Page 71 of Stutter

Riordan, yeah sure.

But Chase?

I almost gag.

Feeling me squirm, Jonas squeezes my hip again, murmuring that it’s okay. He starts feeding me instead, telling me how he wants to eat strawberries out of my pussy, and I squirm in my seat for an entirely different reason. We’re going to have to make that happen somehow. Soon, the rugby and soccer coaches join Sutton on the stage and they’re handing out awards. Applause is rounded, quieted, raised again, and so on and so forth. I don’t remember these banquets being so boring when Axel was younger but then again, I had friends. I would sit with them, and we would gossip and talk about who was dating who, who was caught fucking who, etcetera.

Fuck I miss Brina.

After a good hour, the time has come, and the lights dim down once more before brightening and the room hushes once again. I can feel Jonas trembling beside me, anxious as his mother Facetimes Mr. Anderson so he can watch his son win the award, even though it’s only a nomination and not set in stone. But when the envelope opensand Coach Sutton calls out Jonas’ name, the applause is thunderous.

My heart leaps with pride as he stands, buttoning up his jacket, grinning so wide his dimples pop. Coach hands him the large Yellow Jacket Trophy as the crowd quiets down and Jonas clears his throat then begins to speak.

“First of all, a farewell to both Chase and Riordan. Chase… you were many things. But your love for the game was also an inspiration to me and your brother. My best friend, Riordan. We didn’t always get along, but we always had the game, and for that, I do thank you.

“Next, I would like to thank my mother, for always pushing me to do my best, and if she thought it wasn’t my best, for pushing me to try it again. I could give a sob story, I could give so many reasons why a man like me shouldn’t or couldn’t be up here right now accepting this award but in all honesty, I will say, I wouldn’t and couldn’t have done this without love.

“Love from my parents, love for the game, and love, from my beautiful, soon-to-be wife, Raven. For also always pushing me to do better. For waking me up on days when it was hard, when my alarm would go off and you’d make sure I got out of bed when I didn’t want to. For making me buckle down and study and making it fun. For being there, even in your resilient silence and helping the rest of the world outside of our bubble quiet down as well. You have made me a better man, a better friend, and a better player by allowing me to be myself and simply loving me as I am. I adore you.”

The women in the crowd ‘aww’and Elena reaches over to grab my hand, Simon watching our every move.

“To the rest of my teammates, I know it’s been a wild year. We’ve had more downs than ups, winning by the jerseys on our backs but we’ve made it. River has stepped up amazingly as QB, Jacobson as RB, and I know, with this team, this coach, your undying support and loyalty, we’ll be making it to nationals come February.”

The room goes crazy with applause as he steps down and returns to me with open arms.

Elena hands him the phone so he can say hello to his father. When he’s done, he leans down to kiss his mother goodbye and takes me by the hand. I barely get to wave goodbye to her before I’m lead out of the dining hall and then the coat closet to grab our things as valet grabs the Audi.

I hear footsteps behind us and see Harrington and Archer quickly striding to us, “Is everything okay?” Damon asks.

“What? Yeah. I’m just done being around those pretentious assholes. I’m ready to go home and eat my girl’s pussy from the back.”

Christ.

Oh great. I’m wet.

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Jonas has me exactly where he wants me – fucking into me from behind in front of the bathroom mirror. I didn’t even get to take off my dress that’s bunched up around my hips or my makeup that’s absolutely trashed now. My eyes are on his face, contorted in pure blissful torment, teeth gritted together when he pulls me by the hair, my back to his chest and he reaches over, fingers on my clit when he sneers.

“Did you hear Simon tonight, baby?”

Who?

“He’s allergic to strawberries.”

Oh… Simon.

Jonas pounds into me harder, the items on the counter falling and clattering down into the sink. “Fuck this pussy is so goddamn good. You looked so pretty tonight. I couldn’t wait to get you home and watch you come for me.”

“Jonas!” I cry out, taking every thrust with a gasp, fighting to keep my eyes open and on him as my climax peaks, driving me off a ledge suddenly with a stifled gasp. He rips the front of my dress open, crystals skittering everywhere then goes right back to rubbing my clit with one hand while the other palms my breast. He looks so fucking large and so masculine behind me.

“That’s it baby, eyes on me when youcome for me. So fucking pretty when you come for me. Oh fuck, say it, baby. It drives me so fucking crazy when you say it… please, baby.” He groans like it hurts him to hold back from filling me up, pounding into me so hard the veins in his forearms pop, every delectable muscle I can see flexes. “Say it baby, I need to come for you. It’s all I think about, all day.”

“I love you.”

He looks like a fucking god when his head tilts back, narrowed eyes still on mine, and he comes, shoving every thick, delicious inch into my pussy I cry out, feeling his muscular thighs shaking, dick pulsing, muscles twitching and watch his jaw clench. “Fuck yessss! Always so goddamn good. Fuck!”

He breathes, not withdrawing, staying semi-hard in me, the aftershocks of our orgasms still pulsing through us. He puts his chin on my head, keeping me in his embrace, autumn eyes hooded and dark. “I think it’s time you text your brother. Let him know we’ll be at your mom’s holiday party. I think I have an idea.”

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