Page 30 of Crossing the Lines for Love

I closed and locked the door, and before I got to the bed, there was another knock.

“What the fuck, man? I hope these niggas ain’t playing in the hallway.”

“Are you in an adjoined room?”

“Yeah.”

“Try the other door.”

“Why the fuck—hold up. Is that you?”

I quickly opened the adjoining door to find her standing on the other side, wearing nothing but an oversized BEU T-shirt. After tossing my phone on the bed, I wrapped her in my arms, buried my face in her neck, and inhaled her sweet scent.

“I guess you’re happy to see me.”

Her arms were around my torso, and when I lifted my head, her smile had me grinning from ear to ear.

“Shit. I’m happy as fuck. Get in here.”

I pulled her inside, and we fell onto the bed. Our mouths attacked each other’s, and we made out like teenagers for ten minutes. As we kissed, I moved her on top of me, and my hands traveled up and down until I slipped them underneath her shirt. I smiled against her lips when I felt her bare ass. It had been too long since I’d been able to get close to her like this, and me and my dick were excited.

“I see you’re ready for some action,” I said, finally disconnecting.

“I don’t know, Niko. Are you sure you should be having sex the night before a game?”

“Aranda, I’m backed up like a muthafucka. If I don’t release this shit, I might explode on the field.”

She squinted her eyes at me as if she didn’t believe me. “Let’s not exaggerate.”

“I know you didn’t go through the trouble of making sure our rooms were next to each other’s with an adjoining door and come over here with no panties on, without the intention of giving me some pussy.”

“I planned to before I remembered why we’re here.”

“I’ve had sex the morning of a game before, baby. Sit on my face and give me that good nourishment.”

She followed my orders, and as soon as her pussy touched my tongue, I went to work. It was already wet and slippery, and by the time I finished with her, so was my face.

After she climaxed, she fell to the side with her legs open just enough for me to slide inside. I pushed my sweats down and stepped out of them. When I entered her juicy hole, I bit my bottom lip to stop me from screaming.

This session would be short because it already felt like my nut was preparing to make an early appearance. I fought it for as long as I could, but when Aranda’s pussy began to contract around me, I threw in the towel.

Damn! I needed that!

“Niko, what the fuck was that?” Aranda shouted when I made it to the sideline.

“My bad. I thought?—”

“What you thought doesn’t matter! You fed right into their trap. You have teammates for a reason, and we’ve practiced this same play too many times for you to fuck it up like that. Get your head in the game.”

“I got you,” was all I could manage to say because I had to focus on keeping my dick from getting hard.

I couldn’t tell her how much it turned me on when she bossed up on me, or she’d stop doing it.

Last night, after our first round of sex, Aranda tried to go back to her room. She must have been delirious if she thought one round of sex was enough, and I’d let her go back to her room. I tried to get some pussy this morning, but she was adamant about me reserving my energy for the game.

Our timeout ended, and my teammates and I rushed back to the field, returning to our positions. It was our ball, and we were up by one point with three minutes and thirty seconds left on the clock. Once the official blew the whistle, we were back in action.

Reid had the ball, dodging several players on the opposing team before feeding it to Patrick, who immediately fed it to me. I ran, dodging past two defensive players until I could take a shot.

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