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HAWK
High off ofadrenaline after the win, and my near-brawl with that damn Boar, spending time at Waves felt like a punishment. Not that I didn’t like my teammates and our loved ones celebrating us. Of course I did.
But my body hummed, and all I could think of was taking Becca into the bathrooms and fucking her then and there. I refrained. Not just because it would be horrible for both our reputations if we were caught, but she deserved better than a quickie in a sports bar bathroom.
Now, finally, after what seemed like years instead of hours, we were home.
I barely managed to kick the door closed before I pulled Becca's t-shirt off over her head. It mussed her hair. She looked even cuter. My lips locked on hers. She unbuttoned my shirt. I let it fall to the floor.
I tried to undo her jeans. After struggling for a minute or two, I had to break off our kiss to look at what I was doing.
"Three buttons?" I growled. "What sort of punishment is this?"
She laughed as I flicked them aside, one by one.
My mouth found hers again. Luckily I was more adept at pushing her jeans down her hips than I was at unbuttoning them.
I pressed her lightly against the door and kissed her cheeks, her neck. She tasted warm and spicy, like cinnamon. I wondered how she'd react if I suggested eating ice cream or cream off her belly. That was a conversation for another time.
She moaned softly in my ear. The sound made my cock rock hard, just when I thought I couldn't get any harder.
I waited for her to kick aside her jeans and shoes, then grabbed her ass and picked her up. She wound her legs around me, so the front of her panties pressed against the front of my jeans. Only thin fabric between her pussy and my cock.
"Where did you come from?" I whispered.
I knew the answer. She was here all along, I just had to open my eyes and see.
She laughed softly. "When a man and a woman love each other very much…"
I leaned back to look at her and laughed. "That's a bit more biological than I meant."
She smiled. She wasn't wearing any lipstick, and had little makeup on. The natural look suited her. She was sexy as hell.
"I believe you know my origin story," she said softly.
"Yeah," I agreed. "I can't wait for the sequel. I hear it's even better than the first installment." I intended to have a starring role in it.
"It's awaiting some finalisations in the casting." She bit her lip and looked anxiously at me.
"I think I can help with that." I lowered my mouth to hers again, fully intending to eat her all up.
Without taking my mouth from hers, I held her tight and carried her like a precious package to her bedroom. I lay her down gently on top of the covers and sat beside her.
With my fingertips, I traced circles around her body, just gently feeling, memorising every centimetre so I could remember everything later.
"Roll over on your stomach." My voice was half-choked with need. When she did as I asked, I unhooked her bra and pulled it aside, then slid her panties down her legs.
"Nice shade of red," I said before I threw them aside. I gave her ass a little slap to match her panties.
She writhed and giggled. When she didn't object, I slapped her other cheek.
I peeled off my jeans and started to kiss my way down from the back of her neck to her cute little ass. I tickled one cheek with my tongue, before nibbling and gently biting her luscious flesh.
I slipped a hand between her legs and up to the wet warmth of her pussy. She parted her thighs to let me press a finger inside her perfect heat.
"You have the best pussy," I told her. I slid in another finger and fucked her a few times, marvelling at the way she felt, her response to my touch. She seemed to melt a little more by the moment.
