’s fine. Just… surprised.”

“Want to choke again, Risk? ”

I glare up at him and nod. One side of his mouth lifts in a half smile and Jesus… I’m not prepared for how hot he is. Taking a breath, I open my mouth again.

He’s slow as he works my throat open for him. I definitely have a strong and very active gag reflex. But fuck, the way he moans! I let him fuck my throat until I can’t take anymore and pull off him. I try to hold out because I know he’s close but, yeah, not my favorite thing.

Resting my temple against his thigh with his cock in front of my face, I jerk him hard and fast. He grunts, his hips thrust into my hand as I watch. Breathing in his soapy scent mixed with sex.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “I need to come in your mouth.”

Leaning back again, I take the head of his dick in my mouth. I no sooner have my lips closed around him than he fills my mouth. I’m once again choking, but for a different reason. One, that was quick. Two, I just realized this is the first time he’s come in my mouth and I’m not prepared for it. Three—he just came in my mouth!

Part of me wants to be all ewwww, grosssss . But another part is lost in the sounds of his orgasm that stroke my dick with an ethereal hand. I grip myself through my pants and do the best I can to swallow what he’s given me, even through the shudders.

He pulls my head back and I wipe my mouth, looking up at him through watery eyes. He’s panting. Fucking glorious as he stands over me.

“Give me a minute. I’ll get you off.”

I nod but don’t move, turning my attention back to his dick that I’m still lazily stroking. His hand that had been gripping my hair is now flat on the door as he leans heavily against it.

“I did okay, then?” I ask, eyes flickering up at me.

“You do remarkably well in everything you don’t care to do. Including swallowing my load.”

My cheeks heat and I bow my head, laughing.

“Why do you do it if you don’t like to?” he asks.

“I’ve never done that before,” I point out. “I didn’t know I wouldn’t like it.”

“But I bet you’ll do it again. Won’t you, Risk?”

“Not if you keep calling me that. I’m not running away. ”

“Does that mean you’re staying to make a point? Is that why you keep coming back?”

I look up at him defiantly, which only makes him grin. He traces a finger along my jaw and his touch sends a thrill through my body. “No.” I don’t expand further because I don’t really want to tell him that I get off to the sounds he makes, knowing I put them there.

I don’t want to be told I’m nothing special. I’m just a hole. A body. He can get off with anyone. I’m not special.

I’m not sure I want to be special, but I don’t want to be told this is nothing.

It’s just a game.

His previous words ring in my head and I look away. He pulls me to my feet before pulling his pants up. Then he’s on me, kissing me harshly and gripping me through my pants. I grunt and jerk in his hand. Feels good. His touch burns in the best way. Even when it’s too tight. Too hard. Fuck.

Sparrow gets down and brings my pants with him. “I appreciate when you’re not wearing jeans,” he says, licking up my dick. “Such easy access to your perfect dick and tight ass.”

I watch, transfixed, as he sucks on his finger. “Spread your legs, Risk. Spread them wide for me.”

My whole body shudders as I do what he says. Not that I can spread them very wide with my pants around my ankles. But I do the best I can.

Sparrow laps at my dick while he wets my hole. One finger is best for me. I want to tell him that, but I also want to let him do whatever he wants.

He’s pressing one finger against my hole, eyes locked on mine, while he grips my cock with his other hand, swirling his tongue around my cockhead. I’m about ready to come already. This is going to be a very short blowjob.

As soon as his finger is inside me, my legs shake. I lean my head back against the door and close my eyes. Wet heat engulfs my cock and I moan low. It’s the perfect storm to get me off. His finger moves inside me, rubbing my prostate as he sucks expertly. Just the right amount of pressure, suction, and his free hand massaging my balls.

I don’t have the presence of mind to do anything but grip his shoulders as I lose it. There’s barely the presence of mind to remember that we’re hidden in a closet or something, so I can’t shout. Not that I’m usually a screamer, but for some reason, this one reaches deep. I feel it in my toes. I’m pretty sure I unload a gallon into his stomach.

Sparrow is a champ and swallows every single drop. He pulls off me, then catches me when I lose the strength in my legs, and grins. “You’re good for a man’s confidence,” he says.

I laugh breathlessly. “Glad to be of service.”

He gets to his feet, keeping me in his arms. I never know what to expect from him. He’s never kicked me out or prompted me to leave, but I also don’t generally hang around either. I don’t want my welcome to get worn out, for it to get awkward. I want him to keep wanting to fuck me.

I want to be in his presence.

His mouth moves across my neck, leaving soft, sensual, wet kisses. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the way he touches me. Softly. As if he doesn’t want to stop any more than I want him to.

Can we just stay like this? Would it be too much for him to ask so I don’t have to?

He doesn’t, but he’s also not in a hurry to go. I remain in his arms, mine wrapped around his neck as he continues to place soft kisses along my flesh, for quite some time after I’ve caught my breath. But eventually, we disentangle and remember where we are.

My heart flips when he kisses me sweetly before opening the door and letting us out into the empty corridor. When I return to Ezlo, I’ve missed the end of the game. He’s one of the last ones left and he’s waiting for me with his arms crossed as he leans against the boards, staring with an eyebrow raised.

“Want to share where you’ve been?” he asks, making a pointed look along my body.

I mean, I can guess that I look as if I was just fucked. Taking a breath, I offer, “How about we get some pizza instead?”

His eyes narrow but he doesn’t push. Ezlo never pushes. With a frown, he nods. “Yeah, I’m hungry.”

Thankfully, he’s always hungry, so food is a good distraction technique.