41. Colin
Colin
T here are few things that are hotter than watching my girl play soccer.
Watching her ride my dick, watching her suck my dick, and watching how she comes.
But seeing the way she dominates the field during a game, especially one as high stakes as this, has me rock hard and ready for her as soon as they secure this win.
Which I know they will because it’s been a bloodbath. Literally since one of the Vipers gave one of the girls on the opponents team a bloody nose from a rogue elbow. Which did cause a penalty, but it hasn’t hurt the Vipers chance at winning because the score is still three to one.
I hate not being out there, and I’m still mad at some of the guys sitting in the stands with me. Despite our shitty season, I still have a handful of teams up my ass about wanting to sign me. I guess I can’t be too mad. If it had jeopardized my chances of going pro, we would’ve had a problem.
Mayson is going to be working on getting into grad school, so wherever I choose to sign I want to have a school for her to go to. If she thinks we’re going to be apart, then I’m going to do everything to set her straight. She’s mine, and now that she’s accepted it herself she’s not getting away.
The Vipers score another goal and we all cheer. The game only has five minutes left, and unless they completely fuck it up, they’re going to secure the win.
Mads and I aren’t even at each other’s throats. Reyes hasn’t been as much of a miserable fuck lately, even with us losing so I don’t know what changed with him. Technically the Rites ended as soon as our season did, but it faded for a lot of the guys before then like it always does.
I’ll never stop fucking with Mayson, and I know she feels the same. That’s part of what makes us such a perfect match. We don’t need some hazing ritual as an excuse. It’s just us and always has been.
The clock on the game runs out, and the whole place loses it with excitement. We all lead the way, running onto the field.
I find Mayson immediately, she’s sweaty, her ponytail is messier than when the game first started. She has dirt on her uniform and skin, and it only makes her even hotter to me. I snake an arm around her from behind, pulling her into me.
“Good game, baby deer.”
She turns around with a wide smile on her face, tossing her arms around my neck, and I lift her easily into my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Can’t really call me that since I’m able to walk, or run as you clearly saw,” she teases.
“I’ll call you that forever. Just like I’ll always remember how you looked trying to walk after the first time we?—”
She cuts me off with her mouth on mine, and I let out a laugh against it before kissing her back. Neither of us care about all the people around us, what they could be thinking or will say about us. None of it matters. My girl won her championship, and she’s mine .
Even better, I get to take her home, and show her just how mine she is. All night. And maybe I can even convince her to stay in bed all day tomorrow. Or for the next week.
We break apart and Mayson wiggles in my arms. “Put me down, I’m a mess.”
I grunt my refusal. “You know I like it when you’re a mess.”
“You like when I’m a mess from you.”
“You’re wrong. I love when you’re a mess from me. But also I just love you.”
She smiles, and it’s almost giddy. “I love you too.” I kiss her again, fully intending to take her out of here while she stays wrapped around me, but as I start to walk away, she fights in my arms. “Don’t try to kidnap me yet.”
“Why not?” I complain.
“Because we just won the championship and you have to share me.”
“I’ll never share you,” I growl.
“Tonight you will, at least for a little bit.” She manages to get down, but I keep her held against me. “After we get back home I’ll make sure to make it all worth it.”
“I know you will.” I kiss her again, and then let her pull me into the crowd of people. I don’t stray far from her, always having a hand on her in some way as the team celebrates.
Even as the celebration moves to our house, I don’t get mad that we don’t have alone time because I get to touch her all night. And she’ll pay for making me wait. She always does.
The next morning I wake up the best way I’ve ever experienced. My cock enveloped in the tightest, wettest, warmest place I’ve ever felt. Mayson’s hands are planted on my chest as she lifts up and drops back down. I grip her hips as I start to open my eyes to see the glorious view.
And fuck is it glorious.
She’s naked, her perfect tits bouncing every time she impales herself on my cock. She throws her head back, her long dark hair falls down her back, and I want to wrap it around my fist so bad. But I also don’t want to move and lose this sight.
“Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up, could you?” I groan, digging my fingers into her hips.
“Your dick was awake enough for me,” she gasps, lifting up and dropping back down again.
“It always is,” I grind out, needing to control her pace a little longer or I’m going to come way sooner than either of us would like. “You woke up needy and desperate for me?”
“Mhm,” she hums, grinding herself so her clit rubs against my pelvis in a way that drives her crazy.
“Fuck yeah, babe. You going to make yourself come like this?”
“Yes, I’m close. I need more,” she whines.
“More? Tell me what you need.”
Her nails dig into my pecs. “ More .”
I scoot myself back on the bed, wrap an arm around her as I sit up so we’re face to face.
Then I do exactly what I wanted to, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and yanking her head back.
At the same time I wrap my lips around one of her nipples and suck hard.
She squeals at the simultaneous pressures. I thrust up into her and she cries out.
“This what you need?” I move to her other nipple, sinking my teeth into her flesh hard enough to have her yelping.
When I pull back from her chest, I bring her face to mine. “Come for me. Show me how tight you squeeze my cock with this perfect little cunt.”
She screams with her release, tightening around me hard enough I groan, thrusting up into her, chasing my own release that’s impossible to hold back any longer.
I pull Mayson’s mouth onto mine as my orgasm takes over, we aren’t even kissing, just breathing each other’s air as pleasure takes over. I bury myself deep inside her as I come for what feels like forever.
I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her like she’s everything because she is. She’s everything to me.
And I tell her exactly that.
“You’re everything, Mace.”
She huffs out a small laugh, pulling back to look at me with a smirk. “That’s it?”
I let out a loud laugh at her using the same two words I said when I first saw her. I end up rolling her onto her back as she starts laughing. “Sounds like you need more,” I tell her, already hard for her again, and make sure to thrust roughly.
This is exactly how I plan to spend the next several days. No interruptions, just us.
Of course that would be ruined not long after we both find releases for the second time. A door shuts downstairs, and we look at each other because we’re usually really good at locking the door, and the only other person that has a key…
“Colin. Mayson. Get down here,” my dad calls out. Mayson looks at me wide eyed, but I just shake my head.
“I’ll handle it. You can stay here.”
Quickly, I pull on some shorts, but don’t bother with a shirt as I race downstairs and see my dad and Juliette standing in the living room.
The place is still a mess from the party last night, and I can see Juliette’s reaction is obvious by the disgusted look on her face. My dad is just glaring at me.
“Where’s Mayson?” he snaps.
“Upstairs, I told her I’d handle you.”
“I’m sure she’d like to see her mother.” My dad gestures toward his wife who is still looking around with her lip curled in disgust.
“I don’t think so. You won’t be staying long anyway,” I state, folding my arms across my chest. “Especially because we both know you have nothing to say. Unless you want me to share what I know.”
“That won’t be necessary.” He glares at me. “We’re here because we wanted to tell you both something.”
I clench my jaw. “Fine. I’ll get her.”
Without giving him a chance to say anything else I go upstairs, and see Mayson laying in my bed, scrolling on her phone. “They want to talk to both of us.”
She groans, “So much for you handling it.”
“I do have it handled,” I grumble as she pulls on one of my T-shirts and pair of boxers.
“Sure seems like it,” she comments sarcastically, walking past me out the door.
I roll my eyes and follow her downstairs, hoping that whatever is waiting for us isn’t going to ruin the peace we’ve found ourselves in this morning.