He rubs and circles while continuing to pump into me and the combination of him inside me and the friction on my clit sends me right to the edge almost immediately. I’m already feeling my orgasm building with every flick and thrust.
“You ready, Abby?” he growls in my ear as his body is pressed against mine with more weight than I’ve felt before. He brings his lips down to kiss mine and I suck on his tongue the moment it enters my mouth, causing him to move his hand even faster on my aching clit. With one more pulse in and out, I’m falling apart underneath him.
“Yes that’s it, Princess.” He keeps up his momentum as he moves back and forth before taking my legs in his hands and placing them on his shoulders. The change in position feels so good.
“You’re going to give me one more,” he commands as he runs his hands up and down my thighs, squeezing while we both breathe heavily.
“I don’t know if I can. I-I’ve—” Before I can finish telling Ford that I’ve never gone more than once like this, he pushes deeper, harder and faster. Both of us are panting with each bit of movement, the sweat is dripping down my neck, but none of it even phases me. What he’s doing right now, the way he’s making me feel, I never want this to end. He lets one of my legs down, opening me up even more.
With our bodies clashing together and the smacking sound getting louder as we go on, I reach up to pull his lips back down on mine as I come apart underneath him again, his mouth muffling my screams. I feel the jerk of his body and hear the moan from him that tells me he’s coming apart too. He brings his forehead to mine as we both collapse to the bed.
I can officially say that was the best sex of my life. Ford is a man who knows how to please a woman and he’s well aware of it judging by the smirk on his face as I turn to look at him. He gets up and walks over to the bathroom, and as he does I’m watching his muscular body move. Every inch of him is lean, but strong. He hands me a warm towel and grabs the t-shirt he was wearing and tosses it to me.
“You can wear this one.” I don’t miss the tone in his voice when he says that, clearly telling me not to put my brother's t-shirt back on.
I slip into the one he hands me and after getting cleaned up, I stand at the edge of the bed.
“Does this count as hooking up with someone else in the same room?” Ford teases as he pulls me towards him. He’s seated on the bed in his boxers looking up at me and he wraps his arms around my waist.
“This is about as close as I’ll ever get, so I think I’ll check it off the list.” It makes me laugh knowing he remembered that from the game we played the first night we met. Ford pulls at the hem of the t-shirt he gave me, it’s black with the Tampa logo on it and it smells just like him, woodsy and masculine.
“Fuck, you look beautiful wearing my shirt.” He bites at my nipple through the shirt before I pull away with a laugh.
“Okay, Anderson. It’s time for bed.” Grabbing my other t-shirt from the floor and my phone off the table, I lean in to give him one more hug and he wraps me up in the tightest embrace, like he doesn’t want to let go and I don’t want him to either, but we both know I can’t stay.
“You’re incredible, Abby. I’m going to be thinking of your tight little pussy all night. I’ll be lucky to get any sleep,” he whispers in my ear.
“Well you better try, you have a big game tomorrow.” I quickly tease and pat him on the arm before turning away. He does a half groan, half laugh as I’m walking towards the door.
“G’night, Princess.”
“Night, Anderson.”
We’ve been on a hot streak for the last three weeks, winning every game by a long shot. This weekend is Halloween and there’s an event going on at the Rec Center. Thankfully as well, it's our bye week and I don’t have a game I need to be prepping for. Today after practice, Coach Aarons gave us one hell of a mid-season speech. We’re sitting pretty right now and he wanted to drill into us that even though we’re looking good in the standings, there are still plenty of things for us to clean up.
“And the holding penalties? Done. No more, men. Whether it affected the outcome or the game or not, it doesn’t matter. Cleaner football needs to happen if we plan on being a contender in the postseason.” He’d spoken with such certainty in his words. He never stutters or hesitates when he speaks. He’s straight forward and doesn’t beat around the bush. We all nodded our heads as he went on about the rest of his expectations for this season and then he dismissed us for the weekend, reporting back on Tuesday after the bye week.
“I barely even tugged his fucking jersey,” Chase says as he tosses his helmet when we get in the locker room. Both calls last game were on Chase, and I know he doesn’t think he fucked up, but watching the game tape, they were pretty obvious. But I’m not telling him that.
“We still won. Doesn’t have to be pretty, just needs to get done,” I tell him, slapping my hand on his shoulder. My phone flashes with Abby’s name as a text from her comes in and I grab my phone quickly so Chase doesn’t catch it.
“What’s with the fast reflex there, Anderson? Hiding something?” He laughs, but I know if he knew the truth he’d be doing anything but that.
“Nah.” I try to casually change the subject by asking him about his Halloween plans.
“My sister has something going on with the kids at school tonight that she asked me to help with. She needs a Hulk.”
I let out a laugh at the same time Graham and Nate walk over to us.
“If your sister needs a Hulk, tell her look no further,” Graham spits out as he flexes his arms.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Chase seethes through his teeth as he finishes getting dressed.
I don’t say another word, just thank my lucky stars that Chase has no idea about the things I’ve done with his little sister.
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Please tell me you’re dressing up as a sexy Black Widow tonight.
