Page 73 of Puck Happens

We would go back to Portland and act like professionals.

Except he was a professional who’d come on my tits and I was a professional who begged him to fuck me harder.

It was starting to feel like we were both self-delusional, believing we could make this be casual when it didn’t feel that way.

Maybe what we really needed to do was wait for the logistics of it all to play out.

The reality was, we were just a few more weeks until my contract was officially over. My hope had always been to leverage my time here into a new job with another team.

In another city.

Maybe there I could find someone who could give me out of control orgasms and Dillon and his fabulous penis would be a distant memory.

I glanced over to where he was sprawled out over the bed. His tree-trunk like legs were spread wide, he had one arm over his eyes, his other hand still cupping my thigh. His big penis was flaccid now, but no less intimidating.

I wasn’t going to do that thing where I made this more important than it was. I wasn’t going to assign some crazy romantic feeling just because we had a lot of fun together and, physically, we were well matched.

Instead, I was just going to lie here next to him, eating all the Doritos I wanted while orange crumbs gathered around me. I wasn’t going to do something as stupid as blurting out…

“What’s next?”

He groaned. “Babe, I’m going to need a few minutes of recovery here. And probably another Gatorade before I can think about what’s next.”

“Not sex, you idiot. What happens next with us? Do you go back to ignoring me?”

He turned his head and peeked out from under his arm. “Please tell me we’re not having this conversation now. You fucked common sense right out of me, Liv.”

I threw my hands up, one hand still clutched around the Doritos bag. “I know! I don’t even want to have this conversation. Ever. But I can’t turn off my freaking stupid brain. I know this is not serious and just for this weekend. But I want to know if you’re going to go back to being an asshole and ignoring me?”

He rolled toward me, throwing his heavy leg over both of mine. I could feel his penis now pressed against my hip.

“Chip me,” he demanded, and I gave him a triangle from the bag. He chewed it thoughtfully. “I’m sorry I was an asshole. I’m not going to ignore you. But you know we can’t do this back in Portland.”

I nodded around the lump in my throat. Of course I knew that. Intellectually.

He rolled away from me onto his back, now both arms up over his head so I could spend some time appreciating his broad chest, the smattering of dark chest hair over his pecs, the contour of his stomach and the way it flattened out.

Dillon was his very own landscape of hills, and mountains of skin and muscle.

I missed his penis touching me already. It was official. I was pathetic.

He sat up, the muscles of his stomach doing all the work, and sighed. It was a sad sound, so sad that I found myself rubbing his back. I smiled at the trail of orange powder I left across his shoulders.

“It sucks, but guys can be assholes about this shit. I even thought about letting Coach know what’s going on. Like keeping things above-board, maybe we sign a consent form or some bullshit. It’s not just about you being on the team though, Liv. Having sex with me would make you a woman first, a coach second. Not just in our locker room, but all across the league. In a male driven space, that’s not good for you.”

“You don’t have to explain misogyny to me, Dillon. I’ve always understood what’s at stake. This was fun, now it’s over, and we move on.”

He looked back at me, his expression somehow managing to be flirty, sad and angry all at the same time.

“That simple for you, huh? A little dick and you’re done with me.”

“Uh…nothing little about that dick,” I said, and he chuckled, breaking some of the tension.

Stop this, I told myself. Stop this now, before you get any deeper. Before it gets any harder. Before you get hurt any more.

“Uh oh. He heard you,” Dillon said, and like a sleek predator he climbed over me, and pressed his hips into mine. “I think he likes you.”

His penis was rock hard, and ignoring my good sense, I wrapped my arms around him.

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