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When I don’t answer, he nips at the skin of my neck and I gasp. His fingers pull out, moving to tease my entrance and I whimper.
“I think about y-you going down on me,” I say hoarsely as he pushes back inside me.
Fallon palms my breast, squeezing tightly. “There’s nothing I want more than to taste you, baby.”
He keeps fucking me with his hand, kneading my tit and I want his mouth there again. My breathing becomes uneven as my body tightens with my impending release.
“Come for me, Sage. I need to see how beautiful you are when I make you come,” he demands, picking up his pace and bumping against my clit with increasing pressure.
“Oh god,” I groan and he shushes me. Fallon pushes my top up, pinching my nipple and twisting it slightly. It sets me over the edge and I turn my face towards him. He takes the hint and covers my mouth with his, swallowing down my moans as I come.
I’m barely down from my high when he fixes my suit and pulls away from me. I know my face is flushed when I turn in the water to face him. His eyes are nearly black with arousal and I assume if I reached into his shorts, I would feel how hard his thick cock is.
My mouth opens to offer to do just that when Gwen comes around the corner. Fallon treads a little further away from me as she jumps into the pool.
“You all set?” he asks Gwen.
She startles, realizing he is in the pool with us. Her face turns a tint of pink and she nods.
“Yeah, I’m good. Are we still shooting?”
Fallon swims and grabs the ball, throwing it to me and I catch it.
“Yup, I’m going to be defending Sage, so watch carefully. Try to anticipate opportunities she might take to shoot,” he explains and then turns to me. “Fake out only when you know you don’t have a good angle to shoot. If you think you can make it, take it. Don’t second guess.”
“Yes, Coach,” I say with a small smirk that I hide under the water line as I dunk half my face.
Fallon’s jaw clenches but he doesn’t say anything else as we get into position to start the drill.
Chapter Sixteen
Sage
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Perhaps because playing at the college level is different from high school. I’m confident in my team, but nerves are still wreaking havoc inside me. I’m staring out the window when I feel a presence. I turn expecting Emily and still when he drops next to me.
“You okay?” Fallon asks, scooting an inch closer so his thigh is against mine.
Swallowing, I nod and tuck my headphones into my bag. “Yeah, just pre-game jitters.”
A sly smile stretches against his face. “I didn’t think you got those.”
I scowl. “I’m sure you did too at the Olympics.”
His eyebrows raise. “The chance of a gold medal is a little higher stakes than a college game.”
Rolling my eyes, I nudge my shoulder against his. “Okay, bad example. But still.”
“It's a good thing,” he whispers and I look at him, swallowing at the pondering expression on his face. “I didn’t give a shit about my college team. I thought they were beneath me when I’d been competing at the world level.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what to say to that, but it made sense why he thought that of me now. I’ve seen none of his old team talk about him either.
Fallon laughs sullenly. “They deserved better than me.”
“Your college won state every year you were there,” I scoff, not playing into his wallowing.
“My little stalker.” The devilish grin that stretches across his face has my pussy throbbing.
The heat in his eyes eases some of the embarrassment as my cheeks burn. “Shut up.”
