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He takes it all, leaning back on his haunches when he’s done and staring up at me, chocolate smeared across his lips, spit leaking down his chin.
“That was hot,” he rasps, and all I can do is nod.
“Yeah.”
“Your pants are all messy, though. I’ll buy you new ones.”
He stands up and helps me put myself back together. As much as I can be, anyway. He’s right. My pants are smeared with chocolate ice cream and cum. My shirt is untucked, and my tie is on the ground.
“Come on. Let’s get you back home so I can clean every inch of you. Then I wanna tie you up and eat your ass with some whipped cream.”
I’ve never moved so fucking fast in my entire life.
Chapter Thirteen
The next week is a whirlwind of spontaneous dates and slow fucking. Every chance we can get.
It’s addicting.
He’saddictive.
In my mind, I’ve been calling him my boyfriend. To his face, I’ve said nothing. But he has to know how I feel. My obsession grows with each minute in his presence.
Right now, I’m sitting in the bleachers during one of his games and watching him intently. I’d like to pretend I’m not completely enamored, but I can’t peel my eyes off him. I also can’t peel my eyes off the girls who fawn all over him.
But he doesn’t reciprocate. The flirting goes ignored, the smiles met with stares.
But you know what he does? He looks through the crowd until he finds me, sending a wink my way.
That gesture makes me blush and shift in my seat. No one knows what we are, what he’s come to mean to me. I’m wearing his jersey under my sweater, and I can’t wait to show him when he’s done with his game. When he’s won.
Can’t wait to show him how proud I am of him when his cock is in my ass.
“Who do you think he’s winking at?” a girl behind me asks her friend. “I bet it’s that Sarah girl, the one with the long hair. She’s so pretty.”
“Oh yeah, or maybe it’s me.”
They giggle as they make assumptions.
No one assumes it’s me. A man. The fly-half of the rugby team.
I imagine myself ripping the sweater off my shoulders and letting them see whose jersey I’m wearing. Make them gasp with shock when I run down to press a kiss to his mouth.
I don’t, though. I’m too chicken. A big old scaredy-cat.
I can’t quite make myself do it.
Not yet.
It’s one thing to come out to my family, who are accepting, but to have to come out in front of strangers, people who would judge us, is something else entirely. It’s something I’ve thought a lot about since the ice cream shop, and I know that it’s not something I’m ready for.
In time, yes, but not yet.
My eyes find Colton again, and he cocks his head at another player, swiping a hand across his jaw. The same one I want to bite and lick later tonight. The things I want to do to his skin.
His eyes flick back to the stands, and he meets my gaze.
I tug my sweater down, exposing the fabric beneath to him as the girls behind me titter. They think he’s looking at them, but he’s looking at me, at the small flash of the jersey under my sweater that I’m showing him.
