Page 7 of Anyone But the Superstar

Raising my hands up like a criminal surrendering their weapon, I play back our time together, wondering if I misread the signs. ‘No pressure if you want to stop.’ It takes all my acting skills to say that in a neutral, non-pleading tone. My raging hard-on a dead giveaway to my lies.

She rolls her eyes with a huff. ‘Relax, Johnny-boy, I’m just throwing a flag on the play.’ Up on her knees, she shoves me on my back with two hands.

My dick, happy to still be in the game, ignores the hard bounce. ‘Unnecessary roughness?’

Head back, Anne’s laugh is carefree. ‘Nah. It’s just my turn to take the field.’ She climbs on top of me, the sight of her wet pussy as she throws her leg over nearly causing Felix junior to false start. ‘I’ve never gotten to do this before.’

I blanche. ‘You’re a virgin?’

She drops a chin and levels me a look. ‘No. Definitely not arookie.’ Glancing at the remaining three condoms in a strip by the edge of the bed, she plucks the partially rolled one off me. ‘Just a quarterback who never got to call the shots before.’

I don’t have time to translate what that means before she grabs my hard-on, pumping it up and down and licking her lips before kicking my legs open with her feet and settling between them.

‘Here’s the play.’ One brow arches as she pumps her hand. ‘You talk dirty to me in—’ she tilts her head as if thinking ‘—whatever the hell language you spoke before.’

I bite my lip to concentrate on something other than how good her palm feels sliding up and down. ‘Portuguese.’ My voice nearly cracks.

‘Yeah, that.’ Her dimple pops with her next pump. ‘And you can move my hair out of the way if you want a better view.’ Her hand pauses at the top and squeezes.

‘Fuck me.’

She smirks. ‘Later.’ Eyes on mine, she gives me another pump. ‘But if you push my head down and make me gag, the only thing I’ll be throwing won’t be a flag, but you out of the hotel room.’ She tilts her head to the side, blonde hair falling over one shoulder, the ends teasing the nipple I just sucked, a sexy, wicked smile playing on her lips. ‘Got it, Johnny-boy?’

Going full method actor on her, I tip an imaginary cowboy hat. ‘Yes, ma’am.’

Liz

Everything’s bigger in Texas.

That’s my first thought when I stretch my mouth wideenough to suck on Johnny-boy’s dick without scraping it with my teeth. My second isugh. The latex tang from where the condom had been isnotpleasant.

But when I flatten my tongue and drag it up the underside of his dick and John’s ass clenches with a groan, the ache in my jaw and the tang of rubber seems worth it.

Which, as someone who has never once enjoyed giving head, makes me think that maybe I should take tonight as a good omen. A sign that a fun, no strings attached night is exactly what I needed before putting the stop-avoiding-reality-and-meet-your-half-sister plan into action.

‘Tão bom.’ He shifts under me, his well-defined abs flexing with the movement. ‘Você se sente tão bem.’

John has been full of surprises since I sat beside him at the bar. The largest one being in my mouth. Others like his insanely defined body and his award-winning oral skills will also be immortalized in today’s gratitude journal entry.

Bending his knees, John’s legs tense as he murmurs in a language I can’t understand, adding to the enjoyment of a job I’d always found arduous. Maybe it’s because, for once, I have no fucks to give about his feelings, not sense of guilt of behaving like anything less than a lady, no worries about what tomorrow may bring.

Or maybe it’s because even as I use my thumb and pointer finger to create a ring vice around his dick as I bob up and down, I take note of his fingers digging into the sheets and I know he’s making every effort to respect the boundaries I laid out. Something even my past boyfriends failed to do, thinking I was too nice to stay mad, that I’d forgive them since it was easier than causing a fuss.

Annoyingly, I was and did.

So maybe my problem lately isn’t that I’m ignoring myfeelings, but rather that I’m stuck in them. Letting them control my actions rather than guide them.

My brother Chase always did say I was too much of a pushover when it came to the people I cared about.

Ew. Stop thinking about your brother, Liz. Gross.

Refocusing, I pause at the top to suck harder, the deep pull making John’s ass lift off the bed. Dropping only when I release him with a pop.

‘Você está me deixando louco.’ John’s voice, caressing my ears like a kiss, sends shivers down my spine.

I want to ask how he knows Portuguese but now isn’t the time. It isn’t even the night, or the guy. That’s not why John and I are here. We’re here to practice.

As if reading my thoughts, John’s dick swells when I circle my tongue at the tip. Relaxing my jaw even more, I get to work.

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