Chapter 35
Zamir
We beat the Badgers, thirty-seven to three. The team is staying in Seattle tonight and flying back to Vegas in the morning on the team’s plane. I was debating heading over with most of the team to the club across the street to celebrate, but Nash didn’t follow them either. The whole last quarter of the game, there was a heat in Nash’s eyes that had me excited to finally get this win behind us and up to the hotel room as fast as possible.
There’s tension between us after that first play that lead to that heated celebration in the end zone, but we’re both ignoring it… for now. We’re stepping into the elevator and heading up to our room. I haven’t been able to get the image of him on his knees, sucking my cock, out of my head. Honestly, my dick has been in my hands more often than not, thinking about what both of them looked like while looking up at me.
I let Nash lead us down the hallway; I follow his lead with where he wants to take us and whatever the fuck we’ve been doing since the night in his apartment over two weeks ago.
We both throw our bags on one of the beds, and Nash flops down on the other. He’s looking at me with need in his eyes. That same look that was burning between us when our helmets were pulled together. “Ellie doesn’t have to work tonight, does she?” He just shakes his head at me; he’s so fucking cute worrying about her safety and knowing her schedule. Marcello will never let anything happen to Ellie. I know that for a fact. Arben’s been looking into Marcello for me for a couple of weeks now, and my suspicions were right. He’s our girl’s stalker.
I finally ask Nash if he’s ready for what I have in store for him. “You wanna play with me, Djale I Bukur?”
We haven’t messed around since Ellie, and I’m dying to show him how good I can make him feel while witnessing him fall apart so beautifully again. Plus, I’ve been itching to see how he’s going to act with no cunt in between us this time. I’m done fucking around; I want him to experience how good this can be between us.
I get up and start to strip out of my clothes. His eyes bug out, and his brows shoot up, but he doesn’t say anything.
1Once I have my clothes off and standing before him in all my glory, I tell him, “I brought some presents for you.” I walk back to the other bed to pull out the set of training plugs and, of course, the lube I brought specifically for this trip. Also threw in a prostate massager for me. I’m not getting left out of the fun.
“No Crisco needed today,” I murmur, chuckling under my breath. I turn around with all of it in my hand, and to think I thought he looked shocked before was hilarious.
“Wh—What are you doing with all that, Zamir?”
“We’re going to play, Rookie. I want you to figure out what you like and what you don’t without the pressure of a ton of people having to witness, but if you don’t want to, we definitely don’t have to—” I don’t even finish before he’s up and flinging his pants and boxers down around his ankles, freeing his big-ass cock. That’s going to take lots of training to get him in my ass, but it’s my mission.
He steps up to me, grabbing my hips. “I feel like this is all I say around you… but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, and I don’t like it.” He pauses for a second but continues, “I like knowing what to do and being able to bring you to your knees in pleasure, Bebé.” Oh, my little pleasure Dom.
His grip tightens on my hips, and I bask in it. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking both men and women, but there’s something about a man’s strong hands holding me that turns me to fucking mush. Not to mention when men give into their deepest desires and finally accept themselves. There’s nothing more amazing to be a part of than that.
“I want you to work my massager into me. Then I’m getting my mouth on that dick of yours again. We were interrupted last time.”
I see the switch flip in him, and he barks out, “On the bed, all fours, chest on the bed.”
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
I do exactly as I’m told, my face in the bedspread just how I like it. My ass is on full display for him, spread wide open. I poke the bear, asking, “Like this?”
Shamelessly waving my ass back and forth, I”m not paying any attention at all. The only thing I hear is a clap, and my ass cheek is on fire. Moaning out, I say, “Again.” He smacks the other one just as hard, if not harder, and another one of my groans follows behind it. My dick is growing impossibly hard while it’s swinging freely between my legs. My legs being spread as far as they are, have the tip of my cock and piercing rubbing the bed; that little touch, plus the fire on my ass, is enough to drive me wild.
Nash smacks my ass four more times, two on each cheek, then I feel him behind me, massaging the sting away. “Fuck, Nash, I’m leaking, please come on.”
“Your begging needs work, Bebé.”
I grit out, “You don’t need to go slow with me.” I need the pain, just like riding my bike or going stupid fast in super cars; it’s one of the only ways I feel alive anymore.
Nash is running his hands up my back, and I feel him, leaning his chest onto my back. I’m pushing and rubbing my ass all over his rock-hard length, but it doesn’t distract him enough. With a brush of his lips to my ear, he’s completely covering me with his solid body. His weight feels so good on top of me.
He whispers in my ear, “I might not know what I’m doing, Z, but I refuse to hurt you.” I just stay there with the side of my face still on the bed; he slides back up, kneeling behind me on the bed, pulling my ass cheeks apart to get a good view.
He asks, “Can I?” And before the words are fully out of my mouth, he has his mouth on my ass, devouring it as if it might be his last meal.
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