The more we have sex, the better it gets. It’s only been a little more than a month. I can’t imagine what our sex life will be like a decade from now.
“God, I missed your pussy so fucking much.” I punctuate each word with a thrust.
“Just my pussy?” Her words come out as a pant.
“Your tits too.” I smirk into her neck, kissing her shoulder. “Every damn inch of your body.”
“You complain about all those women seeing you as a sex symbol, yet you say the only thing you miss about me is my body.”
“Fuck no, I miss your massages too.”
She smacks my back, but I plunge into her, and her head rocks against the wall. “No more talking, just fuck me, Deck.”
“Gladly.”
And I do. I thrust and whisper only praise for her body. The way her pussy is meant to take my cock. How wet she gets for me. How many times I beat off during this away series was probably a record.
“I’m gonna come.” Her body tightens in my hands. Pen’s feet dig into my ass, and I push her harder against the wall, needing the leverage. “Deck, right there. I can’t… I need… oh damn… you’re too good at this…”
She has this adorable tendency to go on and on as she comes, and it only makes me grow harder inside her.
A strangled moan erupts out of her, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades.
Once I’m positive she’s come, I push into her again. She doesn’t slow, clenching around my length, and I come right after her with a mumbled curse.
I hold her weight, leaning into her as we come down and catch our breath.
Eventually, I lower her to the floor and make sure she’s steady on her feet. She heads to the bathroom, and I follow her. We’re already over the whole “let me clean up and then you clean up” thing. We clean up at the same time, and I fucking love the normalcy of that.
“You know if you take Hazel to this Dugout Social Club pet adoption thing, you’re coming home with a dog, right?” I tell her as she pees. I use my towel from earlier when we fucked in the shower to clean up.
Hazel is at camp now that school’s been over for a month, so as soon as she left, I came over. I’m kind of done with sneaking around behind Hazel’s back. We do so much stuff as a threesome, but we’ve yet to tell her we’re officially together.
“No. She’ll just love to pet and play with them.” She comes over and washes her hands.
I lean along the counter and soak her in. I love her naked. My dick twitches, but we don’t have time for another round. We’ve been at each other all day. Got one errand crossed off before we came home and fucked again. This is what happens after an away series, and I’m starved for her. Now we’re done for the day because Hazel is due home.
“Have you not seen the fridge?”
She laughs and goes into her bedroom so she can put on her clothes. “She knows we can’t get a dog until we get this place fixed up. It wouldn’t be fair to the dog.”
I follow her into the bedroom and grab my boxers and shorts. “If you say so.”
“I do, and I’m her mother, so I have the final say.”
“Says the woman who was ready to jump on stage at the talent show and swarm her in a hug. Big talker.”
She laughs, knowing I’m right.
I grab my shirt and throw it over my head. I’m about to tell her how I hate when she’s covered in clothes and sweet-talk her into letting me stay here tonight—so I can sneak into her bed after Hazel goes to sleep—when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I pull it out, seeing Jagger’s name. I show her the screen, and she rises on her tiptoes, giving me a quick kiss. “You take it. I’ll go get her.”
I open my mouth to argue, but we’re past mid-season now and still the Colts haven’t made a move, despite my performance being great and the groundswell of support that Instagram account has gained to try to save me.
The businesses around town are all making up different sandwiches and drinks with punny names to try to keep me. It’s great, and I’ve never been more honored, but it’s a blaring red flag every time I see something that reminds me I’m probably not staying here.
“Hey,” I answer.
