Page 56 of Play It Off

I wash my hands, staring at my reflection. I look fucking crazed. My hair is sticking up everywhere, and my eyes are wild. Wide and unblinking, the pupils all blown out. She might’ve calmed me down just now, but I’m amped up again. Eager to get my hands back on her and my dick inside her.

After we left Hector’s, I turned down the invite to Nico and Coop’s house, opting to go back to my place so I could stew in my emotions for the rest of the night. Until I couldn’t take the image of her writhing around in a bed with that little guy any longer—I had to seek her out. Threw on some clothes and went out into the night, barging past all the drunk college students wandering the streets, some of them even shouting my name.

I ignored all of them, too intent on getting to my girl because, goddamnit, that’s what she’s become. My girl.

Mine.

All mine.

Rubbing the stubble coating my jaw, I give myself a mental pep talk. I’ve unleashed on her enough tonight. My cock throbs with the need for release, but I’ll take it easy on her. No need to scare her.

But the moment I turn and open the door, I find she’s sitting in the middle of the bed propped against a pile of pillows, her feet braced on the mattress and her long legs spread as wide as possible. Offering me a glimpse of all that pink, glistening flesh I’m dying to slide into.

I go still, my hand automatically going to my dick. She pouts, her lower lip sticking out, and I panic for a second. How the hell did I disappoint her that fast?

“Where’s the condom, Gavin? I’m ready for you.”

Her sweet voice washes over me, and I launch into action, grabbing my shorts off the floor and tugging out the three condoms I brought with me, showing them to her before I deposit them on the nightstand. She laughs, the sound curling through me, and I pause. Savoring how happy she sounds, and when she eagerly reaches for me, pulling me down on top of her, I go willingly. Wrapping her up in my arms, cradling her close as I find her mouth and kiss her with everything I’ve got.

She rests her hands on my shoulders, gently pushing, and I break the kiss. “What?”

“I want—” She pauses, sinking her teeth into her swollen lower lip, and I groan at the sight of it.

“Spit it out, baby. What do you want from me?”

Sienna blinks those pretty dark eyes at me. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Aw, fuck. Who am I to deny her?

Within seconds I’m sprawled in the middle of the bed and she’s lying between my spread legs, playing with my dick. Don’t know how else to describe what she’s doing as she streaks her fingers down my shaft, tracing the veins. Studying it for a moment like she’s awestruck.

Or maybe that’s my ego talking. Yeah, that’s probably it.

Eventually she curls her fingers around the base, loosening her grip to slide up and then down, finding a steady rhythm fairly quickly.

“Oh yeah, baby. That feels good.” I watch her from beneath lowered lids as she increases her pace, dipping her head and sticking out her tongue to swipe at the tip of my cock.

That first contact of her tongue on my dick sends a jolt through me, leaving my entire body sizzling, and I break into a sweat, desperateto stay in control. I stare in utter fascination as she wraps her lips around the head, sucking hard enough to hollow out her cheeks. When she lowers her head, taking me almost all the way in, I throw my head back and groan, my hand going to her hair. Tangling in the strands before I push them away from her face so I can see her fully.

Her gaze lifts, meeting mine, and she doesn’t look away as she pulls me out of her mouth, her tongue tracing the flared head of my dick. She is the hottest thing alive. Seriously how did I get so fucking lucky? Why did I deny myself this for so long? I’m an idiot.

But we already knew that—especially Sienna.

She continues torturing me with her mouth for long, blissful minutes until I can’t take it anymore. I’m reaching for one of the condoms, never taking my eyes away from her while I tear the wrapper open and she continues to work over my cock with her mouth.

“You need to stop,” I say once the condom is free from the wrapper. She glances up, her gaze going to the condom clutched in my fingers, and she pulls my dick out of her mouth, wiping at her face with her fingers.

“So bossy,” she murmurs.

I reach for her, then pull her down on top of me, and she goes willingly. “So fucking sexy,” I tell her in return, and she smiles.

Every time I compliment her, she lights up. I can see it in her eyes. That smile on her pretty face. All I want to do is lavish praise on her, spend all my time with her, but how are we going to manage that with my intense schedule? With the mental stress I’m under? I need to handle this carefully. I don’t want to lose her.

But I don’t think I’m ready to tell the world about us either.

All those thoughts leave my brain when she rises, her hands braced on my chest as she rubs that soaking wet pussy all over my cock. My eyes cross, it feels so fucking good, and I shove the condom in her face. “Put it on me, baby.”

She plucks it from my fingers, slides down my body, and presses the ring over the head of my dick, slowly rolling it on. Her fingers keep brushing my hard flesh, and I grit my teeth. Think about the formations in the playbook our team hasn’t used much yet so I don’t concentrate on how good everything feels and blow before I even get inside her.

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