“I can see exactly where your sense of humour comes from and don’t even try to deny it.”
Leaning into him I wrapped my arm around his torso and grinned into his chest, still shaking with mirth as we recounted the best parts of dinner.
Chapter Thirty-One
Arna
Arna:I’m here. x
Andy:On my way down.
Iwaited as close to the entrance as possible as hundreds of fans bustled their way towards the gates – a chaotic flutter of red and black lining the street. It was a sea of vibrant movement as people chatted, laughed and animatedly predicted how the game would pan out. I kept my knee-length black coat pulled tight, my head down, careful to avoid recognition, but it was hard not to be swept away in the excitement of the lively crowd. Tonight was my first game alone and I already missed the comfort of Marlee on my arm, but I was excited to be here for Andy. A secluded, comfortable space with an excellent view of the field was not something I would refuse though, as it meant I was warm but still close enough to bask in the joy.
When the door swung open not even a minute later, I raced through the gap and was immediately pulled into a bare chest. Thick, familiar arms enveloped me and I tilted my head up to look into my favourite face. Deep eyes, dark lashes, sun-kissed skin and a mouth begging me for a taste.
“Missed you.” Andy growled before kissing me firmly and I felt myself relax into his arms. God, he was the cure for every single one of my aches and pains, because when I was with him, I felt nothing but lust, my brain wiped clear.
“Your game starts in thirty minutes. So, you need to stop doing that.” I protested weakly against his mouth.
“Doing what?” He said, his large, wicked grin splitting his face as he reached down and pulled me tighter against him. I moaned when I felt how hard he already was, knowing it was going to be hours before I could take advantage of that.
“I have something to show you.” I said as he kissed my neck.
“Mmm,” He droned against my skin, “And what’s that?”
I put my hands against his chest and pushed him back a little so there was space between us. I slowly undid my long coat, his eyes tracking my movements and I giggled, knowing he probably thought I was naked underneath.
When the last button was open, I shuffled the sleeves down and spun around so he could see his name boldly spread across the top of my brand new Hearts jersey.
I looked back over my shoulder, my bottom lip tucked under my teeth as I grinned, “What do you think?”
He rubbed a hand down his face slowly and when he looked from his name to my face, his pupils were very clearly dilated. I didn’t even get a chance to turn back around before he lunged forward, hoisted me up and opened the closest door. The lights were off inside the room but the glass panelled window along the top of the walls allowed a sliver of moonlight to enter, highlighting the large boardroom style desk.
I spun around, my eyes like large saucers as a small laugh bubbled out of me. Andy was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with expectancy.
“I guess that means you like my jersey?”
“Fucking love it.” He gritted. “Now, take your clothes off but leave the shirt on.” He commanded and my eyes widened further.
“Andy, you have to play in –” My protest choked in my throat as he covered the space between us easily, ripping my coat off and throwing it to the floor.
“You better hurry then.” He snapped as he undid the button of my pants and the authority in his husky tone awakened every single cell in my body. I ripped my jeans down my legs, my panties following closely behind. The click of a lock sliced through the air before a very naked Andy strode towards me, unadulterated ardour in his gaze. When he kissed me deeply and walked me back towards the table I pulsed with need. My hands raked up and down his back before squeezing his biceps. The sounds of the crowd outside were muffled only by the desperation of our heavy breaths as our hands rediscovered each other. The backs of my thighs touched the woodgrain of the large table and Andy shoved the two chairs on either side of us away. He spun me around my backside on full display.
I felt the weight of his body against my back as he leaned over me until his mouth was against my ear. His voice was soft, one hand hot against my skin as he reached around and under my jersey to palm my breast. The other hand fisted my ponytail as his body held me down firmly against the table.
“I’m going to fuck you, Arna, and I’m going to do it while you have my name across your back. But it has to be quick, so spread those legs for me and hold on.”
Holy fuck. My sexy man, who was about to run out onto a field in front of 50,000 screaming fans, was about to make my wildest dreams come true. I panted in anticipation and opened my legs, my hands placed firmly on the top of the desk in front of me.
“I’m ready, Captain.”
His hands roamed up and down the back of my legs and I felt him rubbing himself through my folds. My eyes rolled back in my head as he grabbed hold of my hips and stroked my entrance with his cock.
“I’ve never gone bare.” His voice was strained and I froze as realisation dawned on me. I was so aroused, so caught up in the intensity that I didn’t even think about a condom. I didn’t move, leaving the decision entirely with him. I wanted to feel him, truly feel him, but I wouldn’t push against something which could very well be deep-seated.
He squeezed my hips tighter, causing the slightest movement of our bodies which allowed his cock to press against my opening.
“I’m on the pill.” I panted as my nails dug into the tabletop. I trembled at the slight pressure, ready for him. Aching for him.