Page 81 of Strike & Score
Mads and I aren’t even at each other’s throats. Reyes hasn’t been as much of a miserable fuck lately, even with us losing so I don’t know what changed with him. Technically the Rites ended as soon as our season did, but it faded for a lot of the guys before then like it always does.
I’ll never stop fucking with Mayson, and I know she feels the same. That’s part of what makes us such a perfect match. We don’t need some hazing ritual as an excuse. It’s just us and always has been.
The clock on the game runs out, and the whole place loses it with excitement. We all lead the way, running onto the field.
I find Mayson immediately, she’s sweaty, her ponytail is messier than when the game first started. She has dirt on her uniform and skin, and it only makes her even hotter to me. I snake an arm around her from behind, pulling her into me.
“Good game, baby deer.”
She turns around with a wide smile on her face, tossing her arms around my neck, and I lift her easily into my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Can’t really call me that since I’m able to walk, or run as you clearly saw,” she teases.
“I’ll call you that forever. Just like I’ll always remember how you looked trying to walk after the first time we?—”
She cuts me off with her mouth on mine, and I let out a laugh against it before kissing her back. Neither of us care about all the people around us, what they could be thinking or will say about us. None of it matters. My girl won her championship, and she’smine.
Even better, I get to take her home, and show her just how mine she is. All night. And maybe I can even convince her to stay in bed all day tomorrow. Or for the next week.
We break apart and Mayson wiggles in my arms. “Put me down, I’m a mess.”
I grunt my refusal. “You know I like it when you’re a mess.”
“You like when I’m a mess fromyou.”
“You’re wrong. I love when you’re a mess from me. But also I just love you.”
She smiles, and it’s almost giddy. “I love you too.” I kiss her again, fully intending to take her out of here while she stays wrapped around me, but as I start to walk away, she fights in my arms. “Don’t try to kidnap me yet.”
“Why not?” I complain.
“Because we just won the championship and you have to share me.”
“I’ll never share you,” I growl.
“Tonight you will, at least for a little bit.” She manages to get down, but I keep her held against me. “After we get back home I’ll make sure to make it all worth it.”
“I know you will.” I kiss her again, and then let her pull me into the crowd of people. I don’t stray far from her, always having a hand on her in some way as the team celebrates.
Even as the celebration moves to our house, I don’t get mad that we don’t have alone time because I get to touch her all night. And she’ll pay for making me wait. She always does.
The next morningI wake up the best way I’ve ever experienced. My cock enveloped in the tightest, wettest, warmest place I’ve ever felt. Mayson’s hands are planted on my chest as she liftsup and drops back down. I grip her hips as I start to open my eyes to see the glorious view.
Andfuckis it glorious.
She’s naked, her perfect tits bouncing every time she impales herself on my cock. She throws her head back, her long dark hair falls down her back, and I want to wrap it around my fist so bad. But I also don’t want to move and lose this sight.
“Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up, could you?” I groan, digging my fingers into her hips.
“Your dick was awake enough for me,” she gasps, lifting up and dropping back down again.
“It always is,” I grind out, needing to control her pace a little longer or I’m going to come way sooner than either of us would like. “You woke up needy and desperate for me?”
“Mhm,” she hums, grinding herself so her clit rubs against my pelvis in a way that drives her crazy.
“Fuck yeah, babe. You going to make yourself come like this?”
“Yes, I’m close. I need more,” she whines.
