Chapter 20 #2
In my injured state, Alex took the lead. His hips swayed, slow at first, giving each motion meaning and emotion. With wide, flustered eyes, he fixed his gaze on mine, moaning with each quicker sway. I used my free hand to massage his cheeks, helping accelerate his movements.
Before I knew it, my hips were thrusting into him as he rode my dick. Even with a fresh injury, I couldn’t let him do all the work while I sat around and watched.
“Fuck, River,” Alex panted.
Taking the invitation, I put all my strength into one hip thrust. That singular thrust created a full-body jolt and yelp out of Alex, and made pride swirl in my chest. His eyes went big, and his already probing fingernails dug deeper into my skin.
I whispered against his neck, “I think I found it.”
Alex let a breathless chuckle into my ear before he swayed his hips again.
His flustered face only grew redder as he fucked himself on me, faster and harder than I’d seen him before.
My hips moved with a natural rhythm toward him, and I felt my climax coming, wondering if he was ready too. I didn’t have to wonder for long.
“I’m… so close,” Alex whined.
Perfect. I took my hand from his cheek, wrapped it around his dick, and pumped like my life depended on it. Overstimulated, my boyfriend came in a matter of seconds. I held him close as I came right after he did.
We collapsed onto my bed, sweaty and sticky, and Alex curled himself into me like he always did. As our breaths evened out, I rubbed his back while watching my cum leak from his ass.
Minutes passed, and I thought he’d fallen asleep until he stirred. “Are you good?”
“I think my ass will be sore.” He laughed bitterly. “But yes.”
“Sorry, bunny.” I ran my hair through his brown strands. “But you did so well.”
Alex peered up at me. “Really?”
“So fucking good.”
I didn’t think his cheeks could get any redder, but they did. Smiling at his freckles, I gave him a quick, lingering kiss on the forehead, right before my phone rang and grabbed my attention.
When I reached for the nightstand, Alex’s embrace tightened around me. I met his gaze. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Those few words lifted every worry my boyfriend had right off his shoulders. I picked up my phone and saw the caller ID that read Carson. We were in the same house, so what was he calling me for?
I answered it. “What’s up?”
“Did you hear the news?” Car asked giddily.
“What are you talking about?”
“The one thing we’ve all been riding on? The conference game, you idiot!”
If Alex weren’t draped over my chest, I would have sat up as I gasped. “Are you saying what I think you are?”
“Are you in love with Alex Pierce?” he asked rhetorically, as if the answer was common knowledge. I didn’t respond, and I was so grateful I didn’t have my loud-mouthed brother on speaker. “The answer is yes, River.”
I wasn’t completely upright, but I sat up enough to make Alex flinch and sit up as I roared. “We won the game? We’re going to March Madness?”
“We’re going to March Madness!” Carson shouted at the top of his lungs.
Alex’s hand flew over his mouth. “You guys won?”
Practically on the verge of happy tears, I nodded. “Yeah, they beat those dirty assholes, and we’re going to March Madness!”
Pink lips pressed against mine in an aggressive, but endearing, kiss. I pulled him closer to me, though we were already chest to chest, and for a second, I forgot Carson was on the line.
As I drew away from the kiss, my thumb brushed over his bottom lip. I couldn’t take my eyes off his plump lips. “Let’s celebrate in an hour, Car.”
“Definitely, man,” he said. “If I’m home by then.”
My brows narrowed. “Where the hell are you?”
Carson paused. “Lola’s.”
Lola’s sweet voice greeted, “Hi, River and Alex.”
“Hey,” we both replied when I pointed out who it was to Alex.
“River,” Lola started, “I just want to say that you kissing Alex in front of the whole stadium was the sweetest thing ever. The other girls and I were swooning. You two are so cute together.”
Good to know others found it as romantic as I intended it to be.
“Thanks, Lola.” I lowered my eyes when I felt a hand run up my thigh. With a seductive grin, Alex let his hand inch closer and closer to my groin, and my dick was sprouting up as we spoke. It was time to let Carson and Lola go. “Alright, dude. We’ll celebrate later.”
I didn’t hear his goodbye before I hung up the phone. My body tensed as Alex’s finger grazed my head, collecting the precum.
My fingers gripped his hair. “Are you sure you want to start this again?”
“This is my present to you for winning the game.” He lowered himself to eye level with my hard-on. “And after this, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. After that, you have to hold me and never let go. Okay?”
“Whatever you need,” I whispered. “I see someone’s horny.”
Alex’s tongue glided over my tip, and then he peered up at me. “Only for you.”
The second we secured the win, Coach spammed our phones with texts regarding meetups and practices leading up to the NCAA.
He talked about Selection Sunday, which was when we would find out where and who we were playing.
Then, he gave us our practice schedule, which was every day until Thursday—the day we’d leave for the hotel.
Since the timeline before March Madness was so narrow, we had practice on selection day. The team gathered together to watch the broadcast on TV, which Coach set up in the locker room. He even brought some athlete-approved snacks to drive home the excitement of the watch party.
It was revealed on the big screen that we would play in Indiana. Advancing to regionals, which we’d play in another state, would happen if we won against them and the following team. NCAA was a game of a lot of advancing, but making it even this far was more than we could ask for.
If only my dad could see me now.
After more celebrations for advancing to March Madness, Coach told us to get ready for the most gruesome practices of our lives. With my arm still injured, I couldn’t practice, but Coach said if I rested it until the game, I might be good enough to play a bit. He didn’t have to worry. I’d be ready.
As I sat on the bench while the others changed, I couldn’t help but think about how far away I would be from Alex.
I had been away from him for over seven years, and I only just got him back. The thought of being apart for more than a day made my skin crawl, but I was more worried about how Alex would feel.
Sometimes he acted like I was a jungle gym with the way he climbed atop me and entangled himself in me. Don’t get me wrong—I wasn’t complaining, but it made me worry about how he’d fare with me being away.
If it weren’t for the fact that he had to babysit Millie today, he’d be in my bedroom waiting for me to get home from practice. I wished I could take all the credit and say he was simply attached to me, but I knew part of it was him wanting to be away from his disgusting roommate.
Speaking of the aforementioned disgusting roommate…
Salem stood in the corner of the locker room, already dressed and ready for practice, as he scrolled through his phone.
My blood boiled at how casually he stood, as if he wasn’t causing my boyfriend unnecessary stress because he didn’t want to clean up after himself.
As much as I loved that Alex had an excuse to stay with me, someone needed to put Salem in his place.
The locker shook as I leaned against it, startling Salem. “Hey.”
“Uh, hey?” Salem raised an eyebrow.
I glanced casually at my fingernails. “Do you enjoy being filthy?”
He wasn’t getting me. “What?”
“Do you enjoy leaving messes everywhere you go and expecting others to pick up behind you?”
Finally getting it, Salem’s hands raised. “Look, dude. If this is about Alex, I never told him to pick my shit up.”
“But you know he isn’t going to let it stay there.” I leaned down to his eye level. “You’re dirty, you’re a prick, and you aren’t very good at basketball. What do you have going for you, man?”
I ticked the list off my fingers and earned a harsh scowl from Salem as he tried to walk away. “Piss off.”
My hands pushed against his chest, not enough to knock him down, but to stop him. Then, I leaned close to him so no teammates could hear. “If Alex utters one more syllable about that apartment being a mess, everyone will know why you can’t keep a girlfriend—or a starting spot. You feel me?”
Coach summoned everyone to the courts, and teammates poured out of the locker room. I refused to let Salem go.
At first, I thought he was going to cuss me clean out and cause a scene. He was a quiet one, but I could see the fire inside waiting to come out when he really got angry. I didn’t get to see it today, though.
“I get it,” he gritted through his teeth.
I smiled condescendingly. “You better.”
My arm fell to my side, and Salem stormed out of the room. All I knew was that the asshole better have kept his word.