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“Fucking hell,” I gritted, still not sure I was doing the right thing. But pulled her up from the wall only to slam her back into it out of frustration.
I started using my middle finger to rub her clit, faster and faster, hoping to bring her to the brink quickly. As soon as she started trembling, I pulled my hand away and went down to my knees.
I pulled her shoes off, followed by her black pants, and lacy panties. The lace made me slightly pissed that she had been on the other sideline all day wearing those without me being behind her to look at her ass.
Charleigh pulled her own shirt over her head, leaving her naked as she looked down at me on my knees. It was the complete opposite of the other night in the ring. Instead of me looking down at her, I was looking up, and it felt like a power change.
Despite the fact that I came in blazing, she was the one in charge. I waited for a second before I turned my hat backward, letting her know I was about to taste her with just that motion. I picked her left foot up and placed it on my shoulder. Leaning in, I placed my tongue between her folds and lapped at the wetness I had elicited with my fingers.
Charleigh grabbed the side of my head and held on, to keep herself steady and to keep me close. I tasted and played with her, used my memory from New York to lick and bite every spot I knew would make her knees weak. Without meaning to, I started moving my own pelvis, seeking friction against my own pants like a fucking teenager. I needed her to touch me so bad, but I couldn't bring myself to pull away.
The TV in the background of the room caught my attention though.“We are just waiting on Coach Peyton to join us so he can break down the game for us.”
She and I both gasped at the same time from the words of the announcer, but I didn't stop. I was already there, hard and ready to fuck her senseless. “They can wait,” I told her.
I licked her a few more times then closed my mouth over her clit, knowing it would make her explode. She started shaking again, the way she did when she came, and her moans were unintelligible. My mouth stayed on her until I was sure she had come down from her orgasm then I stood up and lowered my joggers.
Instead of driving into her while we were standing, I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her onto the couch. I hovered over her, one leg on the floor and the other smashed against the back of the couch. She spread her legs to make room for my huge frame and I pushed inside of her softly.
“Harder,” she pulled at my shoulders, shaking her head back and forth so I couldn't see her eyes. “Make it hurt.”
Grabbing her face, I stopped her movements. “Open your eyes.”
She didn't at first, but after I shook her chin a few times, she finally opened them. A small tear ran from the corner of her eye down to her cheek and I knew I needed to back away. She was tough as nails and even though I didn't know her well enough to know if she was a crier, I knew it was rare and something major had happened.
“Harder, Levi,” she demanded.
I started moving again but only because my body reacted to her harshness. It was recognizing the fight in her and my body loved her fight.
“Harder,” she said again, tilting her head back and moaning the word over and over. I let go of her chin and braced myself on the couch, going as hard as I could inside of her. Her moans turned into screams, the pain filtering its way through her body. Guilt ate away at me, but I couldn't understand why. We were always aggressive and hard with one another, why were her tears making me weak?
Her tits bounced below me, catching my attention and I latched onto her nipple with my teeth. I bit down hard, pulling and licking as I moved to the other to do the same thing. By the time I finished tugging on her other nipple, her pussy started to clench around my dick, and I knew she was about to come. I pulled up, wanting to watch her but the ecstasy she had written on her face as her mouth hung open and her breathing labored, was too much for me.
My own head tilted back, and I came as she came, hard and never seeming to end. I pumped into her until I was weak, my arms giving out as I fell on top of her. She didn't protest or even push me away. She let me lay on top of her, inside her, as my heart rate returned to normal.
When I pushed up, I looked down at her and her eyes were closed. She looked sated and blissed out, and I knew I had done the right thing by listening to her commands. I didn’t know what she was feeling, but if fucking her hard helped, then I didn’t have to feel guilty about pushing her while she was down.
Leaning up, I grabbed a towel that had been folded on the arm of the couch and tossed it to her before I pulled out and straightened myself up. She didn’t bother cleaning herself up, or even moving, but her eyes were open watching me.
“I have to go do this interview, but Charleigh…When I see you again, I want to know what the hell happened to cause those tears.”
“Don’t worry about it, Coach, it’s none of your fucking business.”
I smirked, glad to see my girl back in her snarky form. I threw her clothes back at her and made my way toward the door. Sneaking out was easier than I expected since the corridor was practically empty. I kept my head low and made my way across the field to the visitor’s side and started to walk straight to the press conference.
Right before my feet entered the room, though, I was stopped short by my own brain as it finally clicked what I had just said. Maybe not out loud, but as I left, I thought of Charleigh asmy girl, and that was going to create a whole new set of issues.
Chapter21
Charleigh
Levi Peyton was one smooth talker.
Explaining to the media that he saw an old friend and got caught up chatting after the game was like watching an artist paint. The strokes of his bullshit were masterful, like happy little trees all over the damn canvas.
I laid on that spot in the locker room, naked, while I watched him walk into the press conference. The crowd started asking a bunch of questions and although he looked rattled at first, he quickly smoothed it all over.
That stunt was too dangerous. We could have gotten caught and if I hadn't seen Levi weave the tale of meeting up with an old friend with my own eyes, I would have thought getting caught was his plan. At least gettingmecaught.
