Page 94 of Scoreless Nights

“You know damn well I can’t kiss you without wanting to fuck you. And I can’t play with a hard dick.”

He had lowered my jeans around my thighs and was grinding against my bare ass. His fingers were against my clit and when he wasn’t speaking, his tongue was tasting every inch of my skin he could reach.

I folded over for him, giving him a better angle to push inside of me. When he lined himself up, he pushed hard and I nearly screamed from how good it felt. His free hand found my mouth and covered it as he pumped his hips.

“This is all I needed,” he whispered. “It's impossible to feel pain when being with you feels so fucking good.”

With his hand still over my mouth, I moaned again and started moving my own hips. Cruz took his fingers off my clit and moved them to my ass, spitting on my tight hole before pushing a finger inside of me. He loved playing with me like that, and thought he was pushing a boundary with me, but there wasn’t any part of my body that I didn’t want him claiming.

“Fuck baby.” His breath was ragged and I could tell he was gritting his teeth. “If I didn’t have to be back on that field, I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You’re playing the game wrong,” I moaned, trying to tease him. “This is halftime.”

“You and I have always made our own rules.”

With his finger finding a rhythm with his cock, I was completely done for and started pulsing. My knees nearly gave out but when he had taken his hand off my mouth, he had already wrapped it around my waist, knowing I wouldn’t be able to stand on my own.

He started coming with me, forceful and hard, almost pushing his own finger farther inside of me than he intended. I could already feel the mix of our cum sliding down my legs before he even pulled out and knew I was going to be a mess for the rest of the night.

“You’re going to smell like sex,” he whispered as he pulled out and kissed my cheek. I pulled my jeans back up quickly to contain the mess and then turned around to look at him.

Nothing looked better than a freshly satisfied Cruz Martin. Except for maybe a satisfied Cruz that had just played half a soccer game. It felt like I should have pulled my phone out and taken pictures of him to add to the stash under his old bed. Something I wanted to remember and maybe look at every once in a while.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, finally realizing where we were. “We have to get out of here.”

“Pretty sure the ball boys have been trying to come in for the last five minutes,” he laughed.

I looked around at the chairs and a few tables. It was basically a resting area for the ball boys and luckily for the most part, they were on the field during halftime. But I was panicking and started to open the door to leave.

“Not yet,” Cruz laughed. “I’m gonna head back to the field, you are going to get the blood off your neck.”

“What?”

He held his hurt hand up and shrugged, reminding me that it had been bleeding before he pulled me into that room.

“Oh my God, you needed to get that looked at,” I cried.

“Trust me,” he smiled and leaned down to push his lips against mine. “Nothing is getting past these hands now. Pretty sure they’ve never felt better.”

After a short kiss, he opened the door and made his way to the field, leaving me to figure out how the hell I was going to convince everyone that wedidn’thave sex at the most inappropriate time and place. There were no mirrors in that room, so I did the best I could, and when I opened the door, I realized the ball boys were standing there waiting.

“Oh um,” I laughed.

“Cruz said you didn’t feel well,” one of them shrugged. “So we are waiting.”

“Thank you.” Who knows if they believed me or Cruz, but they were kind enough not to embarrass me if they didn’t. I was just glad the ball boys weren’t actual boys and had enough sense to get back to work once I walked away.

The game was just restarting when I entered the side door from the tunnel and back into the suite. Erin was pacing in the back and when I walked in, she was the first one to see me.

“Oh no!” Her eyes widened and she came rushing to me. Taking my hand, she pulled me toward the back of the suite and into the single bathroom that was thankfully empty.

“Girl you look like you just got fucked,” she whispered. “We need to fix you.”

I looked in the mirror and realized I was worse than I thought. Cruz’s blood was still on my neck in a few places, and on my cheek. My shirt was twisted and my eyes looked about as happy as I had ever seen them.

“I look happy,” I whispered to Erin, who was getting a paper towel wet in the sink.

“It's a good look on you,” she laughed. “Just figured it may not be the best time to sport this particular style.”

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