She sat down in the seat, eyes fixated on my length. I glanced out the window and saw the guys approaching.
I’m so close. I can pull this off.
“Open up, baby,” I said, reaching for the back of her head. She didn’t hesitate to lean forward and wrap her lips around my dick, bobbing gently while I worked the base in hard pumps. “Here it comes,” I said as I erupted again. She took my load with ease, moaning around my cock as she sucked me dry. I pulled out and flopped into the window seat next to her, shoving myself back into my briefs as I heard the guys just outside the bus.
I got my pants situated while Sophia adjusted her dress, still staring at me with her mouth open. I tossed an arm over her shoulder and grabbed my phone from my pocket, holding it between us like we were looking at something together. She seemed to catch on to my attempt to make us look casual because she quickly looked down at the phone just before Reynolds appeared and flicked on the bus lights.
A few of the guys gave me curious looks as they got onto the bus. I’d left the locker room quickly, which may have been cause for concern, but in my attempt to make it look like we hadn’t just fucked, I’d probably instead given the impression that Sophia and I were more than friendsbased on the way she was curled under my arm so naturally. Still, I’d always been pretty hands-on with her, so no one had asked any questions yet. I was a physical guy, and I was pretty sure they hadn’t thought much of it beyond my usual flirty ways. I was sure they assumed we were hooking up even if nobody had said anything to me directly about it.
Sophia rested her head on my shoulder and my heart skipped a beat. “That was incredible,” she said quietly.
I chuckled and pulled her tighter against me, lowering my mouth to her ear. “What’s incredible is that you’re still full of me.”
She peered up at me. “It’s a lot hotter than I expected.”
I kissed her head quickly during a lull in the onslaught of players flooding the bus. “Everything I do with you is hotter than I expected.”
A few more guys shuffled onto the bus with Devon and Coach bringing up the rear.
Devon eyed us more curiously than any of the others as he passed. Coach stopped in the middle of the bus, counting. “Great, I count twenty-six guys and a reporter. Sleep tight, boys.” He gripped the head rests as he walked back to the front of the bus where the driver was getting himself situated.
The bus rumbled to life and the lights went out. Given how spent I was, I wished I was the kind of guy who could sleep on the bus.
“You want to watch a movie with me, Hawaii?” I asked. “Or do you have to work on your next big article?”
She laughed and smiled at me. It was a smile that, when paired with her ocean blue eyes, made me feel like I was falling off a cliff. “I am in no state to think clearly. I can smell you between my legs.”
I groaned. “I want to shove my tongue in your mouth and see if you taste like me.”
She smiled coyly, in a way that nearly made me do it, despite the crowded bus.
“Okay, maybe we should go with a comedy,” I said. “Something to distract me from all the dirty things I’m still thinking.”
She nodded her head energetically. “Yep. Something funny.” She reached into her purse under our seats. “I have my iPad.”
“Perfect, fire up something funny,” I said as my phone buzzed. I glanced at it as she pulled up Hulu and took my arm off her to respond.
Devon: Dude, you’re banging the reporter, aren’t you?
Me: We’re friends.
Devon: You sure? You look pretty into her.
Me:I’m sure that we’re friends.
I tucked my phone in my pocket as she asked, “Do you want to watch a show instead? There aren’t a lot of movies that look good. Have you ever watched Modern Family?”
“Yes, Cam is one of the funniest characters on television,” I said. “Start it from the beginning. I like when they lock Lily in the car in the first season.”
“Me too.” She chuckled and started the first episode.
My phone buzzed again. I pulled it out, keeping it tucked out of sight as I read another text.
Devon:If you’re not with her, I’m interested. She’s hot.
I gritted my teeth and fired back a response.
Me:She’s capable of making her own decisions, Devon.
