Page 2 of Sportsball is for Lovers

His touch is light, not nearly enough pressure, and I’m dead certain he knows that, the bastard. He smirks at me, his mouth on my breast, as I struggle against his grip.

He’s got me.

His hips piston into mine, and as he finally relents and rubs me with firm, even circles, I finally, finally break. My skin feels extraordinarily tight. Pleasure courses through me and lights me up from my head to my toes.

All of a sudden, he pulls out, and I’m left clenching around nothing.

Throwing my head back against the pillows, I close my eyes tight, trying to keep the moisture at the corners from leaking. I am so goddamn frustrated I might spontaneously combust.

But then J is moving down the bed. He slides three fingers into me and lowers his mouth to my clit. The contact sends me spiraling again, or maybe still. As he puts pressure on my front wall and sucks on my clit, my hips move of their own volition, a desperate plea for more.

He releases my hands and immediately I move them to his hair, riding his face. The fist previously around my wrists moves to my face. His thumb traces my bottom lip and immediately I open, sucking the first two fingers into my mouth like I sucked his cock when this all began.

And then it’s gone, and he’s shifting, and suddenly his blunt, wet finger is pressing against my ass. I arch my hips up, and his dark eyes flit to mine, asking for permission. Checking for consent.

My profile says I’m down for anal, and honestly, right now, the way he’s lighting up all my pleasure spots… I’m wound so tight, there is very little I’m not open to exploring with him.

“Do it.” My voice comes out hoarse, broken.

Slowly, slowly, so fucking slowly, he pushes his fingertip inside. Not all the way—I’m not stretched, and saliva isn’t adequate lube, but…

Pleasure erupts in my body like a firework, and I’m helpless to the sensations wracking my body. He keeps going even after I’m done, and as his finger presses further into my ass, the tremors go on and on forever.

Finally, I collapse, spent. I can’t take any more.

J rises up onto his knees. His cock is still hard, an angry purple, and as he peels off the condom and wraps his fist around himself, I find myself suddenly interested again.

With a few quick strokes, he’s spraying all over my chest. His release is hot and sticky on my skin, and he moves his mouth back to my clit, his tongue laving over my sensitive flesh hard and fast.

The second orgasm might be a continuation of the first. I just know that I’m unable to do anything but ride the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

He drops onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving and his face red, a happy smile on his face.

Basking in the afterglow, I stretch from my head to my toes, pliant and loose. There’s nothing like a good fuck to put me in a good mood.

After a moment, he rolls out of bed and disappears into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet towel. Kneeling over me, he thoroughly cleans me, then tenderly wipes his release from my skin.

His phone trills on the dresser, and he looks back at it with surprise.

“Wife?” I manage. My heart hammers in my chest.

He shakes his head.

“Girlfriend?”

“Work,” he sighs. He presses his forehead to my thick belly, then exhales and forces himself upright. Scooping his pants off the floor, he gets dressed, tucking his dress shirt into his pants and throwing his suit jacket over his arm. “This was…”

“It is what it is,” I tell him, heading off any platitudes. “I knew what I was getting into.”

We met on a freaking kink app. We’re both in town for a short period of time.

Of course it wasn’t ever going to be anything more than easy, meaningless sex.

“I’ll call you,” he says.

Rolling my eyes, I pull the sheets up over me and snuggle into them. “No, you won’t, and that’s okay.”

“If we’re ever in the same city again…” He trails off.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

The man I know only as J gives me a small smile, almost shy. “See you around.”