Page 81 of Forever Offsides

One of her legs snakes up my chest to my shoulder, and I rise to my knees, holding her knee and her hip. Her cunt is so fucking tight like this, I’m dripping with sweat and gritting my teeth so I don’t come too soon. As it is, I’m already so close. Months of buildup and only getting my hand instead of the real thing.

“Yes. Oh god, yes, please keep doing that.”

My ass cheeks clench, and I hold steady, swinging my hips and pistoning in and out of her. She feels so good. So unbelievably good. Too fucking good. She whimpers and brings me back down to her so she can kiss me and hold my face in her hands. We’re all breath and teeth and messy.

“Oh god. Don’t stop. I’m…”

Before she can finish, her eyes pinch closed, her head falls back, and she tightens around me as she shatters beneath me. I watch her face as she comes apart, my breath stalled in my lungs.

I kiss her hard, the feel of her coming on my bare cock enough to send me over the edge. I shoot inside of her, my dick jerking and sputtering as I fill her up. I clutch her, never wanting to let her go as my orgasm wracks through my body, leaving me euphorically spent. I want her to stay in my bed and sleep beside me. I want to wake her up and slip inside of her again. I want to order room service and see her in nothing but a robe, messy hair, and a smile.

I want all the things.

What I don’t want is for her to get dressed, kiss me goodbye, and slip out my door. Like she’s doing now.

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QUINN

Ididn’t want to leave, but I knew if I stayed, if we went another round or two, I wouldn’t. I’d fall asleep in his bed, in his arms, and I couldn’t do that. He knew it too. He didn’t try to stop me, but I could see he wasn’t happy about it either.

Thankfully, by the time I get to my room, everything is quiet. I don’t hear anything coming from the room beneath mine, and I sink into bed and fall quickly to sleep, only to be woken by a loud noise. I bolt upright, my hair landing across my face, and I scramble to brush it out of my eyes. My blood pressure skyrockets, and I reach for my phone only to hear the sound again and realize it’s not coming from my phone.

It’s coming from my door.

What the hell?

I squint, noticing the sunlight creeping through the cracks in the curtains. My phone says it’s a little after eight, and I groan, shocked I slept this late when I haven’t slept past seven since college.

Another round of knocking and I climb out of bed, throw on a T-shirt and joggers, and peek through the hole.

“You better have coffee with you,” I warn before I open the door.

Crew is standing on the other side of the door, showered and dressed in his gameday gear.

“No, but it’s on its way. I ordered room service for us.”

I open the door wide, and he pushes past me. “No Mason?” I ask.

“Nah. He was on the phone with Sorel and Nolan and said he’d grab something before the bus takes us to the field.”

I shut the door and point to the table. “I’ll be back. Make yourself comfortable.”

“How were you still asleep? Late night with your medical crew?”

I hold in my smile as I go into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. I don’t answer him because I don’t like lying to my brother. More than that, Crew is my twin, my other half, and he knows me too well, including the rare occasions when I do lie.

I’m not sure how well Crew would take me sleeping with his coach.

The large age gap aside, a player’s coach is a big deal to them. These guys live, breathe, and bleed for their team, and in season, spend more time with them than they do their families. With that, they’re a brotherhood, and that includes the coaches.

A pang of guilt hits me.

The last thing I want is to cause an issue or disruption. And how will I explain this to Crew or Mason when I’ve already held so much of this back?

There’s a tap on the door, and Crew calls out that he’s got it. It’s likely our room service, but I hear him talking, his voice growing louder, and I crack the door open with my toothbrush hanging from my mouth and toothpaste suds all over my teeth and tongue so I can hear better.

“Dude, you shouldn’t be showing up at my sister’s room.”