Page 67 of How to Score Off Field

My.

God.

It takes a few seconds to adjust to him; he’s not massive but from this position, I feel…full…like he’s huge even though he’s not—the height and weight and cock are all proportionate—but even so, I have to take a second.

“Wait a sec,” I tell him, groggy and tired but horny, reaching for the bedside table.

I’d put a vibrator there when I arrived, hiding it in the drawer so Miranda wouldn’t give me shit about it despite the fact that she has an entire drawer full of this shit, too. I know for a fact she has at least nine vibrators and dildos because I’ve been to the sex store, shopping for them with her.

Where do you think this pink one came from?

“I’m gonna use this,” I whisper since it’s still early and still mostly dark. Mostly awake but still sort of asleep.

I press the little hidden power button until it begins a slow hum.

Leaning forward with my ass in the air, I let my cheek rest against the mattress as Drew kneels behind me, fucking me doggy style.

Is that what it’s called? Doggy style? And can you tell I’ve never had sex in this position before? I’m just assuming Drew has—not to make assumptions or stereotype him, but even though he told me he can’t remember the last time he had sex, that cannot possibly be true, can it?

He's popular.

He’s gorgeous.

He’s one of the most well-known figures in football simply because of his last name, if not for his skill.

So surely, he’s fucked plenty of women this way…

Jesus, Tess, get your head in the game.

Sorry, I’m tired.

Mmm.

He’s gripping my hips to steady me, not exactly pounding into me but not exactly gentle, either.

It’s fine.

I love it.

I focus on the buzzing, humming, and pulsing between my legs. I concentrate on holding the pink vibrator on my clit, biting my bottom lip as the tension inside me builds.

“Uh…” I moan into the pillow.

“How does that feel?” he mutters, his voice deep from sleep. A low and sexy baritone, deeper than usual because it’s so early.

“So good.” So good, baby, don’t stop.

Keep going.

I pull the vibrator off my pussy so I don’t come so soon—I want to drag it out. Tease myself.

If I keep it there I’ll come before he does and I want us to come at the same time if I can help it…please let us come at the same time, I want it so bad.

I want to feel connected to Drew—I want him to feel connected to me too, although that’s a long shot, isn’t it? Considering he barely knew I existed until Friday.

I lose myself in Drew.

In having him inside me—this may be the one and only time I’ll get to have sex with him or spend the weekend with him, or share a bed with him, and I plan on cherishing it.

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