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Phones are for Sexy times.

Adrian

“ D id you see the way I skated past that asshole defender? I slipped past him like I was buttered up,” Rizzo says with a wide grin. We make our way through the hotel lobby after our big win against Arizona.

Two large TVs are displayed on the walls. Whoever’s on staff must be a college hockey fan because it’s currently on the ESPN channel interviewing the captain of the Orcas, Luke Hotchkiss, and Andry Rykov from the Bellport U team.

“Wait, what?” I laugh. “Buttered up? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know, man. Like I was super fucking slippery.” Rizzo shuffles around in his pocket and comes out empty. “Crap. I think I lost my key. One minute. Let me try to get a new one.”

When I originally told the team that I was tired and was going to celebrate our win by going to sleep, I didn’t expect Rizzo to tag along.

I promised him one drink at the bar, but as Rizzo saunters up to the pretty receptionist behind the counter, I wonder if I should just cancel.

As lame as it sounds, I’m excited to get back to my hotel room and call Theo.

It’s rare I get a room to myself, and I wanted to take full advantage of it. I was still too nervous to bring Icy in my bag, so instead, Theo made a deal with me. He’d sleep with Icy and send me photos, and I got to travel with his leather jacket for good luck.

My gaze focuses on the interview, and I chuckle to myself as I listen to Andry’s sexy Russian accent.

I can’t believe I had a low-key crush on him when he first transferred here to the US.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still sexy as hell, not to mention gives off those dominant Daddy vibes, but he’s so damn young.

No, I think I like my men aged like fine wine. Not that thirty-two is old by any means, but with that age gap between us, Andry looks so young compared to my Daddy.

When the interview wraps up, the highlight reels focus on Gabriel Nagy from the Phoenix Penguins, the team we’re playing against tomorrow night. My gaze wanders over to Rizzo. He’s leaning against the counter and flirting with the receptionist. She’s smiling widely, totally eating it up.

Standing, I walk over to them and clap Rizzo on the back. “Gonna head up, bro. Take your time. I gotta call my boyfriend.”

Rizzo waggles his brows. “Ah, yes. I get it, man. Have fun sexting.”

I punch him in the arm. “Shut up, man. We aren’t sexting.”

He play-punches me back. “My bad. I forgot you’re more sophisticated than that. Have fun having phone sex and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.”

Unable to shake off thoughts of phone sex with my Daddy, I’m half hard by the time I get into my room.

A fun, wicked idea comes to mind. Stripping until I’m completely naked, I pad over to my closet and pull out Daddy’s leather jacket.

Thanks to my build, the arms are a little snug, and the jacket is just a tad short, but I look pretty damn good.

I let the jacket slide off one shoulder and grab my phone.

I snap a few photos until I get the perfect one.

You can’t see my full face, just from the lips down.

But my abs are on display, and so is the V of my groin.

The photo cuts off right before you can see my cock, which is already rock hard, but photos are sexier like this somehow.

Instead of overthinking it, I hit send. I toss the comforter to the side and climb on top of the sheets, desperate to stroke myself.

Within a minute, my phone is ringing.

“Hello?” My voice is rough and husky as if I’ve already spent the whole night sucking Daddy’s cock. Okay, yeah. My mind is a one-track railroad to sexy times.

Theo groans into the phone. “Fuck. You look good in my jacket, baby boy.”

I moan. Damn. How embarrassing. I didn’t even mean to, but I’ve never had phone sex before, and I don’t know what I’m doing.

In the past, I’ve had a few lame attempts at sexting, which pretty much resulted in random dick pics.

But this? Hearing Theo’s rough voice in my ear while I squirm on the clean sheets? It’s something else entirely.

“What are you doing over there, sweet boy?”

All I can manage is a breathy, “Daddy.”

“Are you playing with Daddy’s cock without permission?”

Oh fuck. A few days ago, I confessed that the idea of letting my Daddy control my orgasms appealed to me. I’m horny and leaking. And oh-so curious about what Theo will do to me if he finds out that I’m touching myself.

I wrap my fingers around my thick length and begin stroking.

Daddy groans. “Fuck, Aid. I can hear the rustling of my leather jacket. You’re being bad for Daddy on purpose, aren’t you?”

I stroke faster. “Yes, Daddy,” I whine. “I’m being naughty for you.”

“Oh, baby. I wish I was there with you. Tell me what you’re doing. Let Daddy picture how filthy his boy is.”

I bite my lip hard to keep from coming.

“Come on, boy. Tell me what I’d see if I walked through that hotel room right now.”

My eyes wander to the door. Then I close my eyes and pretend he’s there, walking in on me. “I’m in nothing but your jacket,” I reply, voice shaky. “I’m on the bed writhing for you while I stroke my cock.”

His breathing picks up, and I hear rustling on his end. I place the phone on speaker and toss it on the pillow next to me. A snapping sound can be heard, and suddenly I know my Daddy is opening his bottle of lube and coating his thick cock.

“My strokes are fast and desperate,” I moan. “But I’m so empty. Empty for you, Daddy.”

Theo sucks in a sharp breath. We haven’t had penetrative sex yet, but I’m ready. I trust him and need him inside of me.

Daddy groans. “Fuck, baby. Is that what you want? You need Daddy inside of you?”

Hot damn, Theo Walsh is good at the phone sex.

I nod frantically until I realize he can’t see me. “Will you do that, Daddy? Will you stretch me open and fuck me?”

“Yes, sweet boy. I bet that little hole of yours is so tight.”

Oh, my. I never realized how into dirty talk I am. “I’m so close. Please, please , let me come.”

“I’m close too, boy. Go on. Stroke your cock faster. Harder. Pretend I’m there pounding into you.”

My strokes pick up speed, and words tumble from my mouth. I whisper dirty things into Daddy’s ear, telling him how much I need him, how much I want his cock, and what it would feel like to finally have him inside of my tiny hole.

“Keep talking, dirty boy. Don’t stop,” he commands. “Daddy’s about to come.”

I only get a few more words out when he’s shouting into the phone. The thought of me making Theo come pushes me over the edge, and suddenly I’m making a mess all over the sheets.

After a few minutes, Daddy is saying sweet things into the phone. I’m so comfy and sated, I peel off his jacket and pad over to the bathroom while he talks me through cleaning myself up. Then I crawl back into bed and listen to the rich tone of his voice.

Eventually, he sends me a photo of himself cuddled up with Icy in our bed. I fall asleep feeling happy, snuggled up with my pillow, and pretending it’s Theo keeping me safe.