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Twenty Five

Colt

Princess: I feel like I haven’t seen you all week *pouty face*

I was on the bus en route to an away game her squad would be attending as well, but we rode separate buses and had different schedules, which meant I’d arrive hours before they did. I was supposed to be going over the game plan and focusing on the upcoming game, but when I saw her nickname pop up on the screen, all my concentration took a flying leap off a cliff.

We didn’t get to see nearly as much of each other as I would have liked to. Between her practice, my practice, watching tapes, not to mention classes, it wasn’t easy to spend time together. Coach had chewed my ass out for my little stunt last game and made me run the stadium stairs and suicides after almost every practice this week .

Me: Then I might have some explaining to do. Or maybe I’m hallucinating. I could have sworn you were riding my dick last night.

We didn’t see each other much during the day, but we tried to spend the nights together whenever we could. Which we largely spent tangled in the sheets. No one could blame me now that I finally had her.

In fact, they were lucky we even left the bed at all, and it wasn’t even my favorite spot. As it turns out, I had quite an exhibitionist streak — I loved taking her anywhere I could get away with it, in any way possible.

Princess: You know what I mean, jackass

Me: Yeah, I know, baby. We’ll have a little more room to breathe next week. Don’t you think I’d like to see more of you?

Princess: See more of me? You mean like this?

With this message came a picture that made me incredibly happy I had a privacy screen. She had sent me pictures in just underwear here and there, but this was a new level.

My throat went dry, and I could barely swallow as I stared down at Hailey’s tits, her dusky, pretty nipples pebbled. My shorts became uncomfortably tight, and I pulled the hem of my shirt over my crotch.

Wearing oversized clothing was turning out to be quite an advantage .

Me: Fuck, give a guy a heads-up

Princess: I bet one head is up right now *devil emoji* Princess: That was awful, sorry. Couldn’t help it *laughing emoji*

Me: You’re not wrong, though

Princess: Want to make a bet?

Me: Shoot

Princess: If you can manage, say, three sacks in this game, I’ll let you put a plug in my ass

I choked on my own spit, coughing and gasping for air. Hunter looked at me out of the corner of his eye, unimpressed, not lifting a single finger. Not until he thought I was really in trouble — the whole touching thing and all.

Princess: Right after the game

Me: Are you serious?

My dick was like a steel pipe between my legs, and a wet spot was forming at my tip.

Another picture popped up on my screen. This time of her hand … holding a plug. Fucking hell. She’d let me finger her ass more than once, and each time, she’d gone off like a rocket.

I’d fantasized about taking her in all her holes since our first time, and here she was, offering it to me like on a silver platter.

Princess: Dead serious. So do we have a deal?

Me: Wait, what if I don’t make it?

Princess: Then I get to ride your face, and you don’t get to come until we get home

Me: So I win either way? *smirking emoji*

Princess: If that’s the way you feel, sure

Me: Deal. I’m coming for that ass, Princess. You better get ready.