Page 26 of Treading Water


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“It’s okay, I’ve done a little stalking of my own. I heard you went on a date,” he says and I cough on the spit I accidentally swallowed down the wrong pipe.

“No,” I blurt out quickly. “I was blindsided with a double with Emily and Greg. I didn’t want to be there.”

Fallon smirks, looking relieved. He stretches his arm out, glancing around before his hand drops onto my thigh.

“Face forward.”

I lick my lips and look straight at the front of the bus. He shifts in the seat, moving so his body is blocking any view of me as his fingers slide between my legs.

“You need to get out of your head. Let me help you,” Fallon whispers.

I inhale sharply. “You said we shouldn’t–”

“I know. I know what I said, but let me.”

Nodding, I open my legs so his hand can slide further up and into my shorts. His fingers brush against my already wet pussyand I bite down on my tongue. My heart pounds in my chest as he rubs my swollen clit in slow circles.

“I’m going to be so hard watching you play today,” Fallon says quietly, leaning forward so his forehead is resting on the seat in front of us. I open my legs further, and his eyes move to watch where his fingers are touching me.

“Fallon…” I whisper.

He pushes a finger into me and I shut my eyes, wishing desperately we were alone. But the thrill of him doing this out in the open, dangerously close to being caught has my pussy clenching. I’m already embarrassingly close to coming from the forbiddenness of what we’re doing while everyone is oblivious around us. This man is magic with his fingers. The small callouses from years of water polo and weight lifting are extremely pleasurable.

My pussy clenches when he adjusts himself in his sweats and I groan, thinking about the cock under those pants. I desperately want to see it again, to feel it in my mouth or inside me.

“What are you thinking about? You just gushed all over me,” he whispers.

“You inside me,” I tell him with a hiss as he rubs against my clit and adds another finger.

His eyes snap to me, pupils blown and his throat bobs as he swallows.

“Sage….” he says and I shake my head, not wanting to hear whatever denial is waiting on his lips.

His attention returns to my heated sex being worked and he picks up the pace. I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of him as my release builds faster than the time he touched me in the pool. It sweeps over me in waves, I’m surprised my lip isn’t bleeding with how hard I’m biting down on it to stay quiet.

My legs shake as my orgasm slowly dies down. He pulls his hand away, sucking his fingers into his mouth as my eyes widen.Fallon doesn’t look away from me as he cleans my mess off him and my pussy flutters. This isn't fair; he isn’t being fair. I want him just as much as he wants me and we’re stuck on this bus, surrounded by my team.

“Better?” He smirks.

I exhale and nod. “I wish I could return the favor.”

Fallon’s nostrils flare. “Win the game and maybe you can.”

“And if we lose?”

“Don’t,” he says curtly, some of the playfulness gone.

Chapter Seventeen

Sage

Anna waves us over. “Come. My little sister will lube us up.”

“I’m sorry?” I ask, shocked.

She blinks at me. “Did you guys never put baby oil on before games? We always had someone on JV do it.”

“Is that allowed?” Emily asks in awe.

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