“You feel so fucking good.” I clenched my jaw and forced myself to stay in control even as she started rolling her hips, exploring how deep I was inside her. “You look out of control like this. You’re messy and you look wild. I can see how wetyou are, see your juices smeared across my stomach. You fuck without any pretense, baby, and it fucking lights up my brain like an atomic bomb. This is all you, all fucking raw Cassidy, and it’s intoxicating. I’ve never seen anyone else like this. You lose yourself in us and you give everything. So. Fucking. Beautiful. I could stay buried in you until I die and I’d never get enough.
“The way you can’t keep your eyes open all the way when I hit your g-spot. The way you chew on your lip to stay quiet but scream anyway. The way your chest heaves and your pulse flutters in your throat and you turn pink just before you come…” I groaned loud and long when her body clenched down on my dick. “I want you obsessed. I want you crazy. Goddammit, I want everything, Cassidy. Now fucking ride me.”
She flashed me a wicked grin and did just that. She rode my length up and down, bouncing on it, until she was panting and shaking and I couldn’t hold back. She tipped her head back and slipped her hand between us to touch her clit and my control snapped. I held her over me and powered my dick into her from below, taking her harder and faster while her fingers danced over her clit.
“Come for me, baby.” I forced the words out between gritted teeth as I fought my own pleasure to make sure she came before me. She looked down at me and our gazes locked just as she started to come. I shouted her name as that eye contact broke me. I came hard, shooting my seed as deep as I could get it.
She collapsed on top of me, her cheek over my pounding heart, and milked the last of my come from my dick as her core clamped down on me over and over again.
When I could finally breathe normally again, I stroked her hair and locked my arms around her. “I love everything about you, Cassidy.”
She snuggled even closer and kissed my chest. “Shh. I’m going to sleep now.”
I grinned and grabbed her blanket to pull it over us. “Good. I’ll be here when you wake up, baby.”
57
***Cass***
Itugged at the bottom of my dress and blew a piece of hair out of my mouth. It kept sticking to the lipgloss Aunt Jolene had covered my lips in and I was ready to cut off my lips or my hair, either one. Cheering was nearly impossible because every time I clapped my hands I felt like my boobs were going to pop out. It was infuriating and I felt dumber than ever before. What made it worse was the knowledge that I’d asked for it. I’d gone to Aunt Jolene after spending the day of the game trying to do my hair and makeup only to end up looking like a KISS reject.
She’d done her magic and I’d left the house looking like every other woman at the game. I had curls, mascara, and a dress that would’ve made the people who said I looked like a boy feel like idiots. The material performed some kind of magic trick and gave me more curves than I really had. I looked good. I just felt like throwing a tantrum.
My feet hurt in her heels and all I wanted to do was take them off and throw them into the stands. I felt like I couldn’t enjoythe game and it was a good one. The guys were on fire. The entire team was on fire. Cash had already thrown four beautiful touchdown passes and we were ahead by over twenty points. I should’ve been cheering my ass off the way I wanted to.
I’d been convinced I couldn’t feel worse but Sam Ford made his way to the seat next to me after halftime. He was missing his girlfriend and the way he looked at my tits made me want to throat punch him.
“I almost didn’t recognize you. You clean up nice enough to almost make up for your personality.”
I bared my teeth at him, not giving a shit that there were cameras everywhere. “Something that you could never do with a personality like yours.”
He grinned back at me. “I understand why my boys can’t keep their dicks clear of you. I really, really do. I used to like a woman with that kind of fight, too. Then I realized just how exhausting it is when I could just fuck women who do what I want them to without all the bullshit.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“And you’re a whore. If you plan on sticking around, we might as well get used to each other.” He leaned back in his seat and sighed. “You in love with my boys?”
“You believe in love?”
“Not really. But I know you young girls like to believe in all that flowery shit.” Sam pointed to the field and leaned closer. “Smile like you like me, honey, we’re on camera.”
“I’d rather pluck my eyes out. Let them think I’m just being a bitch.” I leaned away from him and crossed my arms. “Don’t you have a young girl with daddy issues to ruin?”
He laughed like I’d just said the funniest thing but when he leaned into my space and gripped my arm, his grip was bruising. “My boys are going to fall in line and follow in my footsteps, girl. If you plan on sticking around, you’d better learn to put ona pretty face and smile when I say to smile. I run this place. I’ll make your life hell.”
I snorted. “Been there, got the bumper sticker, and fell for the time share, asshole. Don’t threaten me and think I’ll let you bully me around.”
He patted my bare thigh and winked. “I can’t help but like you. I hope you do stick around. Watching you learn to jump when I say jump will be thrilling.”
“You should move away from me before everyone watching gets to see me jab your eyeballs so far back in your head that you’ll see all the repressed shit that makes you so insufferable.”
Sam’s next words were drowned out by the people around us gasping and then the words no one ever wants to hear from the announcers. “There’s a fight on the field!”
I shoved Sam’s hand away and stood up to see better. It was hard to make out who was who with both teams rushing onto the field to either get their teammates away from the fray or to join them. I gripped the railing with shaking hands until I saw what I hadn’t wanted to see. Cash. He was in the middle of the fight, helmet off, throwing punches with a few of the other teams’ players.
I shoved my way past Sam and to the end of the row, knowing that Cash was going to be ejected from the game if he’d started the fight. I kept one eye on the field and nearly lost my mind when one of the opposing team players connected a punch to Cash’s jaw. It was like he didn’t feel it, though, when he went at them even harder. Refs were everywhere, coaches and medical staff alike had players by the pads, yanking them away.
It took West and Hayes grabbing Cash to get him off the field. I reached the tunnel just as I heard what I’d been afraid was coming. Cash was ejected from the game. He would face additional penalties when the smoke cleared, I knew. I hurried to the locker room with my stomach filling with lead. I knew thatCash was going to come in hot and just wanted to be there to comfort him if he needed it.
