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“I bet you taste so sweet.”
My legs start to wobble. He holds out his free hand and leads me back toward the bed, his dick still in his fist. I lie down, my pajama top creeping up my rib cage. He angles toward me, positioning himself on one elbow while he reaches out to lift my shirt closer to my chest, his eyes burning a hole where my skin is.
“What are you picturing?” I breathe out.
“Right now? Your tits.”
My nipples peak at his attention. I don’t know where I get the courage from, but I lift one side of my shirt up to reveal my bare breast.
“Fuck me,” he groans. “They’re better than I imagined.” His hand jerks. “Soft. Creamy. Untouched…Jesus.” His breaths quicken. “Can’t get enough.” A guttural moan escapes his throat, and he covers the head of his dick with his fist as his hips shoot forward.
He turns his head into the bed, a soft sound of pleasure escaping his lips.
I’m mesmerized. A heady sense of power washes over me. Confidence like I’ve never felt before flutters across my body until a smile pulls my lips apart.
That. Was. Fun.
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Cade
Lex: Caught the replay on ESPN, Farmer for THE FUCKING HAIL MARY!!!!
Ichuckle down at the text on my phone, the rush of catching the winning touchdown filling me again. It was an amazing fucking game.
The sting of the cool wind nips at my cheeks while we wait to load the bus. Puffs of smoke exit the rear muffler, filling the air with the potent aroma of exhaust that gets stuck in my lungs. I step onto the bus, briefly searching for Charlotte. I decide to take the same seat I did last time, hoping that at least if she doesn’t feel comfortable sitting next to me, I’ll still be able to sit close by.
In the meantime, I return Lex’s text.
Me: It was fucking awesome!
Briar: OMG, I just watched it! Yay, Farmer! I’ll show Reid as soon as he gets back from practice.
Me: It felt like old times.
Aidan Michaels, our QB1, is getting into his groove, and it could not come at a better time. We are killing it in our division.
A few teammates give me knuckles when they board. The buzz from the electric win bounces off the interior of the bus, but it won’t stay like that for long. Pretty soon, we’ll all get that post-game lull and will sleep away the several-hour return drive to Warner.
The bus door shuts, and I peer up to find Coach taking the front seat, and behind him, Charley moves toward the row in front of me. She doesn’t glance my way when she squeezes past the equipment guy to get to the seat on the inside.
Oh, we’re going to have a talk about this.
With a smirk, I dig the Snickers bar out of my bag and offer it through the space between her seat and the window. She takes it this time, flashing a smile my way. I slip her my phone next, and she gives me a confused look. “Put your number in,” I whisper.
Her cheeks flush, and she types away on my screen before handing it back.
I can’t find her right away. Her contact info isn’t under Charley, and it takes me a moment to find it.
Witch.
Ha. The first thing I do is change it to Goddess because that’s exactly what she is. What happened this morning was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.
Me: Avoiding me?
Her: No, why?
Me: Why didn’t you sit next to me? *gasp* Am I your dirty secret?