Chapter 2 - No Scandals

Logan

I came to Northwood to run away from everything. I met with the Northwood hockey coach, Daniel Sullivan, just after the game for the first time, and he told me that I would officially get to meet the team next week.

Since I got into town this evening, I thought my weekend was gonna be boring.

Strolling around town, I meandered into a bar. Anything to keep the boredom and the thoughts from creeping in on me. The first thing I noticed was a group of students in the corner.

God, they were so loud. Squealing and cheering each other on.

My bet was they were students from Northwood U. What did I care?

Not like I would even end up seeing them at such a big school. What I cared about was getting my hockey career back on track.

I started drinking until I felt my head getting light.

My eyes kept drifting to a pair of icy blue eyes in the corner. He was staring at me. Sizing me up.

And I couldn't help myself. I stared right back.

In the dim light of the corner with the students, I couldn't see him properly, but when he finally walked up to me, fuck. He's so hot.

Even under his black leather jacket, I could see that he was ripped, and his icy blue eyes looked even colder. And by colder, I mean they made me wanna squirm and let him watch me with those cold eyes while I did things to him. Anything to take my mind off Pemberton University and their shit.

His hands. Oh my fucking God, his hands looked strong, but the way he gripped the bottle, like he could twirl it between his fingers and not a drop of liquid would spill.

Those same hands grabbed me and kissed me in the alley. From the moment my eyes met his, I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same, but he didn't even ask, and a part of me cracked. But almost at the same time, he tore his lips away from mine.

"To be sure, you want this, right?" he'd asked, his eyes all glassy. I'm sure he was just as drunk as I was.

He waited, his gaze lingering on my lips. As soon as I nodded, he took my lips in his again.

During the Uber ride, his lips didn't leave mine, even when his face cap was obviously obstructing us. And he insisted on keeping it on.

And now, we're walking into a small apartment a bit away from the bar and into his room.

His mouth doesn't leave mine, sucking, licking, and biting as he leads me to the room.

As soon as he locks the room door and turns to me, I pull him into a kiss, my pulse skittering under my skin.

He tastes so good. So fucking good.

He grabs my ass and slides his other hand under my shirt, teasing my nipples. Goosebumps rise on my skin and my head spins.

"Oh, fuck," I moan into his mouth.

"You like that?" he teases against my mouth.

Of course I fucking like it. "Yeah." My voice is barely a whisper.

He pushes me to the wall by the bed and pulls my shirt up.

Flicking his tongue over my nipples, he takes one between his teeth.

I moan in approval, shutting any bad thoughts out of my head. I have to focus on now. On this hot-ass stranger. I have to focus on him and how he's gonna fuck me.

He flicks his tongue over my nipples, kissing every inch of my skin. Down and down till he reaches my waist and tugs at my belt.

I drag my hands through his dark hair as he undoes my belt and pulls down my pants.

The cool breeze nips at the head of my cock as it springs out.

"Oh my fuck," a shaky breath escapes my lips as he sinks his mouth onto me without hesitation.

My moans fill the room as he works up and down on me, sucking and licking, and pumping my cock and I'm fucking going crazy.

This guy is gonna kill me.

He works his tongue under the head, licking and sucking.

I grab his hair and pull harder than I intend to, keeping his head in place, but he stops sucking.

I look down to meet his glassy gaze.

"Oh no, baby, we don't do that." He smirks and stands to his feet. He stands at least a full inch taller than me.

"Get down for me," he commands, and I drop to my knees, precum already dripping from my cock at his order.

Eagerly, I undo his belt and pull down his pants.

His cock springs forward, already hard, and fuck, this shit is big. A bead of precum forms at the tip of my cock from just staring at his. Veins adorn the skin, and I trace my fingers along each one.

"Fuck," he hisses at the movement, tipping his head back.

I take his entire length into my mouth, gagging on him. He tangles his fingers through my brown hair and keeps me steady.

He guides my head as I suck on him, dragging deep moans from his mouth. My cock drips, getting impossibly harder. I need this big cock to fuck me.

My eyes water, and saliva dribbles from my mouth because of his size.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he groans, his voice deep and almost a growl.

I suck faster, my hands pumping the base of his cock.

His hand grips my hair tighter, but he doesn't push or shove his length into me. He just holds me in place while I gag on his cock.

Within minutes, he's cumming in my mouth. I wrap my throat around the head and milk every drop of cum he spills into me.

"Oh my God, fuck," he babbles as I release his cock with a pop.

Drops of cum leak from his cock, dripping to the floor. I run my tongue along the pink head, taking the last drop spilling from him.

I stand to my full height, my own cock aching for release.

A drop of his cum stains my chin.

He wipes it away with his thumb and pushes it into my mouth. I suck greedily, taking every piece he offers me, the salty cum coating my tongue.

"Mmm." I moan around his thumb. "Fuck me."

My voice comes out hoarse.

"Oh, you bet I will," he says with a stupid grin.

A hint of an accent slips through his words.

Just as he pulls his shirt over his head, a call comes through on his phone.

He ends it and tosses the phone away.

Pulling his pants off completely, he tosses them onto the bed and slams his mouth into mine.

He tastes like all the alcohol we drank at the bar but smells like vanilla and cinnamon. I groan, sucking on his lips.

His phone rings again, and he ignores it, tugging my shirt over my head, but it continues ringing.

"Oh, bloody hell," he curses as he picks the phone up with a scowl.

My eyes drift around the room. It's clean and arranged and looks like no one really visits here often. But I'm sure it's his house or apartment. Whatever. I don't even care.

I trace my eyes over the black bedsheets, the bookshelf on one side of the room, and the lace curtains.

My dick starts to deflate, the tension gone from the air.

What the fuck was I even doing? Wanting a stranger to fuck me? I can't believe I'll do anything just to keep myself out of my head.

Shaking my head, I pull my pants up, dressing properly.

"On my way," he whispers loudly enough for me to hear.

As he turns, I'm already dressed and ready to go.

"Wait, why are you getting dressed?"

"Aren't you going somewhere?" I ask, and he blinks.

"I mean, yeah, but I'll come back and we can continue." He snorts as he starts getting dressed.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood anymore."

And I'm not. The cold brought back things I didn't want to remember, and now I just don't wanna fuck him or anyone else again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He raises his hands exasperatedly.

The accent slipped right through.

A British accent?

I shrug and open the door to the small corridor without looking back.

I hear him curse in his room, trying to get dressed, but I walk quickly. I don't want him catching up with me.

Past the small kitchen and out of the apartment.

I shouldn't have come here. Shouldn't have wanted to feel okay again. Shouldn't have wanted to feel good.

I just need to focus on hockey and get my head back in the game.

Thankfully, I have a new start here at Northwood University.

I can only hope that I don't run into that guy again.

I didn't even get his name.

Anyway, here's to a new life at Northwood University.

No drama.

No scandals.

Just a fresh new start.