Page 16 of Major Penalty

I lean down, my mouth near her ear, breathing her in. She smells like something sweet. Like vanilla and warmth and innocence.

“How am I being unprofessional?” I murmur, tracing my fingers up her wrist.

Her breath hitches, and her pulse jumps beneath my fingers.

And then she shifts. Her fingertips brush my hips on purpose. It’s nothing. A barely-there touch. A whisper against my skin. But it’s a choice. She justchoseto touch me.

Something hot curls up inside me, and I know I need to let her go. I need to. I drag her hand away from my body and let it drop to her side.

“You should be more careful where you put your hands, little thing.” My voice is pure gravel. “Next time, I might not stop you.”

I step back, watching her suck in a breath like she just surfaced for air.

I look her over, slow and thorough, lingering on the pink flush on her skin.

“No one is getting benched,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers.

Then, I turn and leave. Because if I stay any longer, I won’t be able to resist finding out just how far she’ll let me take this

It’s late. Too late. The room is dark. The air is still. The city below hums faintly, muffled by the rustling of the trees outside. We’re usually out on Friday nights, but we have a game on Sunday, so we need our wits about us. And I need fucking sleep.

Instead, I stare at the ceiling, wide awake and unmoving. My body is a fucking trap—

coiled, tense, and ready to snap.

And my dick? A fucking problem. It’s been hard for over an hour, a persistent deep ache.

I exhale through my nose, sharp and frustrated. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. But I am. She’s pulling me in, and I don’t know why. It’s not just the heat I feel whenever she’s near; it’s something deeper, something I can’t quite reach. That face, those eyes, that smile that lights up the whole room. She’s taken hold of my every thought, and it’s driving me fucking insane. She’s driving me insane.

She looked at me with so much care in her eyes, so much concern. For a second, I let myself imagine what it would be like to have her take care of me. What it would feel like for me to take care of her back the only way I know how. My jaw clenches as my fingers drag over my stomach—a slow, absent movement. My breath hitches, and my muscles twitch.

I can still feel her. That soft little wrist in my hand. The delicate bones. The heat of her skin. The way she looked up at me with her beautiful, wide eyes.

She should have been scared. She wasn’t. She wanted to help me. And that’s what fucking broke me.

I clench my jaw. My breath comes heavier, my pulse thick, drowning out everything else.

She doesn’t belong in my thoughts. She doesn’t belong near me. But fuck if I can stop imagining her on top of me. Underneath me. That same wrist pinned to the mattress, her breath shaky, her thighs trembling as I spread them open, as I press my weight over her, as I force her body to understand what it means to be touched by me.

Would she shatter when I push inside her, that small body struggling to take it? I groan, low and rough, and my fingers wrap around my cock.

My breath stutters as I stroke once.

I think about her squirming, her back arching, her little whimpers punching the air from her lungs. My fingers squeeze.

Fuck.

I stroke again, from root to tip. And then again, thinking about the sounds she’d make. About the way she’d look up at me, glassy-eyed, lips parted, her body overwhelmed.

Would she beg sweetly? Or would she be too far gone to speak? A groan works its way up my throat as my hand moves faster.

I imagine wrapping my fingers around her delicate throat and letting them sit there for a moment before I tighten. To feel her swallow under my palm, hear her breath catch as her eyes flutter back, her little body not knowing what to focus on. The way I’d push into her deep, so fucking deep—

I groan, sharp and desperate, as my hips lift into my grip. My right hip protests in pain, but it only heightens the pleasure. It coils—vicious, twisting, and tight.

I groan, sharper this time. My grip tightens, and my pace quickens. I imagine her wrecked and hoarse from screaming and moaning. Her body shaking as I drag her through it all again and again until she has nothing left. Until she’s only mine.

The pleasure surges, brutal and unforgiving.

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