Page 27 of Run Game
“Show me,” I say. “Come while you swallow me.” I pick up my pace, using my free hand to grab the still-vibrating toy from where it lays beside me on the bed, pressing it to her clit as I finger her. Her moans get increasingly louder as she gets closer to her release.
“Shhhh, baby you have to be quiet unless you want everyone to hear how good we are together,” I tell her. Icouldn’t give less of a fuck. I hope theydohear us. But I know she’s still not on board with that.
She stops moaning, but continues to give me the best blow job of my life as her pussy begins to tighten around my fingers. “That’s it, Dia. Give me what I fucking earned. Strangle my fingers with your pussy and my cock with your throat.”
That’s all it takes for her to go off like a rocket, her cunt sucking my fingers in as it spasms with her orgasm. I follow right after, jerking my hips up one last time as I paint her tongue with my cum. She doesn’t spill a drop, even as she’s recovering from her release. She somehow swallows it all with me still in her mouth before sliding off of me and giving my tip one last, gentle lick.
“Jesus, fuck,” I say on an exhale. “I’d ask you to marry me, but you already did.” She wipes her lower lip, hitting me with that gorgeous smile. I don’t even give a fuck that she just took my load as I grab her by the back of the neck and haul her to me for a deep kiss. “You okay?” I ask, pressing my forehead to hers. “Was it too much?” Obviously, I wanted to punish her, but I didn’t want to take it too far.
“I’m good,” she whispers. “Really good.”
“Okay,” I say, giving her one last peck on the lips and helping her with her pants before pulling up mine. We both stand and I take a moment to pull her into me for a hug, inhaling her shampoo because I have no idea when I’ll be able to do it again. I bought the same stuff for my own shower months ago, but it doesn’t smell the same on me as it does on her.
“What are we going to tell them?” she says with her face buried into my chest. “We were gone for a long time.”
I grab my phone from the bed, checking the clock tofind that we haven’t been gone as long as I initially thought. “It’s fine,” I say. “The second period probably just started. I bet they didn’t even notice. Most of them were either in the kitchen or making out on the couch when we left.”
“Okay,” she says, opening the door. I’m guessing she expects me to wait like I did when we left the bathroom, but I follow her immediately. Everyone is back in the living room, watching the game that’s already well into the next period.Whoops.
“There you guys are,” Mads says. “Where were you? I thought maybe you disappeared and were off killing each other somewhere.”
My wife goes to speak, but I cut her off. “We were just talking. Dia was apologizing for having such a bad attitude toward me the other day.”
Mads raises a suspicious eyebrow, but thanks to the god of sneaky bedroom blowjobs, she lets it go. “Hmm, okay.” She shrugs, cuddling back into Blaze as Dia and I take our previous spots across the room from one another.
I look over, expecting to see her fuming, but I’m surprised when she just shakes her head and gives me a cute little eye roll.
Maybe she’s warming up to the idea of us after all.
SEVENTEEN
DIA
I’m sittingon the couch in Blaze and Mads’ theater room when my phone rings. I dig it out from between the cushions and see a vaguely familiar number flashing on the screen. I don’t know for sure, but it’s a Chicago area code, so I can make a pretty good guess as to who it is. And I’m not interested in talking. I hit the button to send it to voicemail, which I will delete without listening to later.
Just as I toss it back down and reach for my bag of Nerds Clusters, it rings again.
Take a hint and move on.
I ice the call again, putting my phone on vibrate before getting back to my movie. Blaze took Mads on a quick trip to Nantucket so they could enjoy an ‘unplugged weekend’, as he called it. With all the post-Super Bowl commotion they’ve both had to deal with, they needed a break. The guys still can’t even go to the grocery store without adoring fans stopping to shower them with compliments and congratulations. I know they love it, but it’ll be nice for them to enjoy some peace and quiet, just the two ofthem. Even though it seems like they’ve been together a lifetime, their relationship is still kind of new.
Maverick is on a guys’ trip with his brother, so Bella and I are planning to hang out at some point in the next day or two. I can’t believe I’m just going to casually chill with Bella freaking Simon. If you had told me that six months ago, I’d have told you to fuck right off. I’m just a less-than-average girl from a trailer park on the outskirts of Chicago. I grew up eating ramen noodles and showering with watered down body wash. How I have friends that are world-famous and a husband, temporary or not, that is beloved by football fans all over the country, is beyond me. It’s like a game ofWhich One Doesn’t Belong. I’m the outcast, even though they’ve all made me feel so welcome.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when my phone vibrates, notifying me of an incoming text. I look to find a new message from Dalton.
DALTON: Hey, Wifey. What are you up to?
DIA: Nothing. Watching a movie.
DALTON: By yourself?
DIA: Yes. It’s a normal thing that people do when they’re at home alone and bored.
DALTON: Bored, huh? Want me to come keep you company?
DIA: There are cameras all over this house. You don’t think Blaze and Mads would think it was weird if you just showed up here when I’m by myself?
DALTON: First of all, Mads only checks the cameras if she thinks Blaze might be naked. Plus, his cabin in Nantucket has no cell service and no WiFi. Only a landline. That’s why they went there.
