Page 116 of Playing to Win
“…so fucking beautiful. You take my cock so good, Red. Yeah, baby.”
He presses his fingers right at my clit and I cry out. I am basically bouncing on this man’s dick and at one point, I fear I might break it in half, but he’s encouraging me at first. Until his hands slide down to my hips, his grip tightening as he murmurs, “Keep still.”
“Wha…”
Ace thrusts up into me again and again. Hard. Harder. His entire body flushes red, the cords in his neck standing out, the muscles in his arms strained. He fucks me, grunting with every thrust, making me moan. Making me lose all sense of myself and my body until I’m nothing but lust and hormones and tingling sensations that make my toes curl.
That first spurt of semen floods my body and I squeeze my inner walls, gripping around his shaft, making him groan. He’s pressing against my clit, tight little circles that ratchet up the intensity until I’m coming too. My pussy throbs, squeezing him over and over until I collapse on top of him in a sweaty heap, my face in his neck.
My lips on his skin.
His big hands land gently on my butt, massaging me there, his cock still embedded in me. We lie like that for I don’t know how long. The room silent save for our pounding hearts and rapid breaths. I close my eyes and swallow hard, wondering if I’ll be able to climb off him or if I’ll just slide off and land on the floor in a puddle when he murmurs…
“Want to do that again?”
A contented sigh leaves me and I brush a kiss to his chest. “Yes, please.”
THIRTY-SIX
RUBY
It’slike this for a month. Four glorious weeks of illicit meetings with Ace behind closed doors. Always at my place because for some reason, Natalie is never around much anymore. When I see her on those rare occasions and ask her about it, she always gives me some off-hand excuse about classes and work and how she doesn’t have a lot of time with her intense schedule, and I eventually stopped asking because I felt bad.
I’m over here having the absolute time of my life, while she’s working her ass off and I have major guilt.
But I don’t feel guilty enough to stop because why would I? Ace Townsend is, frankly put, a sex god.
And he’smysex god.
His unwavering interest in me is giving me the self-confidence boost I never knew I needed. That this gorgeous, athletic, smart, everyone-wants-him man is interested in me and no one else?
It’s heady stuff. His attention toward me makes me feel like I could possibly conquer the world.
When I came back to my home state to attend college at CU, I wasn’t feeling that confident. More like I believed I was a complete failure. I left Colorado in the hopes to find a different life and I couldn’t cut it.
I was low. Even feeling a little alone. My parents are in California. My sister took off and is living her best life as a devoted NFL girlfriend, and my brother is actually in the NFL. They’re living our parents’ life while I felt like a giant fuck-up.
Well, not anymore. Now I’m on top of the world. I have a handsome, sexy, successful man who’s totally into me and I’m doing well in my classes. And at my job.
Ugh, my job. I need to stop reminding myself.
That’s the only difficult part. The sneaking around and keeping our relationship under wraps. It hasn’t been easy for Ace. He’s offering up all sorts of excuses to his teammates and his roommates as to why he can’t hang out or why he’s always leaving and I think it’s wearing on him.
I know it would wear on me.
It’s almost a relief when he has an away game because then we’re forced not to see each other for a little while. Despite it being absolute torture and I can’t stand being away from him for too long, it’s also a lesson in learning how to be adults and deal with separation in a mature manner.
Okay, that sounds like a load of crap, but I’m trying to convince myself that I’m growing up.
My biggest issue currently is lying to Gwen. We’ve become even closer these last few weeks and she’s been telling me everything about her and Eric. I’ve become her relationship guru, which is hilarious because I don’t know shit about having a real relationship, but Gwen has put all her trust and faith in me. Any bit of advice I dole out, she takes it. She believes in it. She believes in me.
And that hurts. It cuts to the bone. I watch her and Eric fall for each other harder as every single day passes, and I’m jealous. They don’t have to hide their feelings. Everyone can know, though I doubt very much Marilee is aware of it—or anyone else who’s part of the athletic department administration.
There aren’t any rules or clauses in the agreement that we signed that say they can’t be in a relationship, so they’re safe. Unlike me.
I want to tell Gwen the truth about me and Ace, but I’m so scared that she’s such a little rule follower, she might end up confessing our sins.
And I know I would get fired.
