What the Puck!?

Chapter 6: The Morning After

Jason

My alarm blares and jolts me out of my sleep. I am temporarily disoriented as I reach for the side of the bed where my phone usually is. When I reach over, it is not there.

“s**t,” I grumble as I roll out of bed to follow the annoying sound of my phone alarm. I find it in the pocket of my pants in the suite's living room. I can’t help but smile a little as I reach down to turn off the invasive sound.

I return to the bedroom and stand in the doorway, taking in the scene. One of the lamps is still lying on the floor beside a condom wrapper. My mind flashes back to when my head was buried between Zania’s legs, and she desperately reached around, grabbing at anything and everything as she came on my tongue. At the very end, she swung her arm and caused the lamp to fall, crashing to the ground.

There was still quite a bit of water leading from the bathroom when our shower session moved back to the bedroom. After she finished riding me, she mumbled into my neck that she couldn’t believe she let me get her hair wet. I am still confused by the statement. Who doesn’t get their hair wet in the shower? Especially during s*x.

My eyes finally settle on the naked woman in the bed. Her hair, which was silky straight last night, is now wildly curly and fluffy. It drapes down the upper part of her back that is exposed. The only thing covering her is a sheet that accentuates the luscious curve of her ass. I want to reach out and squeeze her thigh that is poking out of the sheets.

I start to move towards the bed when my phone starts ringing. I quickly answer it, afraid to wake Zania up with anything but my tongue. Or fingers. Or c**k. I instantly get hard at the thought.

“Hello,” I whisper into the phone, walking back into the living room. I lean against the desk, facing the bedroom door. Zania’s uncovered thigh taunts me as I hear a laugh on the phone.

I pull the phone from my ear and look at the caller ID. It is Mel.

“You must have found some magic p***y if you are still within whispering distance of it,” Mel laughs over the phone. I look back at Zania, who must sleep like the dead because she hasn’t moved once since I got up to stop my alarm.

“Very funny. What do you want?” I say, putting my hand to my forehead as I make note that I am still whispering and wondering if Zania does have magic p***y.

“Um. Well, other than your bail-out call that I occasionally offer and bill you for, it is also a reminder call that the reason I booked your hotel wasn’t for f*****g but to make sure you get to the bus on time,” Mel reminds me as I quietly groan. “Yeah, me booking the closest hotel to the arena wasn’t me suddenly helping you get laid.”

I roll my eyes and tell her I am on my way over before ending the call. Once again, I look up at Zania, and for the first time, I hate that I have a real excuse to avoid the awkward morning after conversation. While we didn’t talk much last night, I wonder if the conversation would be awkward. We definitely have chemistry, and the intensity of the s*x was unbelievable.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when my phone beeps, and I see a text from Mel telling me to get my ass to the arena. As I gather my clothes to get dressed, I don’t realize that I have been subconsciously looking for her phone in the living room until I find it stuffed in the couch. I think about how it got there briefly before I have another flashback of me taking her from behind on the same couch.

Without thinking, I tap the screen and go to unlock her phone. Thoughts of seeing her again cause my heart to speed up, but my rush of excitement is quickly doused with metaphorical cold water when I realize her phone has a passcode.

“Of course it does,” I mumble to myself. I put the phone down on the arm of the couch and finish getting dressed. As I take one last look at Zania, my phone beeps again, and I see it is one of my teammates, Derek, asking where I am. I start to walk to the door just as I hear a soft moan and my name. I turn around and walk back to the bedroom door in a trance.

Zania is still asleep, but the sheet no longer covers any part of her. The thigh that was peaking out before is now fully exposed and c****d out to the side. My barely softened d**k immediately gets hard again as the urge to bite her thigh surges through me. I want to run my fingers between the lips I can just barely see in her current position and see if she is as wet right now as she was last night.

I force myself to turn around and notice the hotel notepad on the desk. I practically run over to the desk, scratching a note with my number and telling her to call me with a smiley face. A f*****g smiley face. What the hell was happening to me?

My phone beeps again, and I don’t even bother to pull it out and check. I walk into the bedroom and give in to my perverted thoughts. As I walk to the bed, I stick my right middle and ring fingers in my mouth. They then find themselves sliding between Zania’s open legs, and I quietly groan as they move through the fleshy folds of her lips.

Zania lets out a whimper, but she doesn’t move. Is she still asleep? I am out of time, but I can’t help myself as I push my fingers into her s*x. Zania lets out a quiet moan, and her legs start to shift. I pull my fingers out and suck them clean, then lean over and kiss the top of her head and whisper, “I’ll talk to you soon, baby.” She makes a noise of agreement, and I head out of her hotel room, trying to rush back to mine while fighting the raging hard-on in my pants.

I quickly change and grab my bags, thankful I don’t have to stop by the desk to check out. The team is heading toward the bus just as I reach the parking garage. After I store my stuff underneath, I make it onto the bus and find Derek with an empty seat beside him.

When I sit down, he leans over and sniffs me. I give him a strange look as he pulls back with a scrunched-up face that soon morphs into a smirk.

“You smell like s*x,” Derek says, but his tone makes it feel like a question. I purse my lips before I respond and realize my upper lip smells like s*x. Like her. I can’t help but smile. What the f**k is wrong with me. Why am smiling?

I shake my head and close my eyes to get some rest before we get to the plane. But all I can see is last night's replay behind my closed lids, and I know that I am f****d.