Page 63 of Who's Loving You

My lungs puff and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, my pulse beating like a drum. The world around me fades into a blur as I watch the ball tumble towards the ground. My feet move at lightning speed and the ball lands safely in my hands.

I tuck it close to me and spin on my heels, juking the guy I practically plow into. My legs move left to right and I high step past a tackle who’s gunning for me with rage in his eyes. I see a path cleared for me by our full back, and I take the lead like the fucking grand marshal of a parade.

In my peripheral I see a guy charging at me with no one around to help me. When he dives I leap, flipping ass over head and land on my back across the goal line, putting up six for my team.

I’m pulled up by my pads by Bash, and he lifts me in the air like the goddamn Hulk. The rest of the guys run over to celebrate with an over the top dance that has fans booing and cheering.

We finish our theatrics and I look out into the end zone, searching for Valentina. It’s not difficult to find her as she’s the most beautiful woman in this stadium and stands out like a diamond amongst coal.

I run towards her and fans hang over the edge, slapping the padded wall and waiting to grab and pull me up. Jumping, I land in the trusting hands of fans and point directly at her standing next to Lucy.

Lucy pushes her forward, practically sending her tumbling to me, and I grab on to her before we both end up on our asses. I hand her the ball, press my lips to hers and say, “I told you I’d get you to hold my balls.”

I leap down with a hard thud and look up to see her with a flushed face and wide smile. She bites her lip and shakes her head, arching her brow as the crowd watches our interaction –teleprompters included.

I waggle my fingers at her and race back to the sidelines before the kicking team can send that ball sailing through the goal posts.

The Drillers end with a W, Valentina leaves with a smile, and I file away her face in my memory for later.

Little by little, I’m chipping away at her concrete heart.

21

NICO

My body is wound tight and no matter how I try to force myself to sleep, my mind is a feature film of Valentina and every snapshot I’ve saved to my memory. It’s a constant reel on repeat and it’s a private showing for my eyes only.

I toss and turn and look at the clock. Twelve-twenty. Ten minutes from the last time I checked. Though it feels like that was hours ago.

I fling off my sheets and scrub my hands over my face. I can’t take it anymore. I need something to relieve the itch that grows worse with each passing day.

I step into my closet and slip into a pair of joggers and hoodie and grab my keys, heading straight for my car and the one place that can ease my craving.

“I was hoping you’d come in tonight.” Sonja slides her hand in the crook of my arm and steps in stride with me.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?” My eyes wander around the club that is occupied by only a handful of people.

Not many members visit Lascivious at one in the morning on a Tuesday night. Apparently it’s reserved for perverts and addicts. And with only an hour before closing, It’s just enough time to get what I need and return home to hopefully fall into a deep sleep.

Sonja spins so that she meets me eye to eye while stepping backwards. “I have someone that I think would be really great to add to our play time. What do you say? Could you handle three of us?”

I stop and feel shivers roll up my spine with excitement. “Three? I think I can manage.”

She bites her lip and takes my hand, pulling me towards the rooms, shaking her ass with a bit more exaggeration than usual. I see her turn her gaze to a woman I haven’t seen before and Sonja gives her a nod. The woman retreats and Sonja and I step into a room.

“No windows?” I ask her, looking around the room I have yet to enjoy.

“Not tonight. I think what we have planned will be more than sufficient.”

She pulls me to the middle of the room and withoutblinking, yanks my joggers down like a magic trick. I’m sans underwear, so my already hardening dick springs free with eagerness and hunger.

I stumble back as Sonja pushes on my chest and I fall into a chair I didn’t realize was right behind me. She makes quick work of ripping my shoes and hoodie from me, leaving me nude and sitting in a velvet chair like a king with his subject worshipping at his feet.

Her eyes glow in the light like a she-wolf about to devour her prey. A devious smile tells me that I’m in for a mind blowing night. My body buzzes and the blood flowing through my veins rushes like hot lava.

She wastes no time wrapping her hand around my cock. My head falls back on a moan as she slides up and down, pumping me hard and then slow. My fingertips dig into the chair's smooth fabric when her tongue swipes at my moist head. She licks and pumps in perfect cadence then descends fully with her lips suctioned to my dick, her nose rubbing in the short pubic hairs.

She teases, slow and deep, taking her time rising and falling. It’s a sweet torture that feeds my craving.