Page 72 of Broken Hearts
Taking Sienna’s hand, I pull her to her feet and weave back through people to get to the hallway.
“Where are we going?” she asks, giggling as I practically drag her toward the room on the other side of mine.
I wave the key card in front of the lock and push the door open.
“Whose room is this?”
“Does it matter?”
“No.” She smiles at me. “Not unless your coach is going to walk in on us.”
“No more talking about my coach.” I sweep her hair away from her neck and seal my mouth to her sensitive skin.
I scoop her up and look for somewhere to set her that isn’t my teammate’s bed. I settle for the desk, dropping her to it and stepping between her legs.
She fists my hair and presses her tits against my chest as I devour her mouth. My heart pounds in my chest, and if the way she’s meeting me pant for pant is any indication, so is hers.
“You okay?”
“So okay.” She pulls me to her and goes for the button of my jeans, then pushes them down until my dick springs free.
I’m frozen, watching as she hops down and pushes her skirt to the ground, leaving her in the smallest black piece of material I’ve ever seen.
She hops back onto the desk, but the height’s all wrong.
“Bed?” she suggests.
“I have a better idea.” I hoist her up and carry her to the bathroom. The vanity is covered in products, but I sweep a hand to clear it and set her on the stone top.
“What is it with you and bathrooms?” She giggles through the question while I push her panties to the side and circle her clit with my thumb.
“It’s you. I can’t seem to bring myself to care where we are. I just need to be inside you.”
Her hands are braced on the edge of the vanity showing me the front of her watch. It’s some sort of sport watch she wears all the time to view her heart rate as well as the time. I glance at it, noting the numbers steadily increasing. That’s normal, right? Mine is definitely thrumming faster.
I try to go slow, but it’s been several days without her and I need her in every sense of the word. Also, my stomach growls.
“Was that your stomach?” she asks with a laugh, but then moans as I push two fingers inside of her.
“I haven’t eaten since the game,” I admit.
“Maybe we should stop and feed you.”
“I’m not that hungry,” I protest but my stomach makes another gurgling noise.
Laughing, she pushes at my chest with a sigh. “I saw a vending machine by the elevator. Let’s feed you.” She hops down from the counter and starts getting dressed.
“But, but…” I motion to my dick.
“We’ll come right back.”
“Or we could keep going and then eat.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, I admit.”
She tosses me my pants. “What my baby wants, my baby gets.”
