Chapter 38 #2
"Doesn't matter now." I circle her entrance with my index finger. "What do you want?"
"I want more mornings like this. But sometimes, I'll want to ride you."
Fuck. It's only my new fantasy. To know she wants me too, and there might be mornings when she just needs to start her day riding me…
I enter her with one finger. She trembles.
"I also…" she continues, "I also want risk."
I add a second finger. "What kind of risk?"
I undulate my fingers inside of her and, fuck. It's me. It's Pen. And I'm making her feel these things. I'm eating my best friend out and playing with her.
"I want to do it outside," she says.
Her voice is strained. Dropping my head sideways, I suck on her clit again. It puts a strain on my neck and wrist but it's worth it. The way she whines as I'm sucking on her flesh and hooking my fingers inside her is everything.
"Fuck. Yes," she says.
"Keep talking."
With my hands busy touching her and keeping her open to me, I can't clean my beard. My lips are wet with her. We're making a mess. Just the way I like it. I moan, and start rubbing myself on the comforter.
"I want to fuck in the open," she adds in a trembling voice. "And I want to be eaten out in a hidden corner of a public place. Like… like TD. Or the Club. Somewhere, doesn't matter. But I want to be had."
"Fuck, Pen." I slide my face side to side on her pussy, then give her an open mouthed kiss, and play her clit with my tongue.
"Leon. Aaahh."
She rolls her hips, like it's her way to kiss me back. I add a third finger.
"Yes. Yes!" she exclaims.
"Keep rolling these hips. Take what I'm giving you."
"Damn. Bear. More."
Her awful alarm goes off. She slaps at the old clock until the sound stops and the device falls on the floor. Neither of us cares.
I fuck her with my fingers and rub myself on the comforter. The movements are pulling down my underwear, and now my cock is getting friction from my waistband and comforter at the same time.
"Is that what you always wanted?" A long pass down her slit. "To be had like that?" Lick. "To feel your heart racing as someone takes you?"
I fuck her with my fingers and suck on her clit again. My hips move faster, seeking my own release.
"Leon!"
I suck harder. She squeezes my fingers with slick, hot muscles.
I groan, and it makes her body shake. My body echoes her.
My mind goes blank for a moment— air disappears and my lungs turn to liquid fire as my own orgasm overtakes me— and I'm begging for her to be feeling the same.
And through it all, I keep on fucking her with my fingers.
It takes a few blinks to notice my lungs are back at work, I'm still moving my fingers in her, and she's whining. I savor the sound, but pull my fingers back. I'm burning through the little oxygen I managed to find in the room.
Fuck, I love how fast I can make her come. Her willingness to take as much as I give her.
That's all I know. My brain is jumbled. I scramble up the bed, just enough that I can drop onto my back to catch my breath.
I have enough presence of mind to pull up my underwear to cover myself.
My hand follows an arch to my chest. I press a palm over my heart, needing to check if that one organ is still there.
I may be keeping it prisoner for the time being, but I'll want it back soon enough. And a secret part of me understands that I need it here in bed with Pen, too.
Pen, my heart, and I. We're meant to be bonded and—
"Bear," Pen says a few moments later.
"Mh?"
She's pulling at the pillow and comforter I placed under her hips. Her eyes are sleepy, and her movements make it seem like her limbs are too heavy.
Mmhh. Now I need to go back to her pussy. Work on getting her ready for my cock. It takes all I have not to pump into her until I'm filling her and… I groan. It's me who needs the reminder to go slow.
I caress her thigh. Yeah. I can't keep my heart prisoner for too long. I'll have to dissect it soon.
"Not that I didn’t enjoy that, because I did." She reaches for my shoulder with a hand. "But I'm pretty sure you're running very late now."
I grab the comforter and run it down my beard. "I'll handle it."
"That's indecent." She blushes, her eyes tracking the way I clean myself. "But I think I like it."
"Good." I squeeze her leg. "I do, too."
"I'm starting to realize how much you do, yes." She smirks. "But something tells me you can't just show up to mini camp and tell your coaches you were too busy eating out your wife."
My heart gets louder than expected, like it's done giving me time for fun. It makes noise in its vault, screaming at me that if all of this was meant to happen, moments like this were meant to happen, too. To hear Pen calling herself my wife and me not engraving it to my core is a crime.
Sorry, heart of mine. Your vault is getting welded shut until further notice.
I flood it for good measure.
Something tells me my sports psychologist would give me that tiny eyebrow rise on her face for compartmentalizing so hard. Good thing I'm still in the offseason, and I don't have to confront her and her knowing gesture outside of my own head.
I sigh and sit up. My watch tells me Pen is right to worry. Coach is going to bite my head off, and with a new GM to deal with…
I gaze at her for a moment, two. She's on her side, staring at me with sleepy eyes and a content smile on her face. My lip curls at the corner.
I indulge in a kiss on her thigh. "If I get in trouble with the team— hell, with the whole league because I needed to taste you one more time, you know what I'll say?"
"Mhh?"
I climb closer to her and drop a soft kiss on her mouth. "Worth it."
Her eyes remain closed as I get up. She sighs.
"Go back to sleep," I say. "Rest up."
"For all the things we'll be doing tonight?"
"We might need to wait a few days. Minicamp can be grueling. We'll have to see what we can get away with before your parents leave. I'll plan the rest— including the remaining list items. For now, just make sure to put all our bedding with the laundry, okay? We made a bit of a mess."
"What kind of mess? Different from what I did to your face?"
"You dripped on the duvet, Pen."
"Uhm…"
"And my cum is all over it too."
"Holy shit." She giggles.
"Bedding can wait. Go to sleep, okay?"
"To think my best friend is some sort of bossy pleasure dom," she whispers. "Bossy bottom? Nah."
I chuckle, and leave before I'm tempted to do more.