Page 25 of The Power Play

I’m catching my breath as I remove my hand from between my thighs, fingers coated in my release. I use those same fingers to gesture Charlie over to me. He’s hesitant, looking down at his hand that is coated inhisrelease.

“Come here,” I command, not letting him wonder anymore if he should do anything with the cum leaking out of his hand and some still on the tip of his cock.

He walks over to the side of the bed, glancing in the direction of my computer, probably making sure his face isn’t in it. He’s so tall I know it’s not, but his body might be, though that doesn’t seem to stop him.

I sit up on my knees as he approaches so we are facing each other. I can tell he’s hesitant about what is about to happen, or maybe about what just happened. Either way, I want him to feelconfident about all of it. Which is why I take the hand he used to jerk himself off, raise it up to my mouth, and suck the cum from his index finger while keeping my eyes locked on his.

I let his finger go with a pop and that’s when he snaps. In a single swift move he reaches over, slamming my laptop shut and his lips land on mine in a furious kiss. His mouth is rough as we battle for control and I fuckingloveit. I shouldn’t because in this dynamic I should be the one with the power, but this is ultimately what I wanted.

Him out of control.

I bite his lower lip and he groans before his tongue plunges into my mouth, tangling with mine. He pushes me back onto the bed with his body and cum covered hand on me, but I don’t even care. I kind of want him to rub that hand all over my skin like he has the right to. Like he wants to see me marked with him.

My leg curls over his waist, yanking his hips to press against mine and I can feel his erection is back as it presses against my barely covered core. He rips the mask from my head, and I moan into his mouth, silently begging for more. I want him to rub himself against my still sensitive clit. I know we are both losing our minds right now and I don’t even care. I can detach any sort of emotion from sex and at this moment that’s what I want to do. I don’t care about our circumstances; I won’t make it awkward but the things I would do to feel him touch me more than he is right now is driving me insane.

He pulls back and the look in his eyes is lust filled, but also conflicted. He looks away before removing his body from mine. I continue to lay on the bed, clothes a ruffled mess.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he says, running his fingers through his already disheveled hair.

“You definitely should have, that was kind of my goal.”

He shakes his head. “No, I can’t–” he sighs.

“I’ve seen you, and you really can,” I offer. I know he wants this, wants me and honestly, I want the sex.

“You don’t–” he groans, “we won’t do this again. I’m sorry, Audrey.”

I sit up, but he’s already turning around and leaving my room without looking back. I want to yell after him, but I don’t know if I want to be bitchy or beg him to come back. He seemed like there’s something holding him back, something else.

As I adjust my clothes, I think back to one conversation I had with “Charles” that stuck with me because I didn’t understand. Now knowing it was Charlie I really don’t understand, but I have a feeling that has to do with what just went down in this room.

“I bet you have a full roster of women to fuck so why do you spend so much time talking to me?” I asked Charles one night when he told me this was the best part of his day.

He chuckles, “There’s no roster, I’m…picky.”

“Oh, so I’m special?” I taunt.

“Very, but I had an ex fuck me over pretty bad, so I don’t trust easily anymore. And I trust you.”

“Iamspecial. Careful Charles, I might just fall in love.” I’m joking. I don’t even know if I will ever fall in love with anyone, but certainly not someone where I’ve never seen their face.

“I’m comfortable with you, Lacey, it’s nice to have you to talk to.”

“Same,” I smile. I tell guys a lot of things to make them happy, make them want to keep talking to me and paying me, but I actually meant it with Charles. I’m comfortable with him. I want to know how the ex fucked him over so bad and how that’s affected him, but I decide not to push. Keep the conversation fun and move on.

He may have trusted “Lacey”, but he doesn’t trust Audrey. That’s fine by me. The illusion is clearly shattered with us. Despite me being the exact same person he’s been talking to, he doesn’t see it that way and clearly never will, which makes sense. I meant what I said before, Lacey isn’t real and he doesn’t really know Audrey.

Tonight was a blip, a mistake, and we don’t have to talk about it ever again. Both of us can move on and I’ll go back to pretending I’m not even here, once again, while working extra hard to get my house fixed so I can get the fuck out.

14

It’s been almost a week since that kiss with Audrey and we’ve avoided each other completely since then. I go to practice, come home and hide in my room without seeing her. Then, I go to the two home games we have without running into her. I also haven’t watched her shows even though I still have the notification on. I really need to turn that off.

We are back on the road, in the locker room doing our pregame rituals for the game against Arizona. My phone rings and it’s my mom calling. I’ve always been close with my parents, and I worry that she’s calling with bad news because she should know I’m getting ready for a game, but the schedule can be hard to follow and sometimes she forgets.

“Hello?” I answer, trying to keep my voice calm.

“Charlie, my sweet boy, how are you?”

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