I lifted my hips and moved my panties down my legs, leaving me naked in front of him. His eyes hovered over my breasts and then between my legs.
“Part your thighs, I want to see your pussy.” His eyes were hooded with desire now, his erection prominent through his sweats.
I spread my legs, the need for him to fuck me greater than any shyness I had.
“Touch yourself.” He pushed his sweats off over his hips, his underwear barely concealing anything.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering what he’d do if I kept my hands still. Slowly, he traced up the outline of his cock with a single finger, then pushed down the material exposing his erection, taking it in hand.
“Touch yourself, else I’ll jack myself off and you’ll have to do it yourself anyway.” He started to move his hand up and down his length, slowly. Torturously.
I gave in. Any stubborn streak that I possessed was too easily erased by him, unless we were competing, although that was what we were doing right now. I wanted him to touch me, to fill me up and have me come on his cock. He was trying to prove that he was the master of that.
He could win this competition. Gladly.
I pushed my boobs together, squeezing them, toying with my nipples in the way Rowan liked to do. I left one hand there, sliding the other down between my legs and through my folds, slickness coating my fingers and my inner thighs. I was unashamedly turned on, rubbing my clit while watching him toss himself off.
“Turn over, ass in the air.”
The pounding from my heart met the same beat as the pulsing in my pussy, my head turned round to watch Rowan move behind me, his handing grasping my hair, wrapping it round his fist. The other hand came underneath me, running over my breasts, before dipping between my legs, flicking my clit, then fingering me, the thickness of his digit getting me ready for his cock. There would be no orgasm to warm me up, this was going to be fierce and hard, Rowan needing to dominate me, and I was happy to let him.
His hand came from between my legs to my mouth. “Suck.” The finger that had been inside me pressed at my lips. I opened as he asked and licked it with my tongue, before sucking it, tasting myself.
“Fuck.” Rowan pulled my head back a little more, his fingers disappearing from my mouth. “Hold the headboard.”
I did as I was told, taking grasp of the bars as I felt his cock at my entrance. His first thrust was shallow, just the tip and then emptiness. The second filled me completely, rough, hard. I was possessed, exactly what he meant me to be.
“Only one man gets to do this with you. Only one man gets to fuck you. Me. No one else.” His hand was soft in my hair, but on my hip, he grasped tightly, using his purchase to keep up the rhythm, deep, firm thrusts that filled me fully with his cock each time.
I didn’t know where I was or what I was called by the time I came. He had owned my body, possessed it and he could now do what he wanted with what was left. His speed increased, telling me how much he’d been holding back as he’d waited for me to find my release first. I felt his cock pulse inside me as he came, pressing my clit with the hand that had been on my hip and causing another wave of pleasure to soak me.
We stilled, his hips slowing, his hands supporting me as we lay on our side, his cock still buried deep in me, his arms holding me close.
He kissed the spot where my shoulder met my neck, nipping the skin gently with his teeth. “Any questions about who you’ll be living with in the future?”
I laughed quietly, enjoying being in his hold, loving this closeness. “The end of the season, you said?”
“Or sooner. If I can persuade you.”
I tipped my head round for a kiss. “Have to see how good your persuasive techniques get.”
He just laughed. He already knew the answer to that.
CHAPTER19
Rowan
The passfrom Jesse was sweet, perfectly placed which was exactly what he was paid to do. I faked a move left and rounded the defender, ignoring whatever shit came out of his mouth and plundered forward towards the goal. Given my size and bulk, I shouldn’t be speedy, but no one had told my body that, and I took off, nutmegging another defender on my way towards goal. Jesse had gotten lost somewhere further back, probably trying to pull a couple of players away from me, and our other striker was still down in the centre circle.
The only person who was going to be putting the ball in the goal right now was me.
I looked up, saw the keeper had come off his line, debating whether to come further out and go for the ball now. His hesitancy made the decision for me, and I chipped the ball into the goal, top left corner, possibly one of the sweetest goals I’d scored all season.
I didn’t head to the corner flag, even though our fans were there. I headed to the bench, because just above it, Dee was watching with Toby, and this goal like every one I’d scored this season, was for them.
The crowd was deafening. Gus was having what looked like a bad dancing moment on the touchline, and Jesse was lifting me up in a way I hoped he never repeated off the pitch. We were in injury time and had come back from a one goal deficit, Jesse grabbing the equaliser five minutes ago, and me now scoring what should be the winning goal.
The next thirty seconds went by without me noticing. United kicked off again, passed it twice and the ref blew for full-time. Our supporters erupted, the stands filled with cheers and noise and chants.
