Page 18 of Shes my 1 Try

“No, I mean after the game, Wiley. I need to taste that fucking pussy of yours and make sure that dirty mouth is all mine.” I can’t make my desire any clearer and as her throat bobs with the effort of holding back what I think is a moan, she nods. “Use those words you’re so good with, Wiley. You have to tell me.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, the pink colouring her cheeks extending down her throat. “I want all of that, and I want you to tell me I’m a good girl while I choke on your cock.”

Grabbing my cock again, I’ll need to fucking rub one out before I go and deal with Mandy. “Fuck! Just fuck! You’re so fucking perfect, Wiley.”

“You think so, cute boy?” I nod, already jerking myself into a frenzy. “I’ll see you on the weekend, then.”

“Yes, you fucking will,” I grunt. She knows what I’m doing, she has too. When she flashes her tits at me before disconnecting the call, I shoot my load, ruining my pants. “I think I’m gonna marry that woman.”

SEVEN

Wiley

“Oh, my god. You dirty bitch. I fucking love it.”

Laughing at the shocked awe on Ines’s face after I finish telling her what happened with Asher. I have to admit I am kinda proud of myself for taking the bull by the horns—or the winger by the anaconda as it were—and asking for what I want. Asher is…different. I like who I am when we talk. Yes, he says I’m sexy and beautiful instead of cute now, but it’s not everything about us. Despite being interrupted by his cousin last night, instead of continuing what we started, we began watching Game of Thrones—cannot believe he’s never watched it.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Ines asks, holding up a Dingoes jersey.

“Yes, I want to do this. Can you please just support me in this?” Taking the jersey from her hands, I hold it up against my chest to make sure it will fit over the girls.

“No, no, I support you, always. It’s just, you’ve been a Rays supporter since I’ve known you and that’s a long time, honey,” she says, leaning on a rack at the sports store.

“Then you know I never jump into things lightly.” I wave away her concern, heading across to the customisation lab.

“I agree, but you also never jump into anything after only a week, Wiley. This is quick, even by my standards.” I get it, she’s worried for me, because it is quick. However, I’m not sure how to make her understand.

“I guess when you know, you know,” I counter, filling out the form to have my jersey personalised.

“I guess so,” she smiles, placing a soft hand on my shoulder. “Please be careful. This thing here,” she places her other hand over my heart. “It’s fragile as fuck and I don’t fancy a stint in jail if I have to take cute boy out for breaking it.”

“I love you. You know that, right?” If I didn’t have Ines, my life would be a shambles.

She was the one who told me I could be whatever I wanted when my parents kicked me out of the house for not wanting to go to uni to follow in their footsteps. The life of an accountant isn’t my idea of fun, no matter how exciting my parents think it is. Numbers are like a foreign language to me, but I could never make them understand that.

“I know that, honey,” she acknowledges, pulling me into a crushing hug. “I love you too. Just…make sure he’s the one before you jump in with both feet.”

I don’t disagree with her, but I think it’s too late. I’m already all in. Both feet and everything in between. This love at first sight thing is some crazy roller coaster.

Ines and I chat quietly as the guy behind the counter takes my jersey to make the alterations when a message notification pops up on my phone. Swiping it open, I inhale the gum I’ve been chewing on at the photo sitting there. Patting me on the back as I attempt to hack up the gum, my phone falls to the floor and Ines picks it up.

“Holy. Fucking. Hell!” she exclaims, as the picture of Asher’s rather large appendage in his training shorts takes up the whole screen. “No wonder you jumped in so quick.”

“Ines! That’s not why I like him,” I chastise, catching my breath.

“I’m sure it doesn’t hurt though,” she shrugs, pouting as I snatch back my phone, struggling to stifle the laugh wanting to break free.

Failing miserably, Ines and I grab at our sides as we laugh far too loudly for the other patrons of the store, many of them side-eyeing us. When the guy comes back with my jersey, I grab Ines by the hand and we run giggling from the store, as she makes big dick energy jokes.

“You’re gonna do it, aren’t you?” Ines questions as we wait for a coffee. Her head tilted to the side.

“Um, to what are you referring?” I raise an eyebrow as I pump an extra shot of caramel into my coffee while the barista has his back turned.

A cheeky grin slides across her lips as she waggles her finger, tutting me. “Not that. Although, I can see why you would. No, I mean wear the jersey and jump in both feet.”

Inhaling a deep breath, we take our coffee and stroll across to First Fleet Park, slipping our shoes off and find a sunny spot to enjoy the view. Stretching my legs out, not avoiding her question, but thinking how to best put it into words, she nudges my shoulder.

“It’s—”

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