I enter the cubicle and lock the door behind me, then I slick my hand through my hair, undo my fly, because it could get kind of awkward trying to get my dick out with one hand while I’m watching Stella. I’m hard as fuck anticipating the show I’m about to get. My dirty little snuggle bunny about blew my fucking mind when she suggested we play while I’m in a public restroom. I should have said no, because if this ever gets out it could ruin her, but I’m on top of the world right now, and I miss her goddamn pussy so much that there’s no way in hell I’d turn down the chance to look at her.
I hit the Skype app on my phone and stroke my dick while I wait for her to answer. Stella always comes like a fucking champion, so fast, and so breathtakingly beautiful that I don’t want to hinder her getting off because it might take me a little longer. Though I guess the more she comes, the more images I have for the spank bank.
She’s already shirtless when her face flashes up on my screen. “Hey champ,” she whispers with a seductive smile.
“Hey, country. Nice view.”
“Oh, you like my tour bus?”
“I meant your tits, baby. Fuck, I wish I was there right now. I’d totally slide my cock between them and give you a pretty little pearl necklace.”
“Oh, why have we never done that?” She bites her lip.
“I don’t know, but we’re gonna.”
She chuckles. “You know it’s not really fair that you get to see me, and I don’t get to see you.”
“Babe, I’m in a bathroom stall that I barely fit in. I can’t exactly remove my clothing without losing it.”
“Okay fine. I’ll just have to sprawl out for the both of us.” She does, right across that big bed—or big for a tour bus anyway. It’s likely too small for me.
“Put the camera up on something so I can see all of you.”
“Okay, but there’s a chance it might fall. I am on a moving tour bus, you know.”
“Remind me to buy you a damn selfie stick for future use.”
She frowns a little at that, and I can tell immediately what she’s thinking because she hates this distance as much as I do, but that’s our lives, at least until my time in the league is up. I know it doesn’t last forever, and I know I need to start looking at things to do outside of hockey once I can no longer hit the ice, but for the foreseeable future, this is us.
“Hey, don’t look so sad. We’ll be together soon, okay?”
“I know.”
“Now, I got a surprise for you.”
Her eyes widen. “You do? I love surprises.”
“I do,” I rasp down the line because right when I’m about to show her my dick, she places the phone on a shelf or a ledge, and I have a view of her entire bed, and the sweet little cotton panties she’s wearing. It’s not a thong, but that’s not really Stella. “Oh babe, just wait.”
“What?” she says, pausing with one leg on the edge of the bed as if she’s about to kneel.
“Just stand there a minute and let me look at you.”
She bites her bottom lip, and my cock jerks. “Now take your panties off. Slowly.”
She slides them down her hips and discards them on the floor. My eyes are glued to the screen. “Where’s my surprise?”
“Jesus. It’s coming.” My suit pants are cutting off the circulation to my balls, and I fiddle one handed with the zipper.
“Already?” Stella teases, as she climbs on the bed, completely naked, and I’d give anything to be with her right now. I angle the phone down so she’ll have a clear shot of my junk. “What am I looking at?”
“Er, I don’t know.”
“Oh, that’s your shoe,” she says. “And that’s the dirty bathroom floor.”
“Shit, sorry. This cubicle is kind of small. I can’t really see what you can—I’m too distracted by what your camera’s showing me. Okay how’s this?” I readjust my angle until I can see my cock filling the tiny box on the side of my screen.
“There he is.”
“He’s happy to see you, but he’d be happier if you were here right now.” I sigh. “Slide your hand between your legs.” I stroke my cock. Yeah. I don’t think I have any more worries about not coming fast enough. I may even beat Miss Thirty Second Orgasm here.
Stella does as I instruct and shifts on the bed so she’s lying on her side facing me. “Babe, you’re gonna need to turn around so I can see that perfect pink pussy straight on.”
“Oh no. I’m not doing that.”
“Come on, what happened to ‘I’m game if you are?’”
“Well, I didn’t mean I’d hold the damn phone in front of my vagina. I just meant—”
“Come on, I’m all out here. I’m not hiding. Please?” I beg, because it can’t hurt. “Please, country?”
“Okay.” She shifts and opens her legs, and there it is—her pussy. Slick, smooth, and as perfect as I remember.
“Goddamn, woman,” I groan.
“Are you almost there?”
“Yeah.”
Her laughter fills my ears. “Wow, you must really miss me.”
“So fucking much.” I jack it faster.
“What would you do if you were here?”
God, is she kidding me? She wants me to talk dirty when the sight of her practically renders me stupid? I let out a ragged breath and say, “I’d slide off the bed, put my mouth on that sweet pussy, and eat you out until you came.”
“Oh.” She moans. Her fingers glide up and down the length of her delectable cunt. “And then?”
“And then, when your legs were shaking, I’d climb up on the mattress, spread your thighs, and plunge myself inside you so hard you’d see stars.”
“Van, I think I’m close to that already,” she breathes, focusing her attention on her clit.
“No, you’ve never seen stars like these. And just when you were ready to explode, I’d pull out, slide off the bed, and fuck you with my mouth until you begged me to make you come again.”
“And then?” she moans. A blush sweeps over her face and chest, and I know she’s close. “And then, Van? What next?”
“And then I’d slip back inside, slowly this time, giving you time to adjust to my huge cock. You’d dig your nails into my back as I pistoned my hips and my balls slapped against your ass.”
“Oh, Van, oh, god, I’m coming.”
“Me too,” I hiss into the speaker. “Jesus, country, keep moaning like that. Stella, fuck. I wanna marry you, baby.”
Come shoots out the end of my cock, spraying the wall and the cistern, but at that very moment as I’m roaring my orgasm like a goddamned lion, the bathroom door opens and my coach shouts, “Jesus Christ, Ross.”
“Oh fuck!” I drop my damn phone. I wait for the sound of the glass shattering, but it doesn’t come, because it hasn’t fallen on the floor. It’s in the toilet, swilling around in some other asshole’s piss. The screen turns pitch black. Shit. I just proposed to my superstar girlfriend in a seedy bathroom toilet while I was whacking the monkey, and now I have no idea what her response was because my phone is sitting in the bottom of a bowl full of someone else’s urine. My dick is slowly leaking come and flopping all around the outside of my pants like a sad elephant trunk, and the icing on the really shitty cake that is my life means my coach just heard it all.
Fuck my life.