Lust Next Door

43| The Victory Party

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If anyone ever needed a way to torture Connor, he was pretty sure keeping him away from Serena would crack him instantly. Never did staying in a hotel with twenty-two guys annoy Connor so much.

Thursday droned on to Friday and they usually had fun when they traveled (especially to New York), they drank, bar-hopped, and went clubbing. But there were better things to do, better things being Serena. Now that Connor knew there was a five-foot-five drop-dead gorgeous brunette in her house alone right now, being away was making him miserable.

Not even his team winning really cheered him up enough to go out with the guys. Connor made up some dumb excuse to stay inside while they partied, none of it really appetizing to him.

However, while all that was annoying, Connor's biggest enemy has been his mind. Every spare moment he got his head replayed images of Serena's naked body. He imagined the press of her mouth on his lips and recalled her delicious moans calling out his name. Thinking about them now, Connor felt that tug in his pants and the spread of warmth all over him. When he looked down he saw his bulge tenting in his pants. Frustrated, he groaned and adjusted his situation beneath his waistband. He'd give anything to have the ability to teleport. Connor felt like a virgin teenage boy fiending for sex and he couldn't stand it.

He reached across the bed for his phone that sat on the charger. Tugging it off, he shamelessly opened his texts with Serena. Scrolling up, he looked over the picture she sent weeks ago. Her hands were between her legs and her sexy mouth bit her shirt. He imagined those hands braced against his hips and her lips pressed against the base of her dick. Connor sighed and felt his cock shoot up and tent in his jeans again, pressing against his zipper so hard he thought it was gonna burst.

As he was looking at the picture, his phone automatically shot him down to the bottom. Three little dots were bouncing, she was typing. A smile slowly slipped across his face and his heart started racing.

Shortcake: Are you still up?

Yeah, and I was fantasizing about you, he thought.

Connor: Of course, missing me terribly?

Shortcake: A very normal amount.

Connor smiled and laughed gently, she was so damn cute it was hard to stay away from her. Even over text, her personality shined though. He liked that.

Shortcake: Nice win by the way

Connor: Thank you, I almost didn't make it through without being able to touch you in the intermissions

Shortcake: I swear flirting is like breathing to you

Connor: You bring it out of me ;)

Shortcake: *Sent an image* Good night jock baby.

She sent a picture of her smiling super big, but the majority of the photo was taken up by her middle finger in the camera. Connor burst out laughing, staring at her smiling face past the vulgar gesture and shaking his head.

He clicked his phone off and settled deeper into his bed, as he reached for the light switch on the lamp, loud knocks banged on his hotel room door.

"I know your bitch ass isn't going to bed princess!" Connor heard Luca's pestering loud voice through the door. He cringed and groaned, ignoring it at first till more fists pounded on his door.

"Oh, Connor!" Josh's voice now drawled out his name in a mock high-pitched voice.

He caved and threw the covers off of him, walking over to the door.

"I'm retiring early, I can't deal with you people anymore," Connor said while opening the door, he rubbed a hand down his face trying to put some energy back into him.

Josh, Luca, Zach, and Dean were all standing outside his door. All clearly buzzed and holding more booze. Connor narrowed a glare at them, "I'm not getting drunk."

"You're so boring now, what happened?" Luca whined and pushed past Connor, entering his hotel room. The rest of them followed behind him causing him to groan. He would not be getting to bed soon.

"I'm just exhausted after the game."

"You should be celebrating, we are the first team in like a decade to make it this far still undefeated." Dean nudged Connor, waving the bottle of Jack in his face. "And you are to thank for that Deluca, have a drink with us."

Luca was already pouring him a shot while he responded, Connor just chuckled and shook his head, "Not to sound like a hallmark card but it's the whole team that got us here, not just me. You all work so hard, and our games reflect that. We will win the cup undefeated." He took the glass of Jack from Luca and took a sip.

"Cheers to that!" Zach called holding up his cup. The others joined him, the four men clanking their glasses and downing the rest of their liquor.

Josh recoiled at the drinks burning taste, "God that stuff's gross."

"It'll put some hair on your chest," Connor said snidely, making Josh flip his middle finger up at him.

They all shot the shit for an hour, trading stories and laughing about their rookie days or the stuff they do to piss the coach off. Connor ended up enjoying himself a bit more than he previously was, finishing off another cup of Jack.

Luca nodded towards Connor, "Yo Deluca, when we get back we should throw a big party at your place, we haven't in a while and we gotta celebrate all our victories." He smiled, his innocent grin looking like the Cheshire cat's, Connor knew Luca well enough to know he just wanted to get shift faced at one of his ragers.

Zach chirped up too, "That would be fun, bring the whole team out and have a good time."

"I don't know-" He started to say but they all cut him off with their protests.

"Your place is the nicest!"

"The whole team was talking about doing something!"

Connor smiled and raised his hands, "Alright alright, we can do a party at my house. But it can't be super crazy."

"It won't be, I'll handle the guest list." Luca volunteered, proudly pointing his thumb at his chest. Connor immediately glared at him, shaking his head no. That would be like letting a chimp have a machine gun.

"I made that mistake once already." Connor quipped.

"I'll invite everybody don't worry." Josh offered shooting Luca's cheeky grin a glare as well.

"I'll tell the guys," Dean said standing up and grabbing the now empty bottle of jack.

Connor followed behind the four guys as they exited the hotel room saying their goodbyes. He said his last goodnights to them and shut the door. Finally, alone, Connor relished in the silence, his exhaustion hitting him full force. He fell face-first down into his pillow, letting out an exasperated sigh.

Now he just had to figure out a way to get Serena to come to this party after the way the last one panned out.

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