Page 62 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

NICK SOBA

A week or so later I was sitting on the sideline during practice, drinking water and studying our latest plays ahead of our upcoming game. I looked out at the field and a smile graced my face.

If you’d told me at the start of the season that we’d find ourselves nearing two months in and only having lost one game, no one would have believed you. I, on the other hand, would have. Because I knew this would happen if I managed to work my magic.

I was fully aware that my methods might seem unconventional, but look at the result.

I rest my case.

That said, I was still pissed over our one loss. It shouldn’t have happened.

It was a stupid-stupid mistake. A fucking wind gust pushed the football just right of the goal posts in overtime.

So what should have been the point that won us the game, I blamed Mother Nature for fucking it up.

Our kicker had done his job perfectly, he just didn’t account for the fucking wind that came out of nowhere.

The poor kid looked petrified and mortified when the football fucking licked the goal post - on the wrong goddamn side.

He’d immediately looked to me for a reaction.

I’d been what he was petrified of, while missing by inches was the cause of his mortification.

I met him as he came off the field and assured him that even though we try to control all factors, including Mother Nature, sometimes things are out of our hands.

Meanwhile, when no one saw, I lost my shit.

So aside from Mother Nature besting us on that one fucking game, The New York Rage was kicking everyone’s ass. And as I watched my team on the field, it was evident in their attitudes, their reflexes, their work ethic, their chakras.

They were finally acting like winners.

Post-practice meetings had run late, so when I got home at nearly eight that night, I found Scottie passed out on the couch.

This wasn’t like her.

She was one of those people who didn’t nap. So imagine my alarm at finding her sound asleep, looking so adorable, all curled up on the couch.

After admiring her for a few minutes, I needed to make sure she wasn’t sick, so I gently nudged her before kissing her lips.

“Baby, wake up,” I whispered in her ear.

In the cutest sleepy little voice she replied, “Mmm, what time is it? I can’t believe I fell asleep. I’ve been so tired lately.”

“Oh yeah? Anything else happening as of late?” I asked.

She rubbed her eyes as she sat up on the couch and I sat down next to her, gently rubbing her belly.

“Umm. I don’t think so. But just this week, oh my gosh, I’ve been exhausted. Last week I was feeling tired too, but not like this week. Maybe all of our extracurriculars have just finally worn me out,” she said and gave me a knowing look with a raised eyebrow.

I chuckled, but couldn’t help myself as my hand stopped rubbing her belly and cupped her breast. Her delicious, firm, and engorged breasts.

Believe me when I tell you that I’ve been fondling them a little extra in the last couple of weeks, just doing my due diligence - checking on size, shape and how tender they are.

When I gave her left breast a generous squeeze, which had my mouth salivating and my dick half hard, she suddenly yelped, “ Ow! That hurts.”

“Sorry, honey,” I said, but brought my left hand to her right breast and did the same squeeze test I’d been doing for weeks.

“Ow, stop, what are you doing?”

I just grinned at her. “Sorry. Let me make it better,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed her neck, then kissed her covered breast.

“Not everything can be solved with sex, you know.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think we’ve done well so far,” I replied.

Meanwhile, I was doing fucking somersaults in my head because she was fucking pregnant !

A couple weeks back, Scottie had kind of gotten her period. It was more spotting than anything. Having done all my research on pregnancy, it was common to get spotting in the first month or two of pregnancy. But when she got that “period” she took it as she actually got her period.

For me, however, the fact that it was spotty, coupled with other factors like her breasts having gotten a little bigger and a lot more tender since then, as well as her feeling exhausted, and then she yelled at me last night over the smell of what I was making for dinner…

on the complete opposite side of the house from her.

I could feel it in my bones that this was our sign.

“What’s got you all smiley-smiley?”

Not wanting to tell her just yet, I played it off, “Being around you. You make me happy.”

“You think we’re about to have sex, don’t you?”

“ Ms. Anderson ! Are you propositioning me?” I pretended to be shocked.

She snort-laughed, but then she turned serious. “You know what, actually I am. I do have a proposition for you in fact, and this is something I’ve tried to bring up but you always distract me.”

“Distract you?”

“Yes.”

“How do I distract you?”

“With your oral skills and with your pierced cock. You dickmatize me.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“You know full-well that it is nothing but the best thing. However, in the months we’ve been together you have yet to let me…” She let that linger as she eyed my now-very hard cock that was being held back by my athletic shorts.

“Let you….?”

“Reciprocate.”

“Mmm.”

“Yes, mmm . I want to give you a damn blowjob, okay?” She let out on a little harumph. “You’re like the first guy on Earth who doesn’t expect it on the first sexual encounter. You’re like a freekin’ unicorn.”

“Sorry, honey,” I said and chuckled. “I didn’t mean to deprive you. But by all means,” I said and gestured to my ready-to-go cock, “go at it.”

She quickly eyed me.

“Don’t tease me. I’m literally begging you to let me give you head, you’re finally going to let me do it? You’re not going to distract me with your smooth tongue and talk me into letting you do unspeakable things to me instead?”

“I mean, I’d love to do that too . And I’m sure that you’ll be a horny little slut for me after you’ve had your mouth stuffed with my dick, wanting my cock to fill up your next hole too,” I said in a huskier voice because I was getting really turned on.

The truth was, yes - I hadn’t let Scottie go down on me because I was too desperate for her . Watching her unravel, watching her when I brought her pleasure, it did something to me. Don’t even mention when I had her cum on my lips while I did all of these things to her.

So even though, yes, every guy loves getting sucked like a damn lollipop, I was almost afraid that it wouldn’t nearly be as good as when I was in control of Scottie’s pleasure. Because to me, when I was fully in control of her pleasure, it made my own pleasure and release so much better.

Having her all but beg me now to suck my cock, who was I to deny her?

Besides, after having a few months of experimentation with Scottie, confirming that my refractory period was all but non-existent and knowing that she turned into a little cum-slut for me, I now felt confident that letting her suck me off wouldn’t take anything away from the experience.

In fact, now that I was finally ready, I was curious to see if this could enhance the overall sexual experience for us.

With that she slid down to her knees on the floor in front of me. The little minx gave me the most satisfied and seductive look as her beautiful fingers trailed up my thighs, and in one swift - and aggressive - move, opened my thighs. She didn’t waste time positioning herself right between them.

“Now,” she said as her fingers massaged up my thighs to the waistband of my shorts, “these gotta go.” She then tugged on them until I lifted my hips and she pulled them down and threw them over her shoulder.

I was kind of digging this if I was being completely honest.

Scottie as a little dominatrix, I mean, I could get behind that. Maybe I’d need to get her a little dominatrix outfit with a flogger for Christmas - or just as a present on a random Tuesday. Why wait?

My cock jutted up and slapped my stomach once she’d pulled my shorts down. When she was discarding them, I started stroking my cock, spreading the precum over the head and piercings. I wanted Scottie to get a taste from every part of my cock once her pretty little mouth was filled with it.

Fuck!

The thoughts swirling through my head right now. All the blowjob fantasies I’d suppressed because I’d been enjoying her too much. But she was right, I shouldn’t deprive her of all of this.

“Go on, honey, get a taste,” I said with a husky voice as I released my ready cock and it stood up straight, saluting the ceiling.

With my now free hand, I reached for the back of her head and led her down. It wasn’t about me taking control, it was more for me to feel grounded because she had complete and total control of this situation - as she did of every situation with us.

Instead of taking the crown of my cock into her mouth like I had expected, she stuck out her tongue and flattened it, lowering her mouth to the base of my cock where she proceeded to lick me from root to tip.

“Mmm, delicious," she hummed.

I was ready to die.

The sensations flying through every neurotransmitter in my body, it was all too much, because ohmyfuckinggod ! Why in the hell had I waited so long for this?

With that she wrapped her plump lips around the head of my cock and I was about ready to blow already. She applied just enough suction before twirling her tongue around my crown once, twice, three times and then sucking it into her mouth again where she then separated my slit with her tongue.

I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my skull as my head fell to the back of the couch, my fingers lacing through the strands of her hair seeking purchase.

As if this couldn’t get any hotter, she let my cock slip out of her mouth with a pop as her hand wrapped around my base and stroked me up and down.

My eyes came into focus and I saw she was waiting for me to watch her.

Once she was satisfied with my attention, she lowered her head back down to my cock but instead of taking it back into her mouth like I expected, she let a string of saliva descend to the crown.

I was about to come.

That was so fucking hot.

Her thumb then spread the saliva over my tip. Meanwhile, her hand used the rest as lubricant to lube down my shaft and over my piercings.

All I could do was moan, she’d rendered me completely limp in all ways except when it came to my cock. There was nothing limp about him.

Satisfied with herself, she hollowed out her cheeks as she took more of me and before long I could feel the tip of my very large and engorged cock hit the back of her throat. But like the champ she was, she didn’t gag.

I’d only ever heard of guys talking about girls who didn’t have a gag reflex and how incredible it was. I had never understood or appreciated that until now, because Scottie just bobbed her head all the way up and down my shaft, letting it hit the back of her throat time and time again.

The way her tongue teased my piercings had my eyes going cross-eyed.

And all of my restraint was going out the window.

But what did me in was when she returned her attention to my crown, and she swirled her tongue around it.

Then, in the next move, sucking my cock back into her mouth. The suction on this woman was bar none.

I was seeing literal stars when she once more flattened her tongue over my tip, separating my small slit. She then hollowed her cheeks, sucking the crown all while she twirled that talented tongue of hers around the head.

And that was it.

Without warning, my cum shot into her mouth and almost choked her.

I hated to waste it, which was my only regret. Next time I’d let her do all the things, but I’d need to hold off and make sure I came inside her sweet and needy cunt.

Her humming captured my attention once more, because that humming had vibrations flowing through my still cumming-cock, which just spurred me on and had me pumping even more cum into her mouth.

When I felt the last spurt leave me, I let out a satisfied groan. What did she do? She fucking sucked my cock from root to tip once more, which had me squirming! Before releasing me with a pop, she hollowed her cheeks once more as she sucked my crown and it had me seeing double.

When I thought she was done, I looked back down at her only to find her grinning at me. “You look thoroughly proud of yourself, little minx,” I said to her.

Instead of answering me, she opened her mouth and let me see all of the cum I’d just released into her mouth. Fuck me five ways to Sunday and twice more on Monday! That was so fucking hot.

A little bit slid out past her lips, running down her chin and down her neck. I just watched it all unfold, as she made a show of closing her mouth and swallowing it all down.

I was so turned on by the sight before me, seeing how dirty my girl could be, that I grabbed her by the back of the head while I leaned forward, licking up the escaping cum from her neck - licking all the way up her lips. I crashed my lips to hers and absolutely devoured her.

She hummed in response and I felt her grinning into our kiss, feeling proud of herself I’m sure.

I just groaned as I hauled her up from the floor and into my lap. “You need to get naked. Right fucking now. I need to suck your tits. I need my cock inside you. I need you to have your way with me more often.”

And she did just that. Entering us into a whole new era of our sex life.