Page 4 of Players Love Hard
My entire body comes alive with each flick of his tongue, the heat from his kisses stirring a fire inside me. I want him to keep touching me. I need him to touch me. We’ve waited too long for this kiss. Three years of pent-up sexual tension have manifested into intense greed.
I climb onto his lap without breaking the kiss, and now my hands are all over his perfectly sculpted body. His stomach is rock hard, and I can feel the well-defined ridges of his abs even over the front of his shirt. He grunts when I rock my hips, my panties now soaked as I rub against his erection. I’m so turned on that I feel like a cat in heat, ready to pounce.
Too many sexless months and years of waiting for Jamie to make his move have turned me into a raving lunatic. It doesn’t help that he’s an incredible kisser. Maybe the best I’ve kissed so far.
Jamie runs his hand over the front of my dress, feeling my painfully stiff nipples over the thin black fabric. I moan against his lips, and he growls in response. His fingers are in my hair, one hand still cupping my breast. As I press my palms down on his shoulders and rock my hips, he slides down the top of my dress just enough for his hand to fit inside. Lucky for him, a bra didn’t go with this dress. He pinches my nipple, ripping another moan from my lips.
My dress rides up my thighs, now bunched around my hips. Jamie peels his lips from mine for a second, now noticing how much skin I’m baring to him. His eyes rake over my bare thighs before he looks at me.
“Why did I wait so long?” His voice is a whisper, his lips swollen and wet from our kiss.
“Because you overthink everything,” I say, bending forward to nibble on his ear.
He hisses, his hands moving to my ass. “My God, Shan. You’re killing me.”
“And you me,” I whisper. “But there’s no way I’m having sex with you out here.”
He chuckles. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Sure feels like you want to,” I say, rubbing my hand over his jeans.
“Oh, I want to. Just not like this. I would never do that to you.” He strokes my cheek with his thumb and then slides a strand of hair behind my ear. “We should hang out sometime. Outside of this house.”
“You could meet me for coffee tomorrow.” I peek at the watch on my wrist to confirm the time. “Well, I guess it technically is tomorrow already. I go to Broad Street Beans for Sunday breakfast if you want to come.”
He stares at me far longer than expected, thinking over my proposal. “Like a date?”
“No, not really. Just two friends who like to kiss and grab coffee together. Nothing wrong with that.”
I try to play it cool. Guys hate when girls are too pushy or overly assertive, and I don’t want to freak him out.
“Yeah, I can do that.” He smiles. “What time?”
“I usually head over around ten so I can sleep in. I can stop by your house on my way…”
“Count me in,” he says before he kisses me again.
Chapter Three
Jamie
Standing next to Preston, I stare in horror at the computer screen. Trent is sitting in front of the desk in the room he shares with Tucker, his hand covering the mouse, scrolling down the webpage. Tucker’s face scrunches in anger as he reads Dethroned—a new gossip blog targeting our team—over Trent’s shoulder.
A girl who calls herself The Queen has pictures of each of us with random girls on her website. Tucker is half naked in most of them and never without a beer in hand. Preston looks trashed. Drake has his hand down his pants in one, most likely whipping out his dick. Sick fucker does that all the time, and he’s proud of it. Trent has his face shoved between some girl’s tits in one picture.
None of us look good right now. Though, of us all, I look the best. At least, I’m fully clothed and not completely shitfaced. I’m speechless as I read the blog post.
Dethroned
October Edition
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I wonder what the NCAA would say about hot shot hockey stud, Tucker Kane, pounding beers and eating mystery brownies at the Delta Sig house on Saturday. Are those pot brownies, Tucker? Only a drug test will tell…
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XO,
