Page 47 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
My hand dips between my thighs, teasing. I picture him watching me, eyes glowing, that slow smirk tugging at his mouth.
“You really fucking with me right now, Little Baby?” he’d grunt, pull out his dick and stroke it, teasing his piercing because he knows that’s where I love to run my tongue over.
My other hand drifts to my throat, and I wrap it there, pretending it’s his tail claiming me.
I’ve never asked him to wrap it around my throat before, but my heart rate escalates as I imagine him forcing my legs open because he can no longer take my teasing and him wrapping it around my neck TIGHT while he’s pounding deep inside me.
“Fuckkk!” I gasp, my hips thrusting against my fingers, pussy clenching nastily and loud breath stuttering. “Frank, I miss you!” I whisper into the empty room, even though I hate how much it sounds like begging.
I miss him so bad I’m starting to feel crazy from how much I’m craving him. I rub in slow desperate circles, letting my imagination run wild, from me giving his horn head, to letting him fuck my ass with his tail while bouncing on his dick.
“Yes Daddy!” I moan
“Call my name, Little Baby” he’d tease…
“Frank,” I breathe out.
“Good girl,” he’d growl as I clench around him.
I bite my lip, rubbing my pussy franticly, not even trying to finger the inside because I know no matter how much I try, only Frank can touch the deep part of my pussy that I need fucked right now.
“Th-thank you, Daddy.” My thighs tremble as my back arches against the mattress, but I pause. I swear I can feel something… I feel him…
“Frankkk!” I cry out, moving my fingers, spreading my legs, and letting my imagination take me to places I never knew it could go.
I feel a soft flicker between my thighs, almost like a tiny mouth is sucking directly on my clit. I gasp, hips twitching and shuddering when I feel a small something slide into my pee hole, licking, making me choke, reaching for the sheets.
“W-What the? B-baby y-yes… please,” I beg. “More!”
I gasp, knowing I’m going crazy, but I arch into it, rocking my hips. I sit up, trying to get a better angle to see what the fuck is going on, but nothing’s there.
“Slrrrpppp schlrrrk schlick-schlick!” it slurps me up noisily. I hear it… I’m not fucking tripping, but when I look down, all I see is my clit moving as I grit my teeth, whining from how good it is.
“GUUUNNNNNN!!! UUUUGGGNNNNN! FUCK!” I shake, scared yet hating how much this is turning my on. “B-baby! I… is th-that you!?” I stupidly call out and it… Frank… whatever the fuck is happening to me stops sucking my clit, crawls in my pussy an?—
“FRRRRAAANKKKKKKKK UGNNNNNNN!” I arch off the bed. I know Frank… I feel him… I know him… it’s him.. but how? I… is it some cosplay toy again?
“AHHHHHHHH!” I scream as my pussy is licked from the inside, and oh fucking God, it’s as if it’s touching, massaging, and rubbing all over my walls. “UGNNNNN. MORE! MORE!” I cry out with tears in my eyes.
When my pussy clamps down on whatever it is, it stops moving, but my pussy pulses like it’s clenching around something… it’s not empty. I grip the sheets and bare down, shaking, pussy throbbing.
“FRANNNKKKKKKKK!” I scream, hips rolling up while my orgasm crashes through me in waves, the thing… Frank keeps sending me crashing over and over again. I’m wrecked. I lay there, chest heaving, heart racing lying here in the dark, eyes wide, too stunned to even move. What the fuck was that?
“Am I losing my mind?” I whisper into the darkness.
It was too perfect to be a dream, too intense to be my imagination. My pussy is buzzing and so wound up it quivers as if something is inside and alive in it. I squirm, whimpering, fists clutching the sheets.
Fuck… I’m going crazy… I lift my head and look at the wet, twisted sheets and flop back. Fuck…
I crawl under the covers until I drift into sleep with my body spent, fingers laced over sheets, pussy still pulsing even in my dreams.
I step out onto the turf, breathing in the morning air as I close my eyes, stretching, feeling oddly light even though all through the night I kept cumming from thinking about Frank sucking on my clit… God, what the hell is wrong with me?!
I thought I would be tired this morning but, God I always feel alive when the turf is under my cleats and there’s sweat on my back before the sun even hits its peak.
Boxers have a ring, entertainers a stage, and chefs a kitchen. Me, I have the field. This is where I shine! Not behind a podium, and not in a designer blazer. Here, under stadium lights, muscles burning, breath ragged, all while knocking big ass mother fucking niggas out like the bad bitch I am!
Today they will know Jessica Hurts. Today I will show everyone who doubted me just how much I’m built for this.
I jog onto the field, cleats biting into the turf, and roll my shoulders loose as the other players start filtering in, but I don’t give a damn about them.
Today is about me! The training segment of the media blitz is what I’ve been waiting on.
It’s where the cameras get to see what we really do.
Not just sound bites and photo ops. Nah, today is about can you put your money where your mouth is and REALLY fucking hang.
Do you have the grit? The hustle? The determination?
Hell yeah I do!
As I jog, hyping myself up, I spotTek and Duval both stretching by the west end zone like they didn’t just make my social life a minefield. As I jog their way, Tek doesn’t even look at me. His eyes remain forward, and his jaw remains tight.
Fine. It’s not that I’m going to beg him to talk to me, but I’m not going to lie, I’m a little bit sad that he’s treating me like this, but what can I do?
I jog past them, fully expecting neither of them to talk to me, but to my shock Duval saunters over and starts jogging next to me with a grin on his face. Ugh here we go…
“What, asshole?”
“Damn, Arctic Beauty, relax. I was just coming over to give you props,” he defends, eyes dragging up and down like he’s evaluating my form.
“You trying to outshine everybody before we even run the first drill?” he questions and I side eye the hell out of him, shook.
Did this nigga just give me a compliment? That’s weird… suspicious .
“Uhm, thanks, I guess.” I narrow my eyes at him and he grins.
“Nah, I’m being for real, Jess. You’re killing it. I even watched your press run. You rocked it,” he voices and I’m caught completely off guard before I stop dead in my tracks, panting a bit, staring at him with my hands on my hips, sizing him up.
“What is it? Do you need to borrow some money or something? Because I ain’t got it,” I glare jokingly, and he burst out laughing.
“What?” he chuckles. “Hell no, I’m just telling you how I feel.”
“Fuck all that. I’on trust you.”
“You can trust me, Jess,” he snorts and I raise a brow.
“And why is that?”
“To put it simply, because I value my life.” To say I roll my eyes at him is an under-fucking statement.
“What? You think I’ll beat you up or something?
Because I will… hell, I think I snapped your neck at least thirty times in my head since I’ve known you.
” I give him a pointed look and he laughs.
His demeanor is easy, and even warm. Just for a second, I forget we used to be on opposite sides of everything.
It’s weird… but I’m actually starting to warm up to him. “You seem different,” I tell him.
“Oh? Is that in a good way or a bad way?” he asks and I give him a quick once over.
“Not in a bad way. You’re just… solid, lately.” I tilt my head, looking for the words.
“I’ve always been solid, Jess . People just don’t always look long enough to see it.”
“Nah, I looked plenty, nigga, and you was a straight up asshole,” I throw at him pointedly and he bursts out laughing.
“Fair, my bad… I swear I’ll stop.” That earns the smallest smirk from me. Something itty bitty because I’m not no friendly bitch that just goes around forgiving bullies and shit just because they handsome and a little bit nice.
I feel eyes on me, and I turn and catchTeklooking over to us for a split second while he talks to a lady sitting on the bleachers wearing all black with long sleeves, a big black sombrero-like hat that blocks the sun, and she even has on black gloves and dark ass shades…
the fuck? It’s like 98 degrees outside, she ain’t hot?
But whatever. That is not my business. I just look away and keep jogging like I didn’t see nothing.
Eyes on the prize Jess… eyes on the mother fucking prize.
I sigh, and something in me twists. This shit feel so wrong!
Me shooting the shit with Duval while Tek over there brooding alone?
Man, what the hell kind of twilight zone is this?
I keep jogging even after Duval is called away for something, but again, when I come back around this time, I’m a bit shocked when Tek comes out and starts jogging next to me.
“Hey,” I hear after a beat and for a hot second I think I’m hearing things, but there it goes again. “Jess, I know you hear me.” I look back to see Tek smiling at me, just like old times, and my heart constricts a bit. Okay, not hostile. That’s progress.
“Oh… so you’re talking to me now?” I cut my eyes at him, side eyeing the hell out of him for a second because as much as I do miss him as a friend, I’m still pissed at him for ignoring me.
“Just figured I’d say what’s up. Since we’re teammates and all,” he states and I curl my lip, glancing back at him. I feel so pissed I want to scream, but I don’t… there’s a time and place for everything, and I’m not about to get out of character right now.
“Oh your teammate huh? I see…” I keep jogging and he grabs my arm.
I feel like my skin crawls and I become nauseous as I snatch it away, shocking the both of us, but I try to pass it off as something else to ease the eyes who might be looking for gossip.
“L-let’s not have contact like that here…
I have a lot of shit going on and I don’t want this to look like something it isn’t. ”
His lips thin, turning white damn near, and I dead ass have to keep from laughing because they look like chimpanzee lips. Thankfully, he answers before I can let the way he’s looking get the best of me. He nods once and run his hands through his short hair.
“You looked good yesterday… on camera, I mean,” he mutters, but his compliment stuns me more than it should.
“… thanks,” I respond just as the whistle blows, calling us to drills and both of us make our way over the starting cones and slide into formation.
My chest feels lighter than it did yesterday. As the drills begin, between sprints, side shuffles, ladder footwork, among others, I make sure I push harder than anyone else. My cleats cut the turf, and my lungs burn, but I don’t slow down. This is where I speak loudest and everyone’s watching now.
It’s time to show them exactly who Jessica Hurts is!