Chapter Seventeen #2
“Take” thrust “every fat” thrust “fucking” thrust “inch.”
I feel alive, every nerve ending electrified and begging for more.
More slaps to my clit, the backs of my thighs, just more.
And I plead for it. One orgasm runs through into another when he thumbs my clit, pressing down on it, all words out of his mouth nothing but degradation and praise, my arousal so thick and creamy I can see it dripping down to his heavy balls in the reflection and I go mute with every orgasm, only to cry out for more.
“This is my pussy. When I am inside you, you belong to me. Don’t you?”
“Yes!” I scream. Where’s my stutter now?
“So call out my name, so I can fill you up.”
“Maverick!”
“Again.” He demands, thrusting so violently the coffee table shakes beneath me.
“Maverick!”
Pounding harder in short, deep strokes, my voice goes hoarse crying out for him and in one, loud masculine groan he curses me, every thrum of his dick unloading into me. When he withdraws, he kneels, inspecting the mess he’s made. Whatever pools out, he pushes back in, keeping me full.
“My messy girl.” He says with pride.
The coffee table breaks as the front door opens and Damon walks in. “What the fuck happened?”
I burst out in giggles, even tied up and on top of a broken table, I feel… I feel free .
It’s when Jonas steps in behind Damon in absolute confusion and his brows draw up in concern that Maverick unties me and helps me up on wobbly legs.
What a perfect fucking day.
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Much like the Annual Homecoming Ball, the Athletic Holiday Banquet is a lavish, gorgeous soiree, due to all athletic departments bringing in a bogus amount of money. Everyone from donors to the players, their parents and their significant others are here. It’s much more crowded than the ball was.
Like before, we go in separate vehicles, Jonas pulls the Audi up to the front of the roundabout and after opening my door and helping me out, he gives the keys to the valet person, and tugs down my lavender cloche hat I specially ordered from a boutique in New York, along with my flapper dress.
The waist cropped and the hem short and of course, my gloves.
The dress itself has crystals woven into it, making it shine and glitter in the light.
I love it and Jonas has barely been able to keep his hands off me.
“This just goes to show baby, I would have loved you in any decade. You’re timeless.”
I blushed at his words, looking over at Damon who simply stood muted into place, desire in his glacier eyes melting me on the spot and Maverick?
Did the same, although he looked a bit angry at first, like he was mad I wasn’t the one on his arm tonight.
And that’s exactly what he admitted to before we left.
“One day Siren, we won’t have to hide, and I’ll be able to take you out without worrying about how it looks that I’m dating my student.” Then he kissed my jaw and walked away. Damon and Jonas agreed.
“That’d be… the cat’s… pajamas.” I grinned but a part of me was sad that I couldn’t incorporate an old transatlantic accent into my joke .
All of my men look fucking fantastic tonight.
Each one in vintage tailored three-piece suits.
Maverick in navy with a lavender tie and pocket square, Damon in black with the same color pocket square and silk tie, and Jonas in a charcoal suit with a lavender button up, but a grey and lilac silk tie and pocket square. They look delicious.
And all mine.
Before entering the dining hall, each side of the door has a blown-up picture of the Prescott twins and Dean Whitmore on easels. Candles are lit in memoriam, and we pause for a moment to pay our respects. Otherwise, well, it would look weird, wouldn’t it?
The dining hall is decorated in luxurious heavy gold drapes and curtains, large flamboyant crystal chandeliers hang, glittering in the light along with what looks like suspended bubbles in the air.
There’s tall, ostrich feather centerpieces, clashes of silver and gold with black trim, and beads are scattered on every table and on the sides.
There are sidebars full of food, and desserts, and fruits that are out of season – strawberries, grapes, mandarins, watermelon. It’s all so beautiful and light.
There’s a swing band playing, people dancing what they believe is the Charleston, and of course, so much schmoozing.
“Oh, there’s my mom. C’mon!” Jonas says, pulling me in the direction he saw Elena – Mr. Anderson nowhere to be seen. As though he’s read my mind, he says, “Dad went back to Singapore, remember baby?”
I nod as Elena takes me into her arms. “Oh! My darling girl you look so fabulous! I love this dress!”
I grin, wide, forming the words on my lips I practiced hours before in the mirror, knowing I would be seeing her tonight. I whisper in her ear, “You… look… b… beautiful.”
She gasps and I swear I see tears rim her eyes when she pulls away, but all she does is smile, not making it a big deal that I’m speaking, but she looks so proud. “Thank you, darling. This was my grandmother’s dress if you can believe it. Come, I found where we’re sitting. ”
Elena and I sit on either side of Jonas.
It just so happens to be where there’s a large table reserved for donors, MVP nominees and their families.
So conveniently close to the one and only, Simon Hoover, and his wife, Clarissa, along with other members of the Syndicate.
I don’t know them all, but the conversation seems to flow easily between them.
“Did it touch your strawberry?” I hear come from Simon as his wife tries to feed him a grape.
“No, I kept them all separated, look.”
I look at her plate, and yes, all of her fruits are in a different crystal bowl.
“Did you use a different utensil to scoop them?”
“Yes, babe. Oh my god. Relax.”
Simon, who is obviously handsome, dark eyes, brown haired, usually stoic makes a face. A totally unrelaxed face. “I think it’s just safer for me to not eat that. I mean, why would you even serve yourself strawberries?”
“As if you’re going to kiss me anyway?” She snaps back and the table grows quiet. She gives out a nervous chuckle and blushes something close to crimson, her brown eyes tearing up a bit. “I am so sorry. Heh. Excuse me.” Clarissa gets up from the table in a hurry and flies out of the dining hall.
Jonas and I give each other a look. His arm comes around me and he squeezes my hip when I relax into him.
Simon eyes us, calling for the waiter handing out champagne and he take a glass, asking him to also, take away the bowls of fruit away to which he does, and Simon seems to forget about us, going back to the guy he was talking to.
Roman… Rossi. I think that’s what his name is.
He’s in my Music Theory class. I did not know he was an athlete.
Roman throws a smile my way and Jonas tugs me closer, bringing his lips to my cheek and kissing me possessively.
Elena winks at me.
The lights dim down then go back up and the chattering cuts off, everyone giving Mr. Wilkerson, the dean interim, their full attention as he begins his speech.
He goes off, talking about what a strange year it’s been, blah-blah-blah, thanking the school board for voting him in as dean until it’s official.
I don’t even know who this guy is. Does he teach here?
I catch Maverick leaning over to Damon at the far side of the room, Damon’s eyes widening and he looks back at Maverick, in what seems to be surprise. Hmm. I wonder what that’s about.
There’s feedback on the microphone that draws my attention back to the stage, and I’m just now really seeing all the trophies behind Coach Sutton.
It feels like a blast from the past watching the older man step up to the stage.
He looked so much younger six years ago when Axel and I were freshmen.
He also drones on about the loss of the twins and it takes everything in me not to roll my eyes when a screen comes down and he talks about how wonderful Chase was while showing pictures of him and Riordan in candid shots. Everyone in the room grows misty eyed.
Riordan, yeah sure.
But Chase?
I almost gag.
Feeling me squirm, Jonas squeezes my hip again, murmuring that it’s okay.
He starts feeding me instead, telling me how he wants to eat strawberries out of my pussy, and I squirm in my seat for an entirely different reason.
We’re going to have to make that happen somehow.
Soon, the rugby and soccer coaches join Sutton on the stage and they’re handing out awards.
Applause is rounded, quieted, raised again, and so on and so forth.
I don’t remember these banquets being so boring when Axel was younger but then again, I had friends.
I would sit with them, and we would gossip and talk about who was dating who, who was caught fucking who, etcetera.
Fuck I miss Brina.
After a good hour, the time has come, and the lights dim down once more before brightening and the room hushes once again.
I can feel Jonas trembling beside me, anxious as his mother Facetimes Mr. Anderson so he can watch his son win the award, even though it’s only a nomination and not set in stone.
But when the envelope opens and Coach Sutton calls out Jonas’ name, the applause is thunderous.
My heart leaps with pride as he stands, buttoning up his jacket, grinning so wide his dimples pop. Coach hands him the large Yellow Jacket Trophy as the crowd quiets down and Jonas clears his throat then begins to speak.
“First of all, a farewell to both Chase and Riordan. Chase… you were many things. But your love for the game was also an inspiration to me and your brother. My best friend, Riordan. We didn’t always get along, but we always had the game, and for that, I do thank you.
“Next, I would like to thank my mother, for always pushing me to do my best, and if she thought it wasn’t my best, for pushing me to try it again.
I could give a sob story, I could give so many reasons why a man like me shouldn’t or couldn’t be up here right now accepting this award but in all honesty, I will say, I wouldn’t and couldn’t have done this without love.
“Love from my parents, love for the game, and love, from my beautiful, soon-to-be wife, Raven. For also always pushing me to do better. For waking me up on days when it was hard, when my alarm would go off and you’d make sure I got out of bed when I didn’t want to.
For making me buckle down and study and making it fun.
For being there, even in your resilient silence and helping the rest of the world outside of our bubble quiet down as well.
You have made me a better man, a better friend, and a better player by allowing me to be myself and simply loving me as I am. I adore you.”
The women in the crowd ‘ aww’ and Elena reaches over to grab my hand, Simon watching our every move.
“To the rest of my teammates, I know it’s been a wild year.
We’ve had more downs than ups, winning by the jerseys on our backs but we’ve made it.
River has stepped up amazingly as QB, Jacobson as RB, and I know, with this team, this coach, your undying support and loyalty, we’ll be making it to nationals come February. ”
The room goes crazy with applause as he steps down and returns to me with open arms .
Elena hands him the phone so he can say hello to his father. When he’s done, he leans down to kiss his mother goodbye and takes me by the hand. I barely get to wave goodbye to her before I’m lead out of the dining hall and then the coat closet to grab our things as valet grabs the Audi.
I hear footsteps behind us and see Harrington and Archer quickly striding to us, “Is everything okay?” Damon asks.
“What? Yeah. I’m just done being around those pretentious assholes. I’m ready to go home and eat my girl’s pussy from the back.”
Christ .
Oh great. I’m wet.
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Jonas has me exactly where he wants me – fucking into me from behind in front of the bathroom mirror.
I didn’t even get to take off my dress that’s bunched up around my hips or my makeup that’s absolutely trashed now.
My eyes are on his face, contorted in pure blissful torment, teeth gritted together when he pulls me by the hair, my back to his chest and he reaches over, fingers on my clit when he sneers.
“Did you hear Simon tonight, baby?”
Who?
“He’s allergic to strawberries.”
Oh… Simon.
Jonas pounds into me harder, the items on the counter falling and clattering down into the sink. “Fuck this pussy is so goddamn good. You looked so pretty tonight. I couldn’t wait to get you home and watch you come for me.”
“Jonas!” I cry out, taking every thrust with a gasp, fighting to keep my eyes open and on him as my climax peaks, driving me off a ledge suddenly with a stifled gasp.
He rips the front of my dress open, crystals skittering everywhere then goes right back to rubbing my clit with one hand while the other palms my breast. He looks so fucking large and so masculine behind me.
“That’s it baby, eyes on me when you come for me.
So fucking pretty when you come for me. Oh fuck, say it, baby.
It drives me so fucking crazy when you say it…
please, baby.” He groans like it hurts him to hold back from filling me up, pounding into me so hard the veins in his forearms pop, every delectable muscle I can see flexes.
“Say it baby, I need to come for you. It’s all I think about, all day. ”
“I love you.”
He looks like a fucking god when his head tilts back, narrowed eyes still on mine, and he comes, shoving every thick, delicious inch into my pussy I cry out, feeling his muscular thighs shaking, dick pulsing, muscles twitching and watch his jaw clench. “Fuck yessss! Always so goddamn good. Fuck!”
He breathes, not withdrawing, staying semi-hard in me, the aftershocks of our orgasms still pulsing through us.
He puts his chin on my head, keeping me in his embrace, autumn eyes hooded and dark.
“I think it’s time you text your brother.
Let him know we’ll be at your mom’s holiday party. I think I have an idea.”