“You might wanna grow a few inches, Jelly-bean,” I mutter against her lips. “Bending like this is really fucking with my back.”
She snorts, still pulling me in for more. “Aww. Big strong footballer like you? Maybe it’d be much easier if you lift?—”
I don’t let her finish. I scoop her up, one arm under her thighs, the other around her back, straightening easily before pressing her up against the wall.
“You’re right,” I leaning against her again. “Much better.”
She laughs, breath warm against my neck. “Show-off.”
I glance down at her. “Did that kick really start your period?”
“No.”
I hum. “Hm. Doesn’t matter anyway. I run red lights.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh! A toe sucker and a blood fucker. I can’t wait to tell! Your team is gonna have a field day.”
I chuckle and lift her chin. “I think this is my favorite part of today.”
Her lips brush mine, “I bet it is.”
The kiss is slow at first, then deep. My hands tangle in her hair and hers drag along my back. We didn’t move to have sex, it just happened naturally. When she slides down on me, she hisses out and I swallow it.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I cooed.
“I’m not.”
The scratches along my back beg to differ. I hold her weight up so the force doesn’t do damage. Her hips work so good against me, taking what I give her with pride. I can hear the gushing through the shower.
And it feels good. It feels comfortable.
It’s like our bodies no longer belong to us. A total out of body experience.
We are creating our own steam, separate from the one that surrounds us. My face goes to her neck because if I’m allowed to speak, I’ll say something I can’t take back.
“Jabari,” she moans aloud, not caring if the team could hear. “Jabari…”
My nails dig into the flesh of her rare and I bury deeper and deeper in. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
“I… I…” she arches into me as the orgasm rips through her, pressing all her piercings into my wet skin.
“I know,” I groan, pressing kisses all over her face to fight off my own release. “I know. Me too.”
As the excitement calms, we hold each others eyes, knowing what we both want to say, but refusing to say it.
Yet.
twenty-four
the world is mine.
Jabari.
?Any fieldI step on is mine.
Any woman I lay with is mine.
Any team I’m on is mine.
