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I’m still thinkingabout Joanna days later, when the team and I are on the charter bus, heading back home after our away game. We crushed them, thirty-five to seven and I ran in two of the touchdowns like a fucking beast. Everyone says I’m on fire this season. My coaches, my teammates, my dad, my uncle Drew. They’re all texting or calling, letting me know how proud they are of me, which feels good. Better than good.
It feels fucking fantastic.
My opponents gripe about my solid gameplay, and the various media sites are raving over me too. Joanna keeps me on track by reminding me to go to physical therapy, which is doing wonders for my knee. It barely hurts at all now.
Just having her in my life helps. She’s like a balm to my fucking soul.
Leaning back in my seat, I open up the Audible app on my phone, my AirPods already in my ears, ready to listen to the latest book I’ve been assigned to read for English. I’m still not a huge fan of reading, but listening to the audio version is so much easier.
Not ready to listen just yet, I scroll through the books Jo already has listed on her account, something I haven’t really done before. Some of them look like scary thrillers—interesting—and there are a few with bare-chested dudes on the covers.
Hmm. Even more interesting.
One of the books is titledMake a Playand I open it up, the female narrator’s sultry voice immediately fills my ears, sounding as if it’s halfway through the story already. Like Joanna left off at this spot.
He pushedme down onto the bed and I went without protest, landing on my back, a puff of air leaving my lips. I eat him up with my greedy gaze while he tugs off his T-shirt, revealing his broad chest. His lean torso.
His chiseled abs.
My mouth waters and I can’t stop staring. And when my gaze drops to the noticeable bulge in his jeans, I swallow hard.
Is that all him?
I hit pause.
My girl is into some sexy shit.
Glancing around the bus, I’m trying to see if anyone is paying attention to me, but my teammates seem like they’re all in their own little worlds. Most of them appear to be asleep.
Unpausing the story, I continue listening.
When he starts unbuttoninghis jeans, I realize that is definitely all him beneath the fly and down low, I pulse with need. He catches me staring, his hand settling over the front of his boxers, and he grips himself tight, asking me in a rough voice, “You ready for this?”
I nod, scooting up the bed when he approaches it, fear and excitement coursing through my veins. “Oh yeah.”
He rids himself of the jeans and his boxers, until he’s gloriously naked. I stare as if I’ve never seen a naked man before, and while I have, I’ve never seen one like this. With muscles on muscles and the thickest cock I’ve ever laid eyes on.
My gaze jerksto the left. I swear I heard someone say my name, but I think I’m just being paranoid.
This shit is kind of…
Hot.
“Suck it,”he demands, stopping at the foot of the bed.
I move toward him then, positioning myself like the good girl he wants, sitting on my knees, my mouth falling open as I turn wide eyes up to his face. His expression is stern, almost mean, but I see the fire in his gaze.
He wants me as much as I want him.
Slowly, he traces my lips with the head of his cock and I sneak my tongue out to lick at the slit, lapping up pre-cum. He feeds me inch after inch until the head touches the very back of my throat. I calm my breathing, closing my eyes before I suction my lips tightly around him, sucking hard. He groans.
I shift uncomfortablyin my seat, readjusting the front of my jeans.
Jesus.
He fucks my mouth steadily.Over and over. And I take it. I take it like a good girl because that’s all I want to be. His good girl.