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Thirty. For the sex

Elias

A fter our picnic at the indoor garden, Kuriakose takes us back to Vera’s apartment. We both get texts about the Tamara-Patrick meeting happening that evening and know it’s safest to stay out of their way. Whatever drama they’ve got going on, we do not need to be a part of it. Besides, I need to be alone with Vera. Whether that’s fully clothed or naked isn’t important, as long as it’s the two of us in every room.

We shower before bed and spend a few more hours talking about our exes. Not the ideal pillow talk, but during our garden date we discussed the match and our plans for the week before the finals. Vera said she didn’t want to ruin the moment by talking about sad things, so we didn’t. Doesn’t mean we were done. Which is why lying in bed, wrapped around each other, we confess all of the ways our exes broke our spirits. The men who hurt her are missing out, because all of the things they claim to not like about her are the very same things I love about Vera.

Sleep took over at some point, because when I force my eyes open, sunlight streams into the room. Groaning, I reach for Vera and find the bed empty. I glare at her side of the bed because of the lack of soft skin waiting for me. Doesn’t stop the smile from stretching across my lips. She loves me . And she said it multiple times last night, as if I hadn’t heard her the first time. I counted them and asked for more. I’m greedy when it comes to Vera.

Rolling over, I grab my phone and find a stack of notifications. A bunch from Farhad about setting a time for our meeting this week, some from Bash and Samar, there’s a few Instagram notifications of gossip accounts tagging me in shit and all caps texts from Patrick. I sit up and go through his messages.

Patrick

I SLEPT WITH TAMARA AND SHE STILL FUCKING HATES ME.

WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO MAN

Congratulations, I guess.

Patrick

Don’t be a dick. This is serious.

Did you talk with your mouths or….no?

Patrick

I tried. She climbed me like a tree and I gave in.

Must be genetic. Vera has a tendency to short-circuit my brain when she’s horny too.

Patrick

You are NOT helping, baby brother. How do I fix this?

Maybe you don’t. Maybe this is what it is now, Pat. Is she out of your system?

Patrick

Fuck no, she’s deep rooted now.

I repeat, congratulations.

My phone buzzes again, but my focus is drawn to the door handle twisting and rattling. I smile as Vera tip-toes inside, her short silk robe flashing delicious brown skin. She attempts to close the door quietly, but it squeaks, so I put her out of her misery by clearing my throat. She jumps and turns to me, narrowing her eyes at my grin.

“How long were you awake?”

“A while. You were supposed to be in bed with me.”

“Poor baby.”

“Did you know the morning after a big confession, we’re meant to have makeup sex?”

Vera steps between my spread legs and sets her hands on my shoulders. Her intoxicating scent clouds my thoughts as I drag my hands up her thighs. Her underwear is a lace contraption that’s futile because I can see the short dark strands covering her pussy, making my mouth water.

“ That ’s why you wanted to wake up with me.” She wiggles her eyebrows and drops her voice to a whisper, “For the sex.”

“Among other things, yeah.”

“Well, guess what?”

“What?”

She drops to her knees, smirking as she grabs the waistband of my boxers. “There’s no rule that says we can’t have the sex even if one person was awake before the other.”

“Of course not.” I lift my hips so she can peel my underwear off.

“Good boy,” she mumbles, wrapping her hands around my dick. It twitched awake the moment she attempted to sneak back into the room. The whole time she was standing in front of me, blood was rushing to my cock. The minute she touches me…I have to clench and grit my teeth so as not to come. Coupled with the praise I didn’t know would work on me, I’m afraid I won’t last very long.

She nudges my legs apart and squats, hands stroking and teasing. There’s something quite spectacular about seeing Vera on her knees in front of me, especially when her eyes are shining. When she licks her lips, it takes even more effort to hold myself from exploding right there. That’s not all Vera does. No, she won’t make this easy on me. With one hand teasing my crown, she leans in and licks from the top to the base and over my balls before repeating the process again. My head falls back on a groan and I clench the sheets tight, thinking of the upcoming match and how many runs I need to score to win it all.

The hand is replaced by her warm, wet mouth and I gasp out her name. Because that’s all I can do right now. I drop my chin to my chest so I can watch and push a hand through her hair to cup the back of her head. Vera’s taking her time licking and sucking and she’s not even past the tip yet. The sounds of my heavy breathing compete with the sounds she’s making, echoing through the room. She looks up at me through her lashes and slowly, painfully, teasingly slides me deeper into her mouth. I lose all sensible thought as I hit the back of her throat, my fingers tightening in her hair.

“Fuck!”

She slurps loudly and through a haze of lust I watch her head bob. I feel every suction, every swirl of her tongue and the hand gripping the sheet is the only thing keeping me absolutely steady. I gather her hair, getting it out of the way as her nose bumps against my stomach. I moan because she’s got me at the edge, and I’m fighting like hell not to let go yet.

Vera pulls her mouth off with a pop and returns to teasing the crown as she licks and nips playfully along my length. With her hand still stroking me, she puts all her focus on my balls, sucking them hard, her eyes never leaving mine. My head is spinning, breathing ceases to matter and when her thumb runs over the tip again, I shudder. Instantly her lips are wrapped around me again and I’m spilling into her mouth, endlessly it would seem with how long the orgasm goes on for.

My grip on her hair loosens as I collapse backwards onto the bed. She’s taking her time licking me up and my cock twitches, which makes her laugh. Vera crawls over me, dark hair forming a curtain around our faces as she kisses me.

“Good morning, superstar,” she says between nibbling on my bottom lip.

“I think you sucked the life and talent out of me.”

“We can’t have that. How else are you going to win the finals?”

“Who cares about the finals, I’ve got you.”

Vera snorts, her hips pressing against mine and my cock twitches again at the feel of the wet lace. Rocking back and forth slowly, she says, “ I care about the finals. In case you didn’t know, my man is slated to win player of the tournament.”

“Your man, huh?”

“Hmm. Might have heard of him.”

I smile as her lips trail down to my neck and my hands settle on her hips.

“Tell me more.”

“Don’t want to inflate his ego too much.”

I chuckle and squeeze her sides. She rattles off my statistics and my heart expands with every bit of information. Her knowledge of my playing stats and data most people don’t care about is what makes Vera special. It’s not even because her company did a deep dive for marketing purposes, but because she cares. I flip us over and pin her to the bed. Her dark hair spread out across the sheets and I’m certain my eyes are popping out little hearts.

“You love me.”

“I do?”

“You know everything about my career, you’ve tracked me this season. You love me.”

Her legs spread around my hips, heels resting on my lower back as we stare at each other. She cradles my face and traces my cheeks with her thumbs, down to my mouth and jaw. If I were to describe the way my heart feels, it would be a marching band playing "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Valli.

“I love you,” she finally says and my elbows buckle at the softness in her voice. At the earnest way she delivers it. “I really fucking do.” I give up all pretence of being totally calm and cool. I kiss her, hard. She’s smiling, lips curving against mine briefly before they part as my tongue sweeps out. A soft moan falls from her as the kiss turns passionate. I’ve never been kissed the way she does and I never want her to stop.

When I pull away and she whines, tugging on my hair as my mouth caresses her chest. I use one hand to support myself, while the other unties her robe and pushes it out of the way, exposing her warm naked skin to me. “Perfection,” I mumble and swirl my tongue around her nipples before sucking them into my mouth one at a time. She arches into my touch, pushing her breasts against me and I give in, taking my time with each hardened peak.

“Baby, please .”

I smile against her stomach at how casually she uses the term of endearment. When she squirms beneath me, I hold her hips down. She growls unhappily and I chuckle, sliding off the bed, putting my face at the perfect level with her lace covered pussy.

“Put your legs where they belong,” I tell her, referencing our conversation from a few weeks ago. Vera laughs, but lifts them one at a time and drapes them over my shoulders.

I kiss along the inside of her thighs and she threads her fingers through my hair, gently tugging on the strands. With our eyes locked, I drag a finger down the length of her pussy, making sure to push through the lace. Her head lolls and I smirk, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her.

“Elias…” she whines, dragging it out and I bury my face in her pussy. My name turns into a gasping moan as I inhale. She shudders and I nip at the lace, then suck, getting my first taste of her this morning. She bucks her hips, as much as she can with my hands holding her steady. I nudge my nose against her clit and press the lace against her to suck again. This time, she pulls at my hair hard. I growl at the bite of pain, but don’t stop. I suck and lick as her body bows and undulates.

I tug her underwear to the side and taste her properly, long and slow. With every quiver of her body, I lick faster until I’m using my fingers to spread her open and dip my tongue inside. Vera mutters a string of curses, my name tied into them as well, and pushes against my mouth as I move and twist my tongue. Her hips jerk and I apply pressure to her clit. I continue to lick and her body shakes, fingers twisting in my hair.

To push her over the edge, I suck hard on her bundle of nerves. At the same time, I push two fingers into her and twist them. She cries out, body lifting off the bed as her walls clamp around me and she comes. Smiling, I pump my fingers, my tongue lapping at her clit as she shudders and rides out her orgasm.

I nip at her sensitive flesh and Vera whimpers, releasing my hair to push my head away. Laughing, I pull my fingers out and suck them clean as I climb over her again. She’s smiling wide, happiness etched into every inch of her face, I’m giddy knowing it’s because of me.

“How much will the Renegades miss you if I keep you tied to my bed so you can do that over and over and over again?”

“Not much,” I mumble as I kiss the tip of her nose. “But then you won’t be able to tell everyone about your man who made it to the finals.”

“Ugh, fine . I do want to show off my man who hits sixes as effortlessly as he eats pussy.”

A laugh escapes me as she winks and she’s kissing me again, tongues battling for control as my dick wakes up again. I press my hips to hers and she moans, feeling how hard I am. “Food first, then we can do that as many times as you want.”

With a reluctant nod and grunt, I roll away. She takes off the robe and her underwear as she goes into the bathroom. When she returns, she’s wearing her standard large T-shirt with her stunning legs on display. Vera blows me a kiss and walks out of the room, leaving me in bed, thanking my lucky stars that of all the people in the world, she picked me.