Page 101 of Lucky Shot
He’s not wiggling anymore. Pretty is still beneath me, his knees up and hands on my lower back, placing pressure on me so I know to keep going. And I do, centimeter by centimeter, I make a home inside his body. Our separate heats boil together until we burn at the same temperature. Our breaths mingle until I breathe in nothing but him.
Pretty’s arms wrap around me and then his legs, with his heels digging into my ass.Keep going,they tell me.Don’t stop.
I don’t stop. I don’t stop until I’m so deeply seated that all I can see are the stars shining in his eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he murmurs, his hips rolling slightly. I watch his eyes roll in response. “Demi, you’re so hard for me.”
I give him a breathless laugh and cover his mouth with mine. He doesn’t understand. I’ve been hard for him for ages. But neither of us knew it. He has a heartbeat that harmonizes with mine. This man is fucking perfection. He’s my every sleeping fantasy and waking daydream. He’s the man I’ve wished for since I was a teenager.
I’m not just hard for him. I’m completely and totally in love with him.
THIRTY
NOAH
We were up mostof the night. I’ve never had sex like this. I’m by no means a prude, even if I’ve completely taken myself out of the game over the last couple years, having found that it’s an extreme turnoff when someone wants me for superficial reasons. Easy to come by sex in college was one thing. In some ways, it almost felt like a rite of passage. We were all equally looking to explore and learn what our likes and wants were.
I wasn’t anyone there. Sure, there was some notoriety because I was an athlete at a school known for their sports department. But still. To most students on campus, I was just like them.
Everything about that changed when I signed my first professional contract at nineteen. I wasn’t a student athlete anymore; I was a professional athlete who made over a million a year. That put me on lists. It got my face on television. It made me desirable all over the place.
The first year in the pros was surreal. The attention I received was overwhelming. Sex sure as fuck was easy to come by.
But it didn’t take me long to realize that I hated everything about it. Sure, I got off. And yeah, there was something cool about fulfilling the childhood dream of having my pick of the flock when I hit it big. But I hated it. I hated the attention for all the wrong reasons.
In hindsight, I think my aversion to crowds began that first year. I think that the slow breakdown of my capacity to deal with the crowds began deteriorating steadily since the first year.
That’s when I began looking for someone. My someone. Someone who wanted me.
Again, people who wanted me were easy enough to come by. I’d made the mistake several times of thinking that they cared about any part of me when, in reality, they wanted my money. To be linked to the notoriety of my fame. They wanted to be a trophy boyfriend or use my social media presence to bolster their own.
And thus, I became a no-more-dating athlete and contemplated how I was really going to find someone who loved me.Me.Not Noah Kain, number eighteen for the Florida Manatees. But me, Noah Kain, gamer, introvert, loyal, kind of shy, wants to wear pretty dresses and lace.
I didn’t expect that person to be found in a game. And I sure as fuck didn’t expect that I’d already known him. I had no idea that being with Elixon Kipler would be the very thing I’ve been searching for over the past three years. The thing I never thought I’d find.
Someone who wanted me for me. Who only sawmeand not the image that the world sees. He didn’t need me to make a name for himself. He didn’t want me because I was pretty. It was everything inside me he wanted.
Every moment with him gets better and better. I didn’t think anything could top that first time we had sex. I’m pretty sure it was hours. Days. The way I felt almost overwhelmingly full inside. The way he held me and kissed me. So attentive. So sweet. The quiet words he murmured in my ear that were constantly adding to my shortness of breath and bringing tears to my eyes.
He held me so close, so tenderly. He moved against me as if he knew exactly what I needed at every fucking moment. Every second. Every touch and thrust and angle.
We fell asleep covered in cum, and I just didn’t care.
We woke in the night, and he took me again. This time I was on my stomach, and he wrapped his arms around me, almost trapping me beneath him as he fed me pleasure so hot that I was ready to burst into flames. I hadn’t thought it could be better than the first time, but the second time it was like he shoved me into orbit and I stayed there until I succumbed to an orgasm so intense that I forgot how to breathe.
When we wake the next morning with dried sweat and cum all over us and the bed, we laugh about it. And then look at the clock and nearly freak out. Had either of us remembered to set an alarm?
The answer to that is maybe, but since we didn’t plug our phones in last night, neither of them were on in the morning.
As much as I would have loved another fuck in the shower, there simply isn’t time. Which is probably the only reason we’re able to keep our hands off each other and wash.
My ass aches in the most delicious way. Fuck, my entire body feels like I haven’t hit the gym in ages. Then I realize I haven’t. The thought makes me wince, and I decide I will be making use of the gym in the hotel every day for the rest of our stay here.
We leave our phones plugged in and pull the ‘do not disturb’ sign into the room so someone can clean up our mess, and head for the lobby. There’s barely enough time to jog down the street to the hotel the rest of the players are staying at and catch the bus that will take us to the arena.
“Busy night?” Ethan asks, tugging on a strand of my hair.
I comb my fingers through the unruly strands that are still dripping and give him a dry look. “Yes. How was yours?”
