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Xavier

There's an immediate sense of relief when I don't get picked for postgame interviews and all that stands between me and my girls is a shower and my drive.

Almost an entire month of only video calls, texts, and one rushed quickie with Vivienne has me more than a little messed up. It's no one's fault, but I still fucking hate the distance the end of season has put between us.

The night we were together after she came to the game with the girls was intense, to say the least. For me, it felt like we were on the brink of more--of everything. I think this loneliness that finds me on the road stings more now because I've grown so attached to her.

Forty minutes later, I'm stepping inside my house, kicking off my shoes, and racing up the stairs. A quick stop in the nursery to say good night to Holland and I'm stalking through the house, searching for my other girl.

Tenley is back in school and knowing Vivi was here waiting was one hell of a motivator to win and win quickly.

Dim light from my bedroom has me rushing for the door and I almost trip over my feet at the sight waiting for me on my bed.

Fuck me.

It's not my birthday, but the prettiest present I've ever seen waits for me. Vivienne lays coyly on my bed, her dark hair draped over my pillows in a lush curtain. The green lingerie she wears shimmers in the glow coming from the bathroom. Pressed together to create mouthwatering cleavage, her tits are wrapped up in a bra that looks like a damn bow. One tug and it would all fall apart.

My fingers twitch at my side. I want to take the silky fabric between my fingers and undo my perfect package. I don't stop moving until I'm standing at the foot of the bed. "I could get used to finding you in my room."

She hums, toying with the ribbons at her waist. "You've been so excited about that last thing on the list, I thought we could cross it off tonight."

With her tits tied up like that there's only one thing she could mean. Imagining what she has in store for me has a whimper slipping free. And when she confirms it with a short pull on the bow I have to stop myself from tackling her on the bed.

She disappears behind my hand for a second as I drag it down my face. Every time with Vivi is better than the last, but this one might be the one that pushes me over the edge. Sliding between these soft full breasts is going to be the highlight of my life.

"You come first," I tell her, because I'm not sure I'll survive this and I don't want to die without getting her off one last time.

"As I should," she says with a shimmy of her shoulders.

"Damn, sweetheart." This is a departure from the woman in the hallway all those months ago, or the one who told me I didn't have to eat her out.

Like it was it a fucking chore.

Gone is the woman who brushed aside her needs for everyone else's. The goddess in my bed would never. She's no longer polite about her pleasure.

Crawling up the bed I kneel next to her, cupping her face. "Tell me how to make you come."

She stretches away from me, toward the nightstand, grabbing a black drawstring pouch that I didn't notice earlier. It's one I've seen many times during our FaceTimes when I'm on the road.

"You're so fond of watching me use this, but I wanted to see you use it on me."

The bag swings from her finger, dangling between us. I take her lips, my hand closing around the toy simultaneously.

"You've planned this whole night out, haven't you?"

"Maybe," she admits coyly.

"We're going to need to find more things to add to the list," I tell her, straddling her and working the string loose before pulling the vibrator free.

"Sounds like something to keep you busy while I'm gone," she teases, knowing damn well I haven't had a single free second in weeks between practices, games, and Holland.

"You underestimate how motivated I am." That's a job I'll make time for, especially if it means I get to keep her for longer. "Besides, I can think of a few things off the top of my head that we've talked about but haven't officially added." Hovering my lips at the shell of her ear and clicking the power button on, I whisper my filthy ideas like the one she agreed to under the influence of my mouth and a strawberry.

"It seems like you're trying to stretch this out." Her tone is still light, but there's a strain in her voice like something is bothering her. I know she's nervous about going home and I hope that's all it is. And now hardly seems like the time to ask, not when I need to get lost with her. But she's not leaving for California without telling me what's going on in that pretty little head of hers.

Using the curved tip of the toy I trace the strap of her open bra. "I think I'll leave this on while I fuck your tits."

Her breath hitches as I follow the strap around to her ribs and further down, rounding the curve of fabric that sits below heavy breasts. I repeat the pattern on the other side, working her up slowly before I drag it over each nipple, turning them into tempting peaks and letting the vibration ripple her skin.

"Do you think this toy can fuck you like I can?" I ask circling her belly button, letting each sweep get wider.

"No, I've tried."

That has my cock jumping inside my pants. Because I've seen her try and she always comes, but never as hard when I'm deep inside her.

"That's right, sweetheart. No cock--real or fake--can replace me."

Her eyes flare with fear. "I don't want to replace you."

"Hmm . . . Why do I feel like I want to make you prove that?"

"Yes," she gasps as the bulbous head sweeps over her pubic bone heading north, where she needs it.

"That wasn't a yes or no question."

"Show me. Prove that I can't replace you," she pleads, reaching for my cock.

I push her hand away, pinning it to the mattress next to her and scoot lower on the bed. "After. We have other things to do first." Her back arches off the bed with the first sweep of the pulsing toy over her clit. "I never tire of making you feel good, of showing you what you're capable of."

"Xavier," she starts.

I cut her off, easing the toy in an inch.

"With or without the list, you're strong. Don't forget, Vivienne--the power has always been yours. You just have to claim it."

She blinks up at me for a moment, clearly not expecting that, then her hands wrap around the back of my neck, dragging me in for a searing kiss.

"Thank you for always reminding me of that," she says softly when she pulls back. "Now fuck me." It's a demand and I would expect nothing less.

The toy slips in with ease. "So slick for me. Is this all from waiting in bed for me?"

"Yes. I've been thinking about this all day. It's been--"

Her thought is cut off by the press of the toy against the spot that has her clinging to me. "Distracting?" I finish for her, smirking down at her before I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth.

"Yes, so much."

"Good. I've been in a daze since the day I found you in my hallway. This list, and you . . . you've been the ultimate distraction. There hasn't been a day since that you haven't occupied half my mind."

My heart lately too.

I pull the toy out in retaliation for how quickly she's made herself a permanent fixture in my life.

"God. No. Please," she whines. All one word sentences and thrashing legs. "I don't want to stop."

It's exactly the way I feel when our schedules or her hang-ups keep us apart.

"Are you going to think about me while you're home?"

"Of course," she breathes out too quickly.

"I'm always thinking of you. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but I'm helpless in this. I want you every second of every day, and that wasn't part of the agreement. I wasn't prepared for what you'd do to me."

"I know," she says, sagging into me, giving me the intimacy and honesty I'm looking for.

Fuck it.

I'm breaking our rules and I don't care. If we're honest with each other, we've been bending the rules we set for a while. This hasn't been just sex since she risked showing up in the locker room. Our day together during the All Star Break sure as hell counts as a date. And the kiss at the game was as public as it could get. We both said we weren't looking for a relationship and I meant it, but that last rule is quickly closing in on me. Every day the need for more with her gets harder to ignore.

I might not be outright asking for it, but the connection between us is real and pretending it doesn't exist is killing me. She's leaving tomorrow and I want to know where her head is at.

"Sounds like we might need to set some new rules."

She hums, taking my face in her hands and pressing her forehead to mine. "Can any negotiation wait until I get back from California? My family--spending time back there is all I can handle. Let me get my head on straight? Because I want this, I want you, but I need to fix things with them first."

Everything about the moment is real and intimate. She's being real with me. So I give her an inch of the toy like she gave me an inch of truth. "Promise not to avoid me when you get back."

Still connected, her mouth drops open and her lids drift closed. "I promise." She seals it with a sweet kiss.

I reward her with a flick of my wrist driving the toy inside her the way she needs.

"Shit!" she cries out, her grip on my face nearing painful. She slides her hands back into my hair and I let her pull me back to her chest.

I give her what she needs: a reprieve from the stress of getting on that plane tomorrow. It's not long before my marks are blossoming all over her chest and the toy between her legs has her singing my praises, trembling in my arms.

"Xavier. Oh god. So good. Don't stop."

"Don't you know by now? I never want to stop, sweetheart."

She shudders, the fake cock drags to a stop as her muscles clamp down around it.

I'm impossibly hard from watching her come, so I flick off the toy, handing it to her. She takes it wordlessly, her chest still heaving as she comes down from her release.

"We're not done with that," I tell her, rising to my knees.

Her laughter chimes through the silent bedroom as I strip out of my clothes at lightning speed.

"Someone is excited."

"Sweetheart, you wrapped yourself up for me like my favorite fantasy. Have you seen yourself? Stunning." My lips brush her neck as I stretch out next to her. "You waited for me, making it premeditated. And it got you hot. Other than the baby one door down, this is the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. So yeah, I'm fucking excited." I press my hips forward showing her how eager I'm to have her like this.

I kiss her and she hums against my lips. One sweep of my tongue over the seam of her lips and she lets me in. Taking my time, I explore, savoring the taste of her, absorbing the way it feels to have her like this: willing and pliant in my arms, her guard temporarily down.

She kisses me back, deepening it, putting her whole body into it and throwing her leg over my hip. I can't help but groan at how wet she is when she grinds her hot center against my thigh.

Our kiss continues to build and she rolls on top of me, holding on to me like I'm her anchor. The sharp bite of her nails scores my scalp. It's like she's committing every second of this to memory, taking as much as she can get before life forces us apart again when she leaves tomorrow.

I flip us again, putting her on her back and taking the toy from her hand. Slipping it between her legs on the lowest setting, I work it back inside her.

"Cross your ankles and hold there for me like a good girl while I fuck these perfect tits."

My cock is already weeping from everything leading up to this--finding her in my bed, the heated kisses and seeing her come. With her on her back, I straddle her hips. Watching her closely, I loop my hand under her back and around the waist. The toy is curved with some flex to it so it should hit her front wall with the movement, but I don't want to hurt her.

"Shit. Oh," she moans, dropping her head back as it shifts inside her.

I hold my cock, the grip on the base tight. "Spit on it. Make me good and messy." Her pupils dilate.

Watching her gather saliva in her mouth is so damn dirty I might come before I even get my present. Her gaze drops mine as she lets a thread of spit trickle from her mouth. Seeing it mix with the cum already leaking from my slit pulls another whimper from deep within my chest.

"That . . . I've never . . ." Her eyes flash back to mine and then drop to wear her spit rolls down my cock.

"Again." My voice is rough with need. "The sloppier, the better."

She shifts, leaning forward and letting another string of spit join the other, her thighs rubbing as the vibrator between her legs does its job.

"I love your cock. It's perfect. Thick and long. This vein . . ." She skims her finger up the plump line on the underside. "And my favorite thing is the way it's always so hard--ready for me." Her hand covers mine at the base as she lowers herself flat to the bed.

She hums and I imagine the pulsing toy has her floating right about now. It's enough to keep her body buzzing without tipping her over the edge.

"You good?"

"Very."

I take my dick back from her. "Not too good. When you come again, it'll be from my tongue."

That elicits a content little murmur that I take to mean she understands.

I scoot up the bed still in awe that she's not only letting me do this but enthusiastically onboard. I lower my head so that I'm closer to eye level with her letting spit gather behind the dam of my lips and slowly releasing it to coat her sternum.

"Push them together, nipples in," I instruct.

The first stroke through the valley of her breasts has me groaning out in relief. Her eyes flick from where I'm poking out her cleavage to my face and back again.

"Holy shit, Vivienne," I choke out.

I pull out, my dick rubbing over her nipples on the exit. "Oh." The exclamation floats out of her. "I didn't expect--mhmm."

"Yeah. Mhmm," I agree.

A smirk spreads across her lips as I drag slowly back through, using all the control I can muster. My hips pulse forward and she lifts her head, offering me her tongue.

"If you let me play with your mouth while I have your tits wrapped around my cock--fuck I'm in so much trouble."

She does it anyway, stretching her neck to wrap her lips around the head and sucking hard. I almost fold in half. There's a pop when she releases me and I pull back, tempting her with a shallow thrust.

"What kind of trouble?"

"The type where you end up with a mouthful of cum and no warning."

"And here I thought you promised me a necklace."

"I'd give you anything you ask for, sweetheart." Her mouth wraps around my head again and she suctions to it like she's trying to suck the soul out of me.

"So much trouble," I grit when she releases me. "You want a mouthful?" My hand collars her neck gently, not squeezing, just holding her as I thrust, keeping her from lifting to take me inside again.

She nods, wetting her lips.

I groan, heat licking down my spine. "First, tell me, do you like my hand here?" My thumb brushes her jaw lightly.

"Yes," she moans. "I want you to hold me there while I come."

She's brave and open-hearted with me, it's a connection I've never had with anyone else. The way she trusts me with her body is implicit. It's the same way I feel about handing my heart over to her.

"I'm close." My cock swells as I press my hips forward. Releasing her neck, she opens for me. I shorten my movements, and her mouth is all I need to tip me over the edge. She hums and that's it. I spill, coating her tongue.

When I pull back, a ribbon of my release hangs on to her plump lower lip. I swipe it away with my thumb, but her hand wraps around my wrist, pulling it back to her mouth and licking it clean.

It takes longer than it should for me to catch my breath considering I'm a professional athlete, but that's what it's like with Vivienne. She always leaves me feeling like I'm free falling. Once my breaths even out, I crawl down the bed and settle myself between her legs.

I hold up the black toy so she can see it. "Look what you did to this. Absolutely drenched."

I drop it on the bed before burying my tongue inside her, licking up every drop. When she pulses around my finger, I find her neck, holding her like she asked. Then she's calling out my name in that fractured way I love so much.

We shower off the mess we've made and crawl into bed together. Somewhere around three in the morning, after feeding Holland, I wake her up with my fingers before I sink inside her. If she's leaving me, even for a week, I want her to feel me while she's gone.

Sleep pulls her back under, but I stay awake, watching her until I lose the battle.

Morning comes too early, bringing with it a goodbye that has my stomach twisting after last night. I don't want her to leave.

It only takes a moment for the reality to sink in: I'm in bed, alone.

But when I see her suitcase still in the corner, the panic fades. She hasn't left yet.

Checking the clock, I know she only has a short time before she needs to leave for the airport, so I don't bother getting dressed. I slip on my briefs and go out searching for her.

Soft murmurs draw me to the open nursery door. Like last time, I stop in the doorway, watching her with my daughter. Vivienne drops her nose to Holland's head and her shoulders rise with a deep inhale.

"Goodbye, my sweet Estrela. I'll miss you while I'm gone." She holds her close, whispering to her. "Take care of your daddy until I get back."

The unexpectedly sweet moment hits me in the heart. This is everything I didn't think I had room for, but I want it more than anything and sooner or later I need to tell her.

I clear my throat from the door. "Do you have time for breakfast before you have to leave?"

She crosses the room to meet me, leaning into my side. "I can spare a few minutes for you."

I drop a kiss to Holland's head and press my palm to Vivi's back, leading her out of the room, down the stairs and to the kitchen.