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“You keep stuff in your shoe?” he looks puzzled.
“Not normally,” I giggle, “Usually I put it in my bra but…” Damn, Here I am trying to be cool, and I’ve just admitted that I was preempting him groping my tits, so had left out any extra baggage in my bra.
“Thank fuck for that,” Mars launches the trainer over his back. My leggings, now free from my legs, quickly follow and then he’s hooking my leg over his shoulder. “For a minute, I thought you were going to stop me from doing this,” His mouth is on my pussy, sucking at me through the sheer fabric. “Nice panties, but so not sorry,” he growls as he grabs the fabric, and tears it with his hands, “I need you bare to me.”
“Oh, bugger,” I squeal out when he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue.
The next second, he’s got both my legs over his shoulders and a firm grip on my arse, taking my full weight while somehow getting off his knees and coming up to his full height. I hold on tight to his shoulders, my upper body arched so I don’t hit the ceiling, and he carries me across the room to the large fabric couch. But instead of sitting on it, he sits on the floor, his head tilted back against the seat cushion, his mouth still sucking and licking on my pussy. My knees hit the edge of the couch seat. With one strong hand, fingers sinking into the flesh of my bum, he holds me there. With his other, he takes mine, placing it onto the back of the seating, giving me that extra support and balance. “I need to taste you deep inside, feel your sweet, warm flesh against my tongue.” His grip on my bum brings me even closer to his face, the tilt of his head giving him the perfect angle so he can spear me deeply with his tongue while still managing to breathe.
I’m literally riding his face, my hips rock against him as he gives me a full-on tongue fucking.
He no longer has to keep me firmly in place because, quite frankly, I ain’t going nowhere, his hands are all over my arse, but this time he’s kneading, caressing, with his huge palms. Out of nowhere, he draws back his hand and slaps my cheek at the same time as he withdraws his tongue, and presses it hard against my already swollen clit. I shriek out in surprise, and when he laughs the vibration against my pussy lips sparks all sorts of delicious sensations that shoot to my core.
Another quick smack in the very same spot, the tips of his fingers slip between my pussy lips and run the length from clit to puckered hole. “Let me here?” his deep and pleading voice, as if desperate to go that one step further, vibrates against my swollen bud. “Let me finger you here, make you come so hard that you’ll never forget me again.”
“Mars?” I say hesitantly. Only once before have I let someone play with my arse like that, and let’s just say, he was far too eager and didn’t take the time to get me all riled up first. It was a disaster. A very painful disaster, and one I didn’t want to repeat. Although, Mars has got me so wet, so bloody horny, that the thought of it makes me almost crave his further exploration. “Yes,” I hum. “Yes, Mars. I need to come so bad…”
“You beautiful, sexy, dirty girl,” he growls, grabbing my hips and moving me down his body until I’m sat on his upper thigh. The outline of how hard he is for me is clearly visible under the fabric of his jeans. “I need to be inside you, and I want no barrier, I want to take you bare. I swear to you I’m clean. Are you…?”
“Yeah, I’m good, I’m on birth control.”
“Then take my cock out.” I don’t hesitate, popping the button at the waistband, releasing the zip until I can see the tempting line of hair that leads to where I’m heading. Sliding my hand beneath the fabric, I release his hard erection fully before curling my fingers around it. The skin of the head of his cock is so silky yet hot, The shaft, hard as rock. The vein underneath stands proud all the way to a perfectly sized pair of balls. He’s certainly not lacking in length, girth or the nut sack department. With one hand holding him firmly, and with his help, I push the top of his pants down his hips to his thighs, where I lift myself up and reposition myself until the swollen head of his cock is pushing against the entrance of my pussy. I don’t rush it, but I don’t fuck about torturing him either. I drop down onto him, a sob at the feeling of fullness escapes my open lips.
“Oh… yes,” Mars cries with a gasp at the sensations coursing through his body from the feel of being fully seated inside me. “God, you feel so good, so tight, you’re so fucking perfect.” His arms reach around me, one hand snaking between my arse cheeks, down to my pussy where he must be able to feel his shaft as it glides in and out of me. His fingers, now slick from the wetness there, move back towards my arse hole, working it around, dipping the very tip into my puckered hole. When his fingers push in a little further, I feel the burn, but with a gentleness, he works his way further inside me, and the pain very quickly becomes something totally different, making me wonder how it would feel if it was his cock there. Making me realise it’s something I’m definitely up for exploring.
With his finger in my arse, his cock sliding in and out so deep, our bodies clash together as we seek a deeper penetration. It’s not long before I’m panting, heart racing and my vision becomes blurry as I start to shake, hurtling towards my orgasm. A scream of pleasure bursts from my lips when it hits, and I slump forward over Mars, unable to keep myself upright. Mars doesn’t let up. With a quick flip, I’m on my back, Mars gripping my hips with his firm hands as he continues to power into me, seeking his release. When I see that he’s so close, still a little dazed, I reach a hand up to him, pulling him down to me and place my lips on his perfect mouth. When he takes my kiss with equal eagerness, I suck his lip into my mouth and bite.
The growl that bursts from deep within him, as his body pulses with desire, is purely carnal. Perfection all wrapped into one hot and enticing fine piece of arse, and despite only just reconnecting, the way he’s looking at me through deep, dark and lust-fueled eyes, tells me that this is more than sex or trying to catch up on the last few years that were not meant to be. This is something so much more. Much more than those fledgling feelings that we first encountered at a cheap hotel in Sheffield.
As if to prove a point, Mars kisses me with so much fiery passion that I’m left breathless and wanting more. And from the words and promises that Mars whispers to me as he places tiny kisses across my skin, I know it’s going to be a long night.
A very long, heated and beautifully exhausting night.
CHAPTER30
The trip back to Billings had gone as planned. Both Mars and I kept a respectable distance from each other, but not without intermittently heated glances.
Mars has been turning up to every counselling session that he’s been rostered to attend, but as yet, we haven’t got past flicking the lock on the door and taking advantage of the privacy. On one occasion, when he’d turned up stressed after a heated difference of opinion discussion with the defence coach, I convinced Mars to let me give him a deep muscle massage. The plan was to alleviate his stress. Mars had other ideas on how he could do that, and quickly it turned out that it was me laid out on the table on my back while he pounded into me. We both got our stress well and truly released that day.
But enough is enough. This can’t continue.
However much the sex is mind-blowingly good, the session we have scheduled for the actual therapy is what we need to be focused on, and that alone. It’s not like we don’t see each other away from club grounds. Most nights we spend together, we eat, and we chill watching re-runs of classic NFL games. Most of the time, it’s at my condo, but when we have full free days, we steal away somewhere there’s less chance of us being seen together, then usually end up back at his stunning four bed home a few miles out of town. The evenings inevitably end with incredible sex, sometimes a little rough, but in the best possible way. Other times he makes slow, passionate love to me that ignites so much emotion that we end up clinging to each other, blown away by the crazy connection between us that only seems to intensify. In the early hours of the morning, we slip back to our respective homes, only to arrive at work with our mask firmly in place, totally apathetic towards one another in front of the players, and our work colleagues.
So last night, I played the no sex card. Unless Mars promised that when he turned up for his session today, number bloody nine might I add, and nearly four weeks since I arrived here, he would take it seriously. Otherwise, my body was out of bounds. After some consideration, he’d agreed.
It’s time to get to the bottom of Mars’ behaviour, despite there being nothing new in the press recently. Which if there were, it would definitely be fake or old news. I have access to his schedule and know when he has training, meetings and when he gets his downtime. All his free time that he does get, he spends with me. So, I’m one hundred percent sure that I’m the only girl he’s been fooling around with, and so far, we’ve managed to avoid any media attention.
Sat ready in my office, I wait for Mars to arrive. Everything is set up exactly as it was on the second attempt on that first day, after the ice bath fiasco. His file is open resting in my lap, my recording device is on the small table in front of me, along with a jug of iced water and two glasses.
A firm rap of knuckles on the door has me lifting my head and calling out for him to come in. The door swings open, and I inhale sharply.
Mars is every bit the strong, hard-hitting NFL player when he’s wearing his football kit, he makes my temperature rise, but when he’s dressed as he is now. I never thought I’d say this but, he’s way hotter than Hardy. More captivating than Cavill, and a damn site dirtier than Dornan, which by his whispered promises in the heat of the moment, I can attest to.
Beckham, back off beautiful. There’s a new sports sex god in town, and his balls are diamond-encrusted platinum.
What is it about men in sweatpants? Grey is good, but holy fuck, the black pair he’s wearing low on his hips are doing all sorts of naughty things to my lady bits, and with the tight, white, ab-hugging t-shirt he’s added, he is smoking hot. I’m sure he’s dressed like this intentionally, hoping I’ll be the one breaking the no-sex agreement.
“Come sit, Marshall.” I gesticulate with my hand to the seating available opposite me. Mars bypasses the armchair, this time picking the more comfortable options of the couch.
