Page 80 of Empty Net

“Because, Lilah, your cunt is wrapped around me like a vise, and if I move, I’m going to come.” Her breath stutters in my ear, and I pull back, looking down at her. “Is that what you want? You want me to fill you up, sugar?”

“God, yes,” she says as I rock into her lightly. “Fill me, Arthur. Fuck me hard and fill me with your cum.”

So, I do. I pull out until just the tip of my cock sits inside her, then I slam in again. Over and over, fucking her hard and fast with no remorse until her nails are digging into my back and she’s arching into me, screaming my name in my ear.

“Come,” she demands. “Come with me.”

I thrust into her again and again, and then I’m doing just as I promised—I fill her up until I can feel myself leaking out ofher. I don’t know what drives me to do it. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment or something else animalistic inside of me, but I pull out of her and replace my cock with my fingers, pushing all that cum back inside her, wanting to know that while I’m in net tonight, she’s sitting at home with a bit of me inside her.

I pull my cum-soaked fingers from her, taking them right to her mouth. She opens willingly, tasting the two of us together, moaning around my digits with appreciation. She giggles when she feels my cock twitch against her leg.

“Ready again so soon?” she asks, her tongue teasing me still.

I slide my eyes to hers. “I just watched you eat my cum off my fingers. Yes, I am definitely ready again.”

Another laugh as she pulls me down for a kiss, and I let her because I need to kiss her again. We stay like that for a long while, our mouths moving together until the last minute when I absolutely have to move or else I’m going to be late to the game.

“So much for a nap,” she says as I pull away, somehow knowing what’s coming next.

“Maybe it’s for the best. I wasn’t playing the greatest before. This could be a new tradition.”

“I’ve always wanted to be someone’s good luck charm.”

“You can be mine, Lilah.”

I kiss her again, then push off her, tucking my cock back into my pants. I pull her up, then make my way to her adjoining bathroom, where I wash up the best I can.

“Hey, Fox?” she calls, and I peek my head back into the room.

She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, her dress still undone, her tits visible through the lace of her bra. Her hair is a complete mess, and if I look close enough, I can see the spots where I nipped at her neck as I fucked her. Is it wrong for me to want those marks to stay?

“Yes?” I say.

“How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“How did you know I like…” She exhales heavily. “That I like being in control?”

I don’t know how I knew. Maybe it was just intuition. Maybe it was something else along the way. Or maybe it was evenmewanting to give up that control. Either way, I had a gut feeling it was something we both needed.

I use the towel hanging near the door to dry my hands, then pad back out to her, stopping at her feet. I tip her head back until she’s peering up at me.

“I don’t know. But you like it, right?”

It takes her a moment, but she nods. “I do. Do you?”

“I do.” Her shoulders relax at my affirmation. “And that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

She nods again, pushing her shoulders back, that confidence of hers that I admire so much coming back full force. “Yes, that’s all that matters.”

I kiss her again, this time keeping it brief, and she walks me to her door with a promise of watching my game. Not until I’m tucked inside the elevator do I realize just how well and truly fucked I am.

Because this thing with Lilah? It’s starting to feel less and less fake, and damn if that doesn’t scare me.

“Well fucking well.”

I groan inwardly as I step into the locker room about twenty minutes behind my usual arrival time, something I’d gladly do again if it meant feeling Lilah come apart beneath me like she did. As I expected, Lawson, Hayes, Keller, Hutch, and Locke are all standing in a circle near my stall.

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