Page 21 of Playing for Keeps
“Come on.” She commanded. Cameron and I never looked away from one another. I heard the shuffle of my friend and his brother in the back of the house, followed by the closing of the door. Everything else faded away in those following moments, just our heartbeats, our breathing, the pull that existed between us.
We stood at the foot of my bed, Cameron with his shirt off, his fingers brushing along the side of my face, our stares locked. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the world drifting away, leaving just the two of us. He slowly undressed me with such gentleness, the complete opposite. Each time with him felt different, new, exciting, a welcome entrance to pleasure and love. I would disappear with him forever, as crazy as it sounded, or was to think. His touch left a mixture of goosebumps and fire behind their caress against my skin.
I lowered my gaze as my fingers undid his belt, his jeans, before they returned to his lingering stare. I found myself working hard to control my eagerness to see him, feel him, have him as mine. Because that’s what he was, in private, our personal time, he was mine, and I was his. I lowered before him with the removal of his clothing, my palms running up his bare thighs, with my stand before him. I felt comfortable with him, not self-conscious of how I looked, for his loving gaze told me I was all he wanted.
I lowered myself to the bed, with a slow move back, Cameron leaning forward and grabbing my ankles. He pulled me with a yank to him, lifting me from the bed into his arms as though I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around him tightly, securingmy position, and his hands with a hard squeeze against my ass. Excitement grew inside me as he carried me around the bed. As he turned, he sat down at the edge. My ankles uncrossed, and he positioned me just right, my pedals opening for him, my walls clenching around him as he gently guided my pelvis forward.
I lowered my palms around his shoulder with a gasp. The tip of his cock hit deeper than it had before, to my very core. I lifted my legs to a slight bend, pulling myself closer to him with a slow roll of my hips against him. He allowed me control over him, a power I couldn’t deny, only intensified the wave of ecstasy that filled me with each hit of my spot he made. Resting my forehead against his, I moved with a bounce on top of him, feeling his hands keeping me secured against him. I moaned in delight, sitting up straight on him, my movements turned harder, as I rode faster.
I wanted the moment to last forever, though my release was approaching. I leaned back just slightly, allowing Cameron to hit not just my hidden spot but with a smooth rub against my already sensitive bud. He pressed his palm into my backside, leaning forward, his mouth wrapped around my nipple when it happened. A jolt of electricity shot through me. I screamed, and without mercy, without the ability to hold it back, I announced what I knew he waited to hear.
“I’M CUMMING!” I lost control, tossing out modesty.
My body felt light, shaking at the wave of never-ending pleasure. Though Cameron never allowed my movements to stop, he took control of my hips with a tight grip. I screamed louder as he lifted his own pelvis, rolling me harder, faster, against him. I felt another release near and closed my hands around his shoulder as I fell forward with my forehead against his once more. I gasped, unable to make a sound when my body erupted just as he groaned with his own release inside me.
It had been the most powerful experience I’d ever had, one I knew no one could have provided but him. My eyes closed briefly, only to open and find him looking at me. He ran his hands up my bare back as I attempted to control the heaviness of my breathing. It didn’t matter what needed to be done, what lies I needed to tell or to whom, I was not going to be able to walk away from Cameron. This was my new reality, and I relished it.
CHAPTER 20
CAMERON
Our game against the St. Louis Mad Dogs had been a struggle, with both teams engaging in a back-and-forth battle. Though we worked hard, ensuring each play was performed with perfection as the Coach demanded. It was the first game Hannah had traveled for, an action that was noticed by her father, though easily disguised as being with her best friend. Marty and my brother had gone public with their relationship two days before the game, which was circulated through the news and social media sites like wildfire, as we all expected. It was the biggest reason Hannah and I played our union close to the vest.
Coach Marshall wasn’t thrilled about the news; he pulled Easton into his office shortly after the first picture started to circulate. Not that he was able to forbid who a player dated, but the fact that it took attention from the team and the upcoming game only infuriated the coach. If he had this reaction to my brother, I could only imagine his reaction to mine and his daughter. I believe it’s what caused his temper throughout the game, the yelling and calls he made, pushing each of us to a near breaking point. He reminded me of a drill sergeant, not the calm coach we had met at the start of the season.
Over time, not a period anyone liked: the fans, the coaches, or the players. As the clock ran down and the score remained tied, I knew Coach Marshall would not accept this as a good thing. We made our way onto the field to congratulate the opposing team. We couldn’t deny it was a great game, sure, keeping us on our toes. As Easton and I walked side by side off the field, I glanced up to the stands where Hannah sat, giving her a wink, even if she couldn’t see it. She stood cheering, wearing a Jaguars jersey, with Marty in one that had Easton’s number on it. I would have loved to see Hannah in one with my number, but I knew that couldn’t happen.
The team, excited not to have lost after working so hard, filled the room with cheers and happy chatter. We would have loved to bring home the win, but the tie was better than losing, according to the team. Taking off my gear, I grabbed my phone from my locker and saw a text from Hannah with a wink face.
Your presence is required. I’m waiting in the small hallway leading to the player entrance. Get your ass out here.
Swiftly sending her a reply, I tossed the device into my locker, Austin, with a quick movement behind me. “Night out?”
“What you got in mind?” Maximus asked as he approached us.
“Got a private table at Lombardo’s.”
“Shit, I’m game,” Easton replied as he sat down, taking his cleats off.
“Yeah, I’m in,” Maximus replied.
“Peyton, Lombardo’s?” Austin yelled across the room, Peyton giving him a thumbs up as he talked on his phone, surely to his girlfriend.
“Cameron?” I paused, glancing at my brother before giving a nod.
Rushing from the group, I exited the room, making my way to the hallway, where she waited. With a soft grin, I saw her leaning against the brick wall, and I quickly moved to her, my hands on her hips, giving her a deep kiss. It’s all I wanted, all I could think about, the entire game. Just for it to be over and get her back in my grasp, pressing my body against hers, I could have taken her right there, the scent of her jasmine lotion driving my senses wild. Grunting, she brought her palm to my chest and pushed me back slightly, that teasing smile plastered across her face.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” I admitted.
“Yes, well, you’ll have to keep it in your pants, mister.”
I nodded my head and took a step back, locked in a playful stare, when she pushed from the wall and slammed me against the opposite side. I enjoyed it when she took control. It brought out the animal in me. My hands ran down to her ass, gripping it with a hard yank into me. She sucked on my bottom lip before stepping back with a playful grin. “You are such a tease,” I said.
“Just making sure you hurry and shower so you can get back to me.”
Licking my bottom lip, I nodded in agreement. “So, a group is going to a restaurant after we change. I’m sure Marty is going since Easton is, I said I’d go, but if you don’t want…”
“You mean us out in public together?” She quickly asked, bringing a smile to my lips.
