Page 42 of Trick Play
It’s a no-win situation.
At least there are still practices and workouts the rest of the week to provide some distraction. And Trey and Brandy are hosting a team Friendsgiving on Tuesday night. Ellie will come with Simon, of course.
I wonder if Piper’s been invited?
She normally comes to team events, and she’s in town. But I’m not sure if her brother or her roommate invites her.
I’ve been waiting to reach out to her, half hoping she’d contact me first. She hasn’t yet, and part of me really wants her to. Wants to know that she’s as into this as I am. She dodged the question entirely last week, saying the stairway wasn’t the place for the conversation. And by the time we got to her room, I was too distracted by giving her orgasms to remember to ask again.
When we’re together, it seems like she is. But maybe she can take or leave the sex. Whereas I’m addicted to it. Addicted toher.Because it’s never been like this with anyone else. I made the conscious decision not to get involved in serious relationships a couple years ago when I decided that I was going to try to go pro. Relationships take time, and when things get shitty, as they almost always do, it’s a distraction I don’t need.
I still feel that way, to be honest. Which is why I’m not trying to have a serious relationship with Piper.
I just like spending time with her. And the way she feels wrapped around me. The way she sighs my name. The way she begs for me to pound into her harder, faster, more.
Aaaand now my dick is getting hard. While my roommate and my little sister snuggle on the other end of the couch.
Gross.
Standing, I shove my hand in the pocket of my sweats and hold my dick off to the side so it’s not leading the way.
Simon pauses the movie and throws me a questioning look.
I wiggle my phone in the air and gesture at the TV. “Keep going without me. I gotta take care of something.”
He narrows his eyes, looking me up and down, but just nods. I don’t even look at Ellie to see what her reaction is.
Once inside the safety of my room, I give my dick a squeeze and pull up my texts with Piper.
Fuck waiting for her to come to me. At this rate, that might take too long.
I thought I was clear last week that I’m not looking for anything serious. I thought we were on the same page at the time. But maybe that’s the problem? Is she wanting more than I’m prepared to give?
Would I be willing to be her boyfriend to get at her brother? My plan was just to fool around with her long enough for him to notice and get pissed. And the fact that I actually like her is great. But … I’m not sure if I could even handle a relationship.
I know I look good on paper—pre-med, bio major, good family, star athlete, blah blah blah. But I see the way Simon is with Ellie. He goes out of his way to do things that he knows make her happy. Sappy shit that makes me want to gag, largely because my sister is the recipient, but I think I’d feel that way even if he were dating some other random chick.
Dude’s whipped.
He’s happy, so whatever, but it’s the truth.
Whatever. I’m not going to bring it up. If she wants more than sex from me, she can broach the subject. No need to add complications to something that should be simple and straightforward. And if that means I’m always the one texting her for a booty call, well, I guess that’s the way it’ll be.
And if she decides she’s not interested anymore, well …
I just hope that doesn’t happen anytime soon, because I’d be super bummed.
I mean, I’d get over it and find someone else. Or many someone elses. Eventually. But I’d be bummed for a while, too.
Me: Hey, babe. What are you doing tonight?
Hopefully the answer is me. And for some reason I expect her to answer right away. She has before, after all. But this time … I wait. And wait. And wait.
Disappointed and frustrated, I toss my phone on the bed next to me and lean back, lifting my hips to push my sweats and underwear out of the way and lifting my shirt high on my chest, letting out a sigh of relief when my cock is finally free.
Gripping myself at the base, I give myself a slow stroke. I’m not so much jacking off as just idly stroking my cock, hoping that Piper texts back before the urgency to come, to get some relief for my aching dick, becomes too much. I’d rather comewithher rather than because of memories of her, but at this point, I’ll take what I can get. And what I can get might just be my hand and the memory of her touching me, sucking me, fucking me.
The images flashing through my brain—memories of our times together here and in her room, fantasies of things I still want to do with her but haven’t yet had a chance—are too much, and soon my dick is leaking precum, and I’m using it as lube, my hand shuttling faster, my hips lifting as I fuck my own fist, wishing it was her.
