34 - Elizabeth
Elizabeth
Suddenly, everything around us went quiet.
The harsh lights faded from my view, the cold night air had all but vanished, and the rest of our teammates were nothing more than distant memories.
I looked up and was met by the dangerous hunger that could only be seen in his molten gaze.
My pussy instantly got wet and my hips jolted, telling him just how much I wanted him.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, but the only thing I could think of was that I hadn’t planned any of this.
I didn’t plan on getting into an argument with him in the parking lot.
I never imagined that he would give me such a raw apology.
And I definitely didn’t expect the way he had looked at me when I told him the truth about Jenna’s date.
It was such a whirlwind of a day, and still, even with all that, the ending couldn’t have been more perfect.
Just him and me, reconnecting after the most insane misunderstanding I had ever lived through.
Make-up sex for something that didn’t exist. It was almost poetic.
Even with the smell of sweat, rubber, and old upholstery that hung in the air and a narrow aisle filled with equipment bags, the bus was the perfect place for our makeup session.
It was a symbol saying that no matter how badly something gets beaten, it can still go strong.
Kind of like our feelings for one another.
Ethan leaned down and growled next to my ear before trailing heated kisses down my neck. I moved, trying to break my arms free, but it only caused him to tighten his grip even more.
“I’m so sorry,” he breathed next to my ear, and goosebumps broke out across my entire body.
“This offense isn’t so easily forgiven,” I said, knowing it would cost me.
He leaned back and admired me for just a moment before his shaky hands moved to my jacket. He pulled the zipper ever so slowly, and then he threw it aside, exposing my naked stomach. My body trembled as he feathered his fingers over my breastbone, causing my nipples to harden.
He sat back, admiring the view, and I took a moment to do the same.
Ethan was a walking, talking wreck. His hair was damp with sweat from the game, and his lip was still slightly swollen from the fight he had gotten into earlier in the week.
It was his eyes that had me locked, though.
There was so much remorse in them that my heart skipped a beat.
“I thought I had lost you,” he said, stealing a quick kiss.
“You know, if you had just asked me what happened, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this. Yet you chose to spend the day ignoring me instead.”
He winced at my words. “What will it take for me to earn your forgiveness?”
I studied him for a good long while before even considering an answer. His guilt was carved into every fold of his body. And the tension still called his shoulders home.
“I want you to make me yours. If you don’t want me with another, then show me why I should stay.”
It was a little harsh, but I really wanted to see how far he would go.
He started by giving me a deep, passionate kiss that was filled with all the emotions he had been trying to hold back.
It was powerful and overwhelming, like a delicious candy you couldn’t get enough of.
He growled at me, and it sent the most amazing sensation down my throat.
I wanted so much more, though, and I didn’t want to wait for him to feel ready.
“Oh, I’ll show you how much I want this,” he said, positioning himself over me.
I thrusted once. “So far all you’ve done is tease.”
His eyes darkened dangerously as he let my arms go.
He pulled his cock out of his pants with enough force to make it throb, and I instinctively licked my lips.
I wanted to know what he tasted like, and I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip through my fingers again.
I pushed him back and got down on my knees between his legs.
For a split second it looked like he wanted to protest, but it died on his lips when I flicked my hot tongue over his swollen crown.
He hissed in a breath as I spread wide and took all of him into my mouth. When I reached his hilt, I paused.
“Good God, you have no mercy,” he murmured as his head fell back.
I started moving up and down his erection ever so slowly, delighting in the torture I was causing him while fully enjoying the taste of him on my tongue.
He was mumbling something incomprehensible, and that just spurred me on.
I picked up my pace, nearly slamming into him with the force I was exerting, but then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.
It took him a good moment to catch his breath. “Even though that’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I want to be inside you, and if you keep up with this, it won’t happen.”
I pouted. “But I was having so much fun.”
“I promise it will be even better when I’m fucking you because by the time I’m done you won’t be able to sit down.”
“That sounds so tempting, but we still have a long way back. How will I survive it?”
He pulled me up, and I straddled him. “I’ll just have to keep rubbing that gorgeous little ass of yours.”
He slapped me, and the delicate bite was so good it sent a shiver through me.
My head fell back as he moved his hand between us and positioned his cock at my core.
My entire body tensed as he rubbed his crown up and down my entrance, using my dripping pussy to prepare it for its entrance.
It was absolute torture, but I wanted nothing more than for him to keep going.
Ethan slammed into me and kept going until I was just about ready to come, then he stopped and pulled out completely.
He pushed me off, then turned me around and shoved my head down into the seat.
With one swift thrust he was buried inside me again.
His tip teased at my G-spot and my legs trembled.
I wanted to come so badly, but he seemed determined to see me suffer.
That wasn’t something I was going to stand for though, so I slipped my hand all the way down and teased my clit.
It felt so good that my body started moving of its own accord, and Ethan just froze.
His fingers bit into my skin and he moaned with delight, but he left me to do all the work.
My orgasm teased at the edge. My legs became weak, and sweat built on my brow.
Then I pushed back, taking him all the way in, and I instantly unraveled.
My legs gave in, but he wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me up.
Every single muscle in my body contracted and come ran down my legs.
It was the best orgasm I had ever had, and Ethan wasn’t about to let it end.
He pulled out of me, flipped me around and pushed me down on the seat again.
Now on my back, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed into me.
My inner walls were still spasming around his shaft, making him pulse, but this time he didn’t stop.
Sweat beaded on every inch of his body, and I could feel the amount of strength it took for him to contain his urges.
He had wanted to come since we started and still he held back.
I tilted my hips, letting him go even deeper.
“Fuck,” he spat. “You’re really trying your best to make me come, aren’t you?”
My nails sank into his tight ass. “Why do you still insist on holding back?”
“Because I…” he stopped as the sound of laughter reached our ears. “I don’t have time. They’re coming.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. That was all he needed. He called out my name as his body stiffened. His explosion was so massive I could feel it erupting in the grip of my still spasming inner walls. He filled me to the brim and then rested his head against mine.
“Do you hear them?” I whispered, hoping we still had time.
He held his breath and listened. The voices were coming closer, and I knew we only had minutes before they were upon us.
I gave Ethan a swift kiss, and he quickly pulled out of me.
He scrambled off the seat and grabbed his shirt from the floor as I hurried to straighten my clothes.
My fingers fumbled as adrenaline coursed through me, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
“Where are my shoes?” I whispered in a panic.
“Under the seat.”
I reached down and dragged them out right when we started hearing their footsteps. The door creaked open just Ethan managed to pull his jersey over his head. I shoved my hair into place and slid into the seat next to him as their faces appeared in the doorway.
“Man, I’m starving,” Cam said as he fell into his seat. “Did anyone bring any leftovers?”
Lucas stopped halfway up the stairs and looked over at the two of us. Ethan tried his best to look casual, and I tried not to giggle nervously.
Lucas squinted. “Why do the two of you look like you have just run a marathon?”
Ethan cleared his throat. “It was a long game.”
Lucas walked up to us, then slid into a seat a few rows away. “Yeah… for once it wasn’t just us getting screwed.”
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. If only he knew how accurate that comment actually was.