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Rhys’ took two fingers and opened the folds of my pussy before pushing them inside of me. We didn’t have long, in fact, we only had a few minutes, but Rhys seemed to understand that—as did my body.
“Soak my fingers, baby. Let go for me. Let me feel it.”
I moaned again, louder, and he suppressed the noise with another kiss. His movements got faster and his thumb found my clit, barely touching me before I started to shake. My knees threatened to give out and I was worried Rhys was wrong. He may have been distracting me from everything else, but my legs were going to be Jello for the rest of the night.
“I feel you,” he spoke against my lips. “You’re squeezing my fingers. You’re already there.”
Tears pricked the corner of my eyes. Always feeling so much at once and not knowing how to react any other way. Rhys just kissed them away, not the least bit worried they were there. I grabbed onto his shoulders as I came, and moved my body as if I was grinding on top of him. With anyone else, it would have been embarrassing at how needy I felt, and how hard I came.
Rhys loved it.
It made him insatiable.
Desperate.
When he pulled his hands from my pussy, I waited for him to turn me around and fuck me from behind, against the brick wall with my shorts around my thighs. Instead, he took two steps back and nodded toward the field.
“Go focus on the game. Use your left foot. Your legs should be nice and loose.”
“But…” I wanted more. There was always more. “What about…”
“No time.” He raised an eyebrow just as Coach came around the corner.
“You fix her?” He asked gruffly, looking at Rhys then down at his clipboard.
“She’s ready,” Rhys nodded, his eyes staying on me while his wet fingers subtly caressed his bottom lip.
My breathing started to get heavier as I realized how close we were to being caught. I was still shaking my head at Rhys, my eyes boring into his. I still wanted more.
I would always want more.
“I gotta go,” Rhys smiled, putting the tip of one of his fingers inside his mouth. “Dinner plans.”
Coach nodded and turned around, joining the team as they walked back to the field. I followed along, completely unaware of what Rhys had said because I had been too focused on the way he was tasting my cum right there in front of my coach.
When my head cleared, I kicked ass in the second half of the game because I was no longer thinking. The orgasm Rhys gave me made nothing else matter, and since I was no longer wondering why he was in the stands, or if he would leave, I focused on the game and the back side of the opponent’s goal.
“What did Rhys say to you?” Coach asked as we left the field. I could hear humor in his tone, as if Rhys handed me the other team’s playbook and made it easy.
“He said to use my left foot.”
“You already knew that.”
“I guess coming from him it hits differently.” I cringed because I could hear in my own voice how that sounded. Like Rhys could tell me it snowed in Miami, and I would think it was gospel.
“Then I may need to make sure he’s here every night. That win secured our spot in the Women’s College Cup.”
He jogged off before I could tell him no. Keeping Rhys around was a bad idea. He may have figured out all the buttons to push to help me clear my head for a bit, but when it was over, I was consumed with thoughts of him.
That was when it hit me, his excuse for leaving the game.“Dinner plans.”
Did that mean with his ex?Mel, as the sender from the text read. What a dumb name. I hated that name. Despised it. Probably short for Melvin.
Ugh I was petty.
I moped on my stool in front of my locker while Erin tried to convince me to go out and celebrate. I wanted to curl under my covers and be alone, though. There was no talking me away from that plan.
“Aren’t you supposed to be going out with Cruz?”
