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“You gonna be available for practices? I know how busy you are,” Bruce says quietly. I feel like he’s asking so much more.
I nod, not a single thought on my schedule at the office. “I’ll make it work. I want—”
He cuts me off, stepping closer and moving into my space. Every cell in my body is aware of how little air separates us as each inch of my skin yearns for his touch. He folds his shoulders in, cocooning me against the August night, and his lips softly brush over the shell of my ear.
“Tell me, Al. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen. I’ll do it.” His breath shudders, and though he dwarfs me, I feel powerful and in charge with him. My eyes slip shut and my palms find his chest, feeling the hushed rise and fall that belie his outward calm.
He’s waiting for a signal from me. One I contemplate giving.
It would be okay. Nobody would blame me. There’s so much fire between us, and I know firsthand how amazing he is. I bet he’s only gotten better with time.
But even as I know that in the moment, it would be so good, devastatingly good, later, I’d feel conflicted about it.
The pause drags out long enough that Bruce reads my messed-up, confused mind. His fingers weave into my hair, holding me still as he lays a butterfly soft kiss to my cheek. “Goodnight, Al.”
He steps away, leaving me cold even though it’s still humid and hot tonight. I don’t find my tongue to say anything before he disappears into the parking lot. His truck is loud, breaking my trance as he pulls out.
What have I done?
Chapter 13
Bruce
I don’t have time for this, but I don’t have time to not do it, either. I need to leave for practice in exactly thirteen minutes, but if I go without relieving some of this pressure, my cock is going to explode as soon as Allyson walks up.
Once again, I’m stuck in that strange combination of pissed off and turned on that seems to be my new normal where she’s concerned.
I shuck my jeans, dirty from the day’s work in the field, and swipe a fresh towel out of the linen closet before hitting the shower. The hot water runs over my body, but instead of the quick efficiency of my usual five-minute wash and rinse, I grab the soap to get to work.
I try to fight the images of her, bringing up material from my own personal mental spank bank. But her face keeps super-imposing with a little sassy smirk that says she knows what I really want.
“Fuck it,” I say to the tile wall, knowing I need to just get this shit over with.
My hand morphs into hers as I imagine her kneeling in front of me.
“Fuck my mouth, Bruce,” Allyson says.
With a groan, I close my eyes and tighten my fist, imagining slipping into her wet mouth.
I hold her head, fingers woven into her blonde hair, and thrust deep. She chokes for a split second, but then her throat opens, letting me in. Her blue eyes look up at me, glossy as she eye-fucks me, begging for more.
She slurps messily, cheeks hollowed as she moans against my cock. I fuck her mouth just like she demanded, hard and fast. Her fingers slide down my thighs, nails raking the muscled skin, making my cock even harder.
Her knees spread, and she slips her palm over her clit, down to her pussy. She gathers her own juices, holding her hand up to show me how wet she is from sucking me down. “Play with that pussy, baby. Touch yourself and come for me.”
She nods, the pressure causing me to pull her hair, but she doesn’t seem to mind in the least. In fact, it seems to rile her up even more. She swallows my cock, her fingers a blur against her clit where I’m watching. If I lean just right, I can see both at the same time, and that’s sexy as hell.
“Take me, take all of me, Al. I’m gonna come down your pretty little throat. You want that?” I growl.
She whimpers hungrily.
And that does it. She comes, bucking against her fingers, and my balls pull up tight as I blow, jets of cum filling her mouth. I hold her against me, nose buried to my skin as I make little thrusts into her throat that drive us both mad. I stream cum down her throat as she gulps me down, but it’s too much and some runs down her chin, where she scoops it up with one of her honey-coated fingers, sucking it clean of both of our juices.
“Fuck,” I sigh, returning to the shower from my fantasy. A shudder works its way through my body, muscles tensing and relaxing in order from my shoulders to my calves. “What the fuck was that?”
