She pulls her phone out of her pocket. "I should probably get your number so we can coordinate our schedules."
Wanting to get her out of here as soon as possible I rattle off my number and open the door for her. Her eyes grow even wider as I usher her outside and close the door behind her.
I turn around to Duncan, my jaw set. "Who was that?"
"She’s my teammate's fiancée." Duncan shakes his head from side to side. "What are the fucking chances?"
I rake my fingers through my hair, willing myself to relax. "Do you think she’s going to go to the press?"
"No. Worst case is she’ll tell Young Gun."
"Young Gun?"
"Sorry, Aiden, our goalie." He winces. "She might tell the WAGs too."
"WAGs?"
"Wives and Girlfriends. You have a lot of terminology to catch up on."
"Do you trust these people?"
"I do."
"Are they going to mess this up for me?" For us.
"No." The conviction in his tone soothes me and I relax a fraction.
Which causes the plug to twitch.
It serves as a reminder of what we were about to do. I take in Duncan’s naked body and slowly pull his hand away from his cock and slide it under my t-shirt. His touch pulls everything inside me taught and my ass clenches around the plug pulling a satisfied sound from my throat.
"Charming. Get upstairs now."
I turn and he slaps my ass sending molten waves of lust through me. I watch him pull a dining room chair over and prop it under the door handle.
He then turns to me, grips himself, and takes the stairs two and a time to catch me.
Laugher leads me into the bedroom and I pull off my t-shirt as Duncan unfastens my jeans. His lips take mine as I step out of the denim and we become a mess of limbs.
I cannot believe I felt satisfied by sex alone.
We fall onto the bed together and Duncan pulls my thigh up to his hip. The tips of our cocks brush and I moan into our kiss. His hand squeezes my ass cheek before moving to my crease.
"Charming, are you wearing a plug for me?" He asks as he twists the end driving me insane with need.
"Yes." I mumble as I pull his lips back to mine.
"Show me." He pulls back and comes up to his knees, stroking himself with one hand as he adjusts his glasses with the other so his eyes can more carefully devour me.
I get on all fours and show him my backside. My cock hanging heavy between my legs. Duncan leans forward, bracketing my ass in his hands and I’m lost to sensation as he licks from my balls all the way up to my low back before switching to gentle kisses up my spine.
I arch into him, arms shaking, and when he’s reached my neck he nips and gently guides my head down to the mattress.
My arms fold and I feel already on the edge of orgasming when he drags his fingertips down the center of my back. It makes me want to tattoo a line there for him to follow.
"Ready for me Charming?"
"Yes, please Duncan."
