Page 34 of Trick Play (Playing the Field #4)

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

Micah

Then

“I distinctly remember telling you to be good,” Zeke growls lowly in my ear before diving to mouth at my throat.

“I was good,” I gasp and wiggle against him. With my back to the door—we didn’t make it any further than that once we got inside his house—the only place to go is closer to him, and neither of us minds that one bit. Our hips bump, both of us hard already. It’s no secret where this night has been heading for the last few hours. “For you,” I purr. “Didn’t you like my dancing?”

He bites my bare shoulder with a groan. “You drove me insane.”

Tonight, we went to Gemini along with a few guys from the Rubies and some from the Miami Pirates, the team they played earlier today. It was the first time Zeke introduced me as his boyfriend, though it was only to the East Coast players and no one from LA. Still, it’s a start.

These past few weeks, we’ve been trying to figure out this whole relationship thing. Zeke doesn’t want it to be public knowledge due to the media storm that would rain down upon us, and I somewhat agree. For now. While I’m dancing at Mischief, it’s probably best I don’t have reporters digging into my personal life—not if I want to keep Zeke ignorant of my night job.

Keeping Mischief a secret from Zeke is harder than I thought it would be. I’ve always been the type to tell my partners everything —too much, more often than not—so I’ve had to actively stop myselffrom telling him about dancing. It’s worse when he asks why I won’t spend the night with him. Since I’ve settled in at Neverending Designs, I’ve been able to take more time off from Mischief while still paying my bills, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still enjoy dancing. I know eventually I’ll have to give it up, though, if I don’t want to keep lying to Zeke about needing to feed my neighbor’s Chihuahua. His aversion to heights keeps him from coming to my high-rise apartment, where he would surely discover I’m not spending my nights there.

Besides all that, and keeping our relationship from our friends until we’re sure this will work, things between us are as electric as they have always been, if not more.

I like Zeke—I like him so much —and when we’re together, we’re good . We finish each other’s sentences, there’s never a dull or awkward moment, and the sex is phenomenal . He listens to my oversharing, and he doesn’t ever seem to get tired of it. He?—

“Did you bring something pretty to wear for me, bunny?” Zeke murmurs in my ear, nuzzling the lobe with the tip of his nose. Hope laces his lust-coated words.

He saw me in lingerie for the first time last week. It was actually because I was heading to Mischief later that night, and the lacy bodysuit was meant to be my first outfit on stage. At first, I wasn’t sure how Zeke would like it, but it turned out he loved it. So much so that his tight grip on the delicate material tore holes in it within only a few minutes of us getting down and dirty in the bedroom. For the next several days after, I received deliveries at all hours with apology lingerie sent from Zeke. Each piece was beautiful and expensive.

I toe the bag sitting forgotten at our feet. It’s a rare night off from the club for me, and I’m spending it at Zeke’s place. “Of course. Shall I go change?”

Zeke groans and adjusts the hard bulge in his jeans. “I don’t know if I can wait.”

Ghosting my lips side to side over his, I promise in a sultry whisper, “It will be worth it. Trust me.” I slip past him and scoop up the overnight bag, dancing backward on my toes in the direction of his bedroom and en suite. He follows, one step at a time. “Get naked and on the bed, Zeke. I’m going to put on something you’ll love.” I hope .

“So torture it is,” he mumbles to himself before leveling me with a no-nonsense look. “Don’t prep yourself.”

“Why?” I tip my chin, a smirk lifting the corner of my mouth, and challenge teasingly, “Wanna stretch me yourself? Wanna feel how tight I am for you?”

Another step toward me. Face darkening with desire, he roughly unbuttons his jeans with one hand as if he can’t stand to wait a second longer.

“Wanna suck on my hole?” I continue, knowing that’s his favorite part of prepping me. He enters the bedroom just as my bare foot touches the cool tile of the bathroom, and I slam the door, locking it, before he can close the distance between us.

Zeke lets out a noise of frustration, and I chuckle to myself.

I’m taking a risk tonight. Frankie has been trying to get me to wear some new things at the club, and while I love the way I look in my mirror at home, I’ve been nervous to try the new things in public. Tonight, Zeke is going to be my guinea pig. He’ll either love or hate my outfit. I hope it’s the former.

Once dressed, I exit the bathroom and stall in awe at the view waiting for me inside the bedroom. Zeke is sprawled on the bed, propped up with his back on the pillows, legs spread, naked, and one hand stroking his already lubed cock. The fingers of his other hand trail enticingly over his abs, peaked nipples, and plump lips. All movement stops as his head tilts, dark eyes taking in all of me.

His jaw drops. Literally. Like a cartoon. “Holy fuck, bunny.”

“You like?” I ask, trying to mask my nervousness with a seductive edge.

“You’re wearing,” he starts and stops. “That’s a fucking—and you’re— ugh , God. You’re the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

My confidence grows, and I stalk further into the bedroom, comfortable in the stilettos I’ve chosen, which aren’t quite as tall as the ones I dance in at Mischief. My legs are bare, smooth and tan, and only the very tops of my thighs are hidden by the flared miniskirt I’m wearing. My chest is covered by a skintight sparkly crop top, but Zeke barely acknowledges it. His focus is solely on the skirt.

He releases a pained moan, head tipping back, and his forearm flexes as he squeezes his cock. A thick stream of precome spills over the tip. “I almost just fucking came,” he gasps, eyes on me again. “Get over here. Fuck. I need you to come here right now.”

I obey, no time for dramatics, and when I reach the bed, Zeke lunges for me. Somehow, in a flurry of movement and an impressive display of his athleticism, I end up upside down, my knees on his shoulders, skirt falling to reveal a pair of lingerie panties he bought me with a heart cut out in the center of the ass. He dives into the easy access, licking me exactly how I teased him he would.

The position has his cock near my face, and I prop myself up with my hands on his thighs in order to reach it with my mouth. I swallow him down, lube and all.

Neither of us lasts very long. At least for round one.

Note to self, Zeke loves skirts.