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DANIEL

“Alright, who’s up for some beer pong?” Ethan calls out, slamming down his drink. He’s already a little tipsy, his usual shyness nowhere to be seen.

“Count me in!” Louis shouts, pumping his fist in the air. He’s grinning like a fool. It’s not a huge party, but it’s wild with jocks and cheerleaders around. It was Caleb’s idea of partying. It was necessary, according to him. Whether we lost or won, it would be a good stress buster, but I know all he wanted was drinks and chicks. The moment Elsa entered the party, he vanished. I swear the tension between them is so insane. I am rooting for him, but I am not sure if it is going anywhere.

“Are you going to play?” I ask Anya. She shakes her head.

“I am going to keep the scores with Siya,” she says, squeezing Siya’s hand. I can see the look of gratitude on her friend’s face. I love how protective my girlfriend is of the people she cares about. I’ve gathered that Siya isn’t comfortable in big groups.

“Fair enough,” I say, giving Anya a quick peck on the cheek before I grab a few cups and start setting up the game. “ But you two better keep it fair!”

“Just watch us!” Anya replies with a teasing grin.

Sophia and Louis are against me and Ethan. Ethan goes first. He grins confidently as he aims his ball, but it hits the rim of the cup and bounces off. Louis jeers loudly. Ethan sneers at him, already reaching for another ball.

“For a basketball player, you sure know how to take your shots.” Sophia smirks.

“Woah, dude, that was hard,” I tease. He glares at me. Sophia snorts leaning against the table, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She tosses the ball with a smirk,and it glides through the air before landing perfectly in one of the cups.

Louis cheers while Ethan lets out a string of curses. I chuckle. This is going to be too easy. Ethan aims the ball again, his brows furrowing in focus, but the ball hits the rim again with a soft thump.

Sophia snorts with a mocking smile. “I guess basketball skills don’t transfer to beer pong.”

I take my shot, aiming carefully and tossing the ball with finesse. It lands in a cup with a satisfying splash.

Ethan’s eyes narrow. “It’s just not my day.” He grins confidently. “But I have skills beyond the basketball court, too. I could show you some.” He winks at her.

“Ethan, please behave,” Anya says, amused.

Ethan glances over at Anya and grins. “Alright, alright, I’ll behave. But only because you asked, Anya.” He winks at her, smirking at me. I shoot him a glare.

Sophia scoffs. “Oh, like I would be interested in your so-called ‘skills.’”

The game goes on for a while. It’s clear that we are definitely losing. Sophia is too good at this; she hasn’t missed at all. It’s my turn now. I pick up the ball, but before I can aim, Anya says, “Can I try?”

“I can never say no to you, baby. Go ahead.” I grin lazily, stepping back and giving the ball to her. Anya takes it and grins at me, confident and sexy. She steps up to the table, looking like she owns the game. She aims the ball, focusing on the cups in front of her, her body pressed close, her ass rubbing against my dick, which sends a spark of heat through me. I try to keep my focus, but it’s impossible to ignore the teasing grin she throws my way.

“Oops, looks like I missed,” she says with a playful smirk, as the ball bounces off the rim of a cup.

I raise an eyebrow at her, my voice low, so that no one hears. “That was no accident.”

Anya steps aside, “We are going to get snacks. Do you guys want anything?” she asks, her eyes raking over me.

I watch as Anya walks away with Siya, her hips swaying with every step she takes. She’s holding Siya’s hand protectively. My eyes are still glued to her. I try to focus on the game, but it’s impossible with the way my dick is throbbing. She really will be the death of me.

“Come on, dude. It’s your turn,” Louis says, a yawn escaping his lips. I tear my gaze away from Anya, take the shot, and miss it.

“What happened? Missing your lucky charm?” Louis sneers.

I glare at him. He raises his hands in surrender. I scan through the crowd, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Her phone is with me. I do not trust the guys here. I will have to find her.

The alcohol is messing with my head. I narrow my eyes to see better through the crowd. I finally spot her across the room, standing close to a tall guy with tousled hair and a charming grin. My blood runs cold. It’s Henry—the guy Anya went on that blind date with. I force myself to breathe. She’s just talking to him. But I can’t ignore the sudden spike of jealousy as I watch her laugh at something Henry says. Dammit, it’s ridiculous how much the man getting to me right now .

As much as I try to tell myself that there’s no reason to worry, I can’t help the way my heart clenches as I watch them talk. I force myself to focus on the game, but my mind is fixated on Anya. Even though I can’t hear their conversation, I can’t help but wonder what they’re talking about.

“I quit,” I grit out, my frustration bubbling over. Louis raises an eyebrow, clearly confused. I push my way through the crowd, my heart pounding. The laughter and chatter fade into the background as I focus solely on Anya. As I approach, I catch snippets of their conversation, her laughter ringing out like music, and it only makes my gut twist tighter.

“Hey baby,” I call out, trying to keep my tone casual. Her head snaps in my direction, surprise lighting up her face.

“Dan–” she starts to say, but I cut her off, my gaze flickering to Henry. He smiles at me slightly.

“I will excuse myself,” he says, leaving us alone. I watch Henry walk away, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly.

“He—” I do not let her finish. I hold her hand and pull her into me. She smiles at me sneakily. I clench my jaw. I can’t lose control right now; not here. I need to get us out of here.

I guide her through the packed room, our hands intertwined tightly. The space is filled with drunk people, their laughter and loud chatter overwhelming. I push through the crowd, my grip on her hand like a vice. I turn to look at her and she grins, her eyes gleaming with a playful light. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I am doing everything in my power to keep my cool. The journey to my room feels like a lifetime, the noise around us a distant hum. Finally, I push open the door to my room, letting go of her hand to close and lock the door behind us.

I turn and pin her between the door and my body, my hands resting on either sides of her head, trapping her in place. My eyes rake over her, taking in the way my jersey engulfs her entirely. “Looks like you were having a good time out there,” I murmur, my voice low and strained.

She shivers. “Jealous?” she raises an eyebrow, her voice coming out a little breathless.

I smack her ass and pull her closer to me. My hand slides under her skirt. My eyes widen when I am met with smooth, slick skin. I squeeze her ass and she gasps. “No panties in public, Firecracker?” My eyes darken, and I lean in to whisper, “You have been pushing my limits tonight, baby.” I nibble at her neckline, and a needy moan escapes her lips.

“So…” She breathes, her voice barely above a whisper, teasing. “What are you going to do about it, captain?”

I grip her thighs, lifting her and carrying her across the room. Her eyes widen as she sees herself in the mirror. I smirk. “I think it’s time I remind you who you belong to,” I murmur.

“As much as I like you in my jersey—” I kiss her nape.“---I would like it better on the floor right now.” Anya’s breath hitches as she gazes into the mirror, her eyes meeting mine through the reflection. I smirk, enjoying the way her body responds to me.

Slowly, I slide my hands under the hem of the jersey, my fingers brushing against her warm skin. She shudders under my touch. Her eyes darken as I lift the fabric higher and take it off swiftly, leaving her bare except for her pink bra.

I unhook the bra, the straps falling down her shoulders. It slides down smoothly, exposing her breasts. My hands are on her instantly, my fingers grazing over her nipples, pinching them. She gasps softly and her head falls back on my shoulder. She squirms against me, her breathing growing heavy.

I can feel her pulse quickening under my touch. My fingers move lower, brushing over her stomach before gripping her hips tightly, pulling her back against me. “Tell me,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. “Who do you belong to?”

She gasps, her body trembling slightly. “Only you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible but filled with need.

“Good.” My voice is dark with satisfaction, my hand sliding down her thigh, gripping her soft skin possessively. “Because you’re mine, Anya. Every inch of you.”

I unzip my jeans slowly, my eyes locking onto hers as I give a quiet command, "Stay right here." I rush to the bathroom, urgency building inside me. My hands fumble for the condom, and I quickly prepare myself, heart pounding. As I return to her, I can’t help but stroke myself once, the need growing stronger. I step back to her, pausing just as the tip of me brushes against her, the heat between us almost unbearable.

“Take my dick like a good girl, okay?” I push her against the mirror, bending her slightly to get a good view of her pussy. Her nipples harden with the contact of the cold mirror. “So wet for me aren’t you, Firecracker?” I hold her hair in one hand, and my other wraps around her neck as I slide partially into her. I kiss her shoulder blade, slamming into her warm, pulsating pussy. She yelps.

I can feel her body tremble with pleasure as she takes me. I lean forward to whisper into her ear, my breath hot against her skin, “You like that, don’t you, baby?” I murmur, my voice rough and raspy. “You like watching your boyfriend fuck you, don’t you, Firecracker?”

She moans loudly in approval and I increase my rhythm. “Only I can touch you like this, baby. Only me. Do you understand?” I murmur darkly as I nibble on her throat, biting it gently.

“Daniel!” she screams at the top of her lungs. I fuck her harder, squeezing her ass. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the room. I look at her tits bouncing so perfectly as I pound her against the mirror.

“You’re a goddess, Anya,” I pant. “And you are mine to worship.” I slip a hand between us, massaging her clit. She tightens and pulsates around me, finding her release as she screams my name again.

I continue to thrust into her, adding a finger. She mewls. Her lips part, and she bites it, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she shudders beneath me. “You feel so fucking good, Firecracker,” I grunt.

“Daniel,” she screams again as she comes for the second time tonight.

I slam into her sloppily now, my hands grabbing her tits for support as I fuck her. I groan as my abdomen tightens. I thrust into her one last time, growling, my climax rolling over me with a final thrust.

I collapse against her, both of us panting heavily, the heat of the moment still pulsing between us. Anya leans her head back against my shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she tries to catch her breath. I can feel her heart racing, and it matches the frantic rhythm of my own.

“Did I break you?” I tease, a lazy smirk spreading across my face as I gently brush a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead.

“Not yet,” she replies.

I frown. “No? But seriously, was I too rough?” I kiss her cheek.

“Shut up. Don’t ruin this.” She rolls her eyes. “You were incredible.” She blushes.

I chuckle. “I didn’t know you like to be railed hard. Will keep that in mind.” I wink.

Anya nudges me playfully, her blush deepening. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me, and I groan. “I am going to take care of you.” I kiss her forehead gently as I lay her down on the bed. “And then I am going to feed you. You’re definitely hungry, aren’t you?” I murmur, smiling at her softly. She grins and nods at me. Wrapping her arms around me, she nuzzles closer to me.

“I am yours, captain.” She kisses my shirt and looks up at me. “You do not need to be jealous of anyone.” She smirks. “But if this is how I get treated, I don’t mind some healthy jealousy.”

I press my lips on hers, softly kissing her. She moans into the kiss. “Don’t do that.” She giggles.

I press a kiss to her hair. “Siya wanted to leave. I wanted to go with her, but she insisted I stay.” She smiles slyly. “I met him at the door while I was coming back. I went to see her off.” She rubs circles over my t-shirt. “He was just saying he is happy we got together,” she says. “He said—” She chuckles.“---the moment you barged in on that date and behaved like a mannerless caveman, he knew we were going to be together.” She smiles. “Although he did say that if we ever break up, he will gladly date me.” She smirks.

“That’s not a possibility.” I clench my jaw. “We are endgame.”

Her eyes soften. “Good to know we are on the same page, captain,” she says, pecking my nose.

I intertwine our fingers. “Anya,” I say silently, my eyes closing in contentment. “I got scouted by the Philadelphia 76ers.”

She gasps. “Are you serious?” I open my eyes. She’s sitting up now, her eyes sparkling. She looks ethereal and stunned. I chuckle.

“Yes, very serious.” I squish her face. She throws her arms around me.

“I am so happy for you.” She squeals. I hug her back, running my hand over her soft back. “I am so proud of you.” She presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, her expression so painfully soft. Today is really the best day ever.

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