Page 78 of Scoreless Nights

After having dinner together, we went down to the beach, and walked hand in hand on the edge of the water. Eventually, we started playing around, and I wasn’t sure I had ever laughed so hard, or been happier in my entire life.

Cruz took my sandy hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

We didn’t have our phones with us, and neither of us had a watch, but I knew it was getting late. I just couldn't bring myself to leave that spot on the beach, where everything seemed so simple and easy.

The whole world made sense.

When we finally did get home, we showered together and then fell into bed, making love in a way that felt like so much more than sex. He whispered some words in Spanish and even though I didn’t understand them all, I loved it more than if I had known every word. It was like he was letting himself be a little more honest knowing I wouldn't know what he was saying.

But I felt it.

Our bodies spoke the same language, and he could never deny what his was telling me while he moved his hips between my legs.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms like we always did, completely naked and sated. Neither of us had to be up early since he had a late game, so when my eyes peeled open and I saw it was barely nine in the morning, I turned over and went back to sleep.

When I woke up again, I felt Cruz grinding his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. His lips were against my neck, and he was biting and licking me as his hands found my breasts and he squeezed.

“Cruz,” I moaned his name, knowing he loved to hear me.

“Tilt up baby,” he whispered. “Let me inside of you before I come between your ass cheeks.”

I angled myself so he could slide into my pussy, but I kind of wanted him to come the way he was. Knowing he could just touch me, and still get off, was making me shake, I wanted to see it and feel it.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he held onto me before I could move and used his hand to press my clit. “Don’t you dare.”

“I want to see you come on me, just like you said.”

“And I decided I really want to see you press your clit against my goal post and come just like that, but it isn’t going to happen.”

“I will grind myself on whatever you want me to,” I said honestly, hoping I didn’t sound like an idiot.

“Right now, I want you to press it against my hand and let me fuck you just like this.”

He rolled me over until I was on my stomach, his hand between me and the mattress, and worked my clit while he rubbed his body against mine. His cock was still inside of me, but his body covered mine completely, except for my legs which I had spread wide to give him room.

“Ride my hand,” he demanded. “I have a big game tonight, baby. Make them sticky.”

“You wear gloves,” I reasoned, even though that was not the sexiest thing to say.

He laughed nonetheless, and then bit my ear. “I won’t tonight. I won't need to. I’ll have our cum on my fingers, and poor Los Angeles won’t be able to get anything past me.”

“I’ll be in the stands with your jersey on,” I said, trying to sound as sexy as he was. “I’ll be up there watching you taste your fingers every so often. Just a reminder of what we did, and what we will do again after the game.”

“Oh fuck, Lily. Fuck, that’s it. Fuck…” his voice faded as his hips got jerky, unloading inside of me the way he loved to do.

I nearly screamed as I came with him, unable to resist the way it felt when he lost control. He was grinding a few slow movements, just as his lips found my neck again. I giggled because it tickled, and he laughed, trying to do it again.

“Fuck Lil, you are—”

Screams cut him off, and before I could register what was happening, Cruz was off of me and covering my body with the sheet.

“What the fuck?” He yelled as I flipped over and saw my worst nightmare.

“Mom?”

Ivan and my mom were standing just inside Cruz’s bedroom door with matching horrified expressions. Cruz was trying to cover me and keep his dick covered while I started hyperventilating.

“Out!” Cruz yelled, snapping both Ivan and my mom out of their shock.

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