Page 71 of Broken Play
She loves it when I tease her and make her blush, so I say, "I'm about to show you how big."
"Is that a promise or a wish?" she asks between broken breaths.
I press her against the cold metal, and my vision blurs as my burning tip meets her hot, soaked center. I release a heavy sigh, fueled by a foreign feeling I've never had before Sutton. I'm tumbling into a place I want to call forever—a place that feels like home.
Warm and challenging.
Sweet and spicy.
Gentle and insatiable.
That's how I feel when I'm buried inside her or when we're just sitting on the couch watching a movie. We fuck standing up until she says, her voice lined with need, "Deeper... please."
I flip her around. "Bend over." She gets a glint of the unknown in her eyes.
She flattens her palms against the metal, movingher feet back and lowering her body. "No back door," she says, with little to no command in her voice. She's just as desperate as I am, but I hold back, respecting her wishes as I tease her, sliding the head of my erection through her wetness.
I start off slow, and when I push all the way in, she moans in appreciation. And that's all the self-control I have. "I love seeing my number on your back. You're a perfect ten, Sutton. Never in my life have I dreamed of someone wearing my jersey except you. Your ass shining like the full fucking moon, sucking me into your orbit. It's a fucking dream. A dream I want to keep dreaming."
"Yes, so good," she admits as her tennis bracelet clinks against the metal locker, each delicate chime syncing with the rhythm of our bodies. I'll never forget this night and the soft drum her bracelet creates.
A burst of uncontrollable energy hits me; I know I can't hold myself in check much longer. But I want her to have another orgasm, so I press my thumb against her puckered hole, not trying to enter but just to give her that last bit of pressure she needs. It works; her body starts jerking, and she reaches back with one hand, holding my thigh.
"Coming."
Damn, she sounds desperate, and that's the last thread before I unravel to the point that someone might hear the growl that rips from my chest. Cum covers her ass and spots my jersey. There's even some in her hair.
After we catch our breath, I tip her head back, kiss her, and words I've never said tumble from my mouth. "I think I love you."
With my palm pressed against the locker, I feel her body rotate slowly underneath me. Her chest inflates, her hands skid up my chest, and I feel the current flowing throughus. She arches into me, rewarding me with a deep, smoldering kiss meant to be savored. And I will.
"Sutton, no expectations. I wanted you to know how I'm feeling."
She tucks her lips together and nods. She lowers her gaze to my body. "Can I spend the night?"
Laughing, I ask, "Here?"
She gives me a playful smack on the arm. "No. I want you to hold me... all night long."
"Is that code for you wanting to have sex all night long?"
"It's code for I need to feel you next to me. If it leads to something else, then that's a bonus."
"You're always welcome at my house. I don't care who knows." I cup her cheeks and kiss each side. "Always."
She smiles, and butterflies flutter in my belly. Is that supposed to happen? It feels strange, yet like it's how it should be. She kisses my palm and then reaches down for her clothes. When she gets ready to take off my jersey, I dare her. "If you take it off, I swear I'm going to make you pay later. Just put your jersey over it."
"So possessive."
"The quicker we get dressed, the sooner we get to my house." I wiggle my brows in jest, kind of.
Motivation.
She drives to my house separately, leaves her car in one of the equipment barns, and then rides with me. The silence hums while the words I spoke in the post-sex afterglow echo—I think I love you. The words feel dangerous and true, but what if I'm just her rebound?
When we finally get through my front door, she moves through the house like she's feeling it out for the first time, vulnerable andindecisive.
"Normally, I need time to wind down after a night game, but after what happened, I'm beat. Do you want to just go to bed? Talk? Listen to music?"
