We pushed inside at the same time, and I had to muffle a moan, burying my head into the crook of her neck, Inés swearing in Spanish under her breath.
I felt so full. We moved in sync, hips bucking against hands, thighs grazing, racing each other.
It was a competition but who would be the winner? The person to orgasm first, to use the other hardest? Or the person to force the other over the edge, to earn that satisfaction from the other?
I drove myself into her, the feeling of her body against mine pushing the limit of my pleasure higher. She felt so fucking good. Her hand down my shorts, her fingers deep inside me. The hot breath against my shoulder from her hushed moan.
We hurtled towards the finish line together, legs buckling under the weight of our own bodies, forcing us to use each other to keep from collapsing to the floor, to keep our hands working in sync. Until I snapped, unable to hold back. Inés followed me down, my fingers working every single second of the orgasm from her.
My head rested against her shoulder, sticky with sweat, her chestrising and falling rapidly below me. We stood in an awkward position, hands down each other’s shorts, her legs tangled up with mine, our bodies pressed together.
“Good girl.” She kissed my sticky forehead, her skin flushed hot against mine. “Don’t worry, you’ll win one of these days.”
I lifted my face to meet her gaze, confusion burrowing across my brow.
“You think I’m the loser here?” I said, astonished. “I don’t think so.”
She rolled her eyes, her head back against the wall. “Don’t be sore about it, that’s no way to lose.”
I withdrew my hand from her skirt, gripping at her hip. I looked her dead in the eyes. “Inés Costa, I won and you know it.”
“Get on your knees and prove it.”
So I fucking did.
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COSTA’S BIG BREAK: A SHOCKING WEEK ONE AT FLUSHING MEADOWS
In a stunning upset, Spanish sensation Inés Costa triumphed over the bookies’ favorite Scottie Sinclair in the third round at Queens today. The thrilling match stretched to three sets, with Costa edging out Sinclair 6–4, 3–6, 7–6 in a nail-biting tiebreaker finale.
Sinclair, fresh off her Wimbledon victory, was gracious in defeat, saying, “If I was going to be knocked out by anyone in this competition, I’d have hoped it was her. I’ll be rooting for Inés until the end.”
The first week of the tournament has been full of surprises, with Costa’s success the most talked about moment so far. But can the Spaniard carry this momentum all the way to the final?
As the second week begins, top names like Dylan Bailey, Chloe Murphy, and Liang Wei remain in contention, promising more drama as the competition heats up at Flushing Meadows.
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@oncourtbaddie: Did you see Chloe in the crowd for the tiebreak? Trust her to only show up to try and steal the show.
@realtennisfan: They kept showing Chloe watching her? Like, hello, I’m here to watch the tennis?
@sinclairsinner: Honestly can’t wait for them to break up.
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Too Much—girl in red
“How does it feel to win today? In front of a home crowd?” a journalist asked, standing up from the crowd of press. It hadn’t even been half an hour since I crawled away from the quarter-final match. It had gone long, a battle of wills between Dylan and I.
But in the end, it was me who won the third set.
I managed a smile, despite the exhaustion, all too aware of the cameras pointed at me. “It’s better than I could have dreamed. The audience here is fantastic, they keep the energy alive on the court.”
Calvin caught my gaze, standing off to the side, out of view. It was easy to spot the security guard behind him, waiting to escort me out to the car.
