Chapter 2
Sasha
The wicked smile my sexy wife gave sent an electric jolt to the throbbing need between my legs. Sex was always great, but
after a win . . . she was usually on a whole other level. And I was beyond ready to reap those rewards.
Courtney flipped us, pinning my arms above my head. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”
She slowly inched a hand down until she lightly held my throat. Courtney peered down at me, and the darkening of her eyes
made me clench with excitement. I had her undivided attention, and I was going to enjoy each and every second of it. I licked
my lips and tilted my chin up, giving her more access. She responded how I’d hoped, by tightening her grip, an action that
increased the dampness of my thong.
My sexy wife leaned forward, claiming my mouth again.
Her kiss was firm and controlling as she pushed her tongue past my lips.
I moaned at the welcomed intrusion. The hold she had on me was tight and that sent a thrill through me.
I’d never cared to have someone be so dominating in the bedroom before Courtney, but the way she handled me .
. . it was a quiet, smooth control that called to something deep within.
I loved surrendering to her. I tilted my hips upward, straining for more contact, but her body weight kept me pinned in place.
She pulled back and nipped my earlobe between her teeth. “Someone’s being an impatient brat.”
“Baby, please,” I whined.
She wedged a leg between mine, pressing where I wanted her most. “Tell me how you want it,” she said, rubbing her muscled
thigh against me. “My face buried between your legs until you’re begging for mercy? Or me strapped up and fucking you until
you’re speakin’ in tongues?”
As she spoke, she rocked against me, increasing the friction while tightening the hand at my throat, which made me moan and
squirm more. Courtney released my wrists so she could cup my breast.
“Fuck!” I groaned when she pinched my hard nipple through the fabric. I arched, pressing into her touch when she repeated
the action.
“I asked you a question,” she breathed into my ear. The huskiness of her voice was damn near enough to make me come.
Question? What question? My thoughts were fuzzy and all I could focus on was the nut clawing for freedom. “Yes.”
Her resulting chuckle only stoked the fire more. I was close, oh so close, then I was alone. I propped up onto my elbows,
frowning at my wife. The lustful smirk on her face stopped any protest I was about to give.
“Strip.”
A single command I scrambled to fulfill, pausing only to watch Courtney’s lazy stroll over to our well-stocked toy chest. I bit the corner of my lip, and my stomach did a flip waiting to see what she’d pull out.
Shifting from side to side, I could feel the cool wetness of my arousal as it coated my inner thighs.
I tilted my head when she turned around with not her harness setup in hand, but with my smaller vibe I used mainly when playing with myself.
She jutted her chin toward the bed. “Whatcha waitin’ for?”
Keeping my eyes on her, I backed up until the bed hit the back of my legs. Slowly, I lowered myself down then slid backward
toward the pillows. I opened and closed my legs, running my fingers along my inner thighs, stopping just shy of my pussy as
Courtney took measured steps toward me. Her light brown eyes tracked my movements as she approached, and the intensity of
her attention made me wetter.
“Don’t stop on my account. Open up that sweet cunt for me.”
The thickening of her voice increased my throbbing need. She always had that effect on me, which amped up my desire to please
her however I could. Doing as she asked, I made a V with my fingers, spreading lips so I could play with myself. My fingers
easily slipped along the soft, warm flesh. I briefly closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations. Up, down, a circle of my clit.
I repeated the action a few times, watching her watch me. I knew how to bring my body to climax, and how to draw it out. And
locking eyes with my wife, I wanted to draw it out.
This act of exhibitionism was for her. She enjoyed being a voyeur as much as I enjoyed being watched. But the power and fulfillment
from the change in her breathing and the way her mouth hung slightly open as I stroked myself for her viewing pleasure, that
was all for me.
I licked my lips. “Why am I the only one undressed?”
Courtney said nothing, but tossed the toy and lube onto the bed beside me then slowly began to remove her clothes while still
watching.
I picked up the lavender vibrator, rubbing it through my arousal before adding a bit of lube.
My wife crawled up next to me, trailing her fingertips up my leg, leaving a line of goose bumps in her wake.
She again palmed one of my tits, pinching my nipple as she leaned in for a kiss.
I gripped the back of her head, moaning into her mouth as my head swam.
With her other hand, she reached between my legs, wrapping her fingers around mine and turned on the toy.
Courtney continued kissing me through the initial shock as the smaller arm massaged my already sensitive clit. My body was
already primed, and I broke from the kiss, pulling in quick gasps of air as she held the toy against me, giving no relief
from the quickly building pressure.
Courtney shifted us to widened my legs so she could easily slip the longer part of the vibrator inside me.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned.
Courtney nipped at my neck and continued to fondle my nipple. The delicious pain each time she pinched it only made me wetter.
“Come on, baby, show me how you do,” she said gruffly, relinquishing control of the toy to me then pressing a kiss to my shoulder,
working her way down until she sucked my nipple into her mouth.
I tilted my hips, moving the vibrator in and out of me, overcome by the overload of sensations. Courtney’s warm mouth. The
low vibrations that continued to stimulate my clit combined with the thrusting function hitting in just the right place inside
my cunt. It all felt so fucking good.
My eyes rolled back in my head when Courtney lightly closed her teeth on my nipple, increasing the euphoric pain that quickly
melted into pleasure. “Gotdamn! Fuck, baby, yes.” I knew my body well, and my wife was just as familiar, always knowing exactly
how to make me lose my damn mind.
She repeated the action and a shiver went through me. I sank my teeth into my lip, fighting to hang on.
Courtney slid a hand back up around my neck. No squeezing, she just held me there then spoke with her lips close to my ear. “The fuck you think you doin’? Don’t be holdin’ back on me.”
She shifted, draping her leg over mine so I was forced to spread wider. Her gruff words mixed with the feeling of her wetness
against my thigh had me moaning. I moved the toy in and out of me faster, rocking my hips. Each time I moved Courtney let
out a small moan of her own.
“That’s it, baby, fuck that pussy good for me.”
Her final command was my undoing. My impending nut was as much for me as it was for my wife. I dropped my head back to the
pillows and arched my back, giving myself over. Courtney turned my face, swallowing my cry in a heated kiss as my release
hit. Our mouths remained connected, tongues swirling as our sweat slicked bodies twitched and writhed together as we wrung
out every last drop of hedonistic gratification.
After a shower, which included another round, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand then snuggled deeper under the covers
to get comfortable.
“What are you doing?” Courtney asked, her voice heavy with the sleep overtaking her.
“Searching for flights.”
“Where you goin’?”
I simply cut my eyes over at her but said nothing. Courtney shifted on her pillow so she could get a look at my phone.
“Phoenix? You know you don’t go to away games.”
“Yeah, yeah. But this is different circumstances,” I replied while continuing to scroll the airline site looking for a flight
that didn’t have crap times.
She scrubbed her hands down her face. “No, Sash, just like you didn’t come to the playoff games. Not different.”
I scrambled up to sitting and turned on my bedside lamp, flooding the room with soft light.
“You’re fuckin’ jokin’, right? It’s the goddamn championship game.
You’ve been so hype about how postseason has gone and now you don’t even want me there.
” Courtney’s penny-pinching ways irked me, but I tried not to put up too much of a fuss .
. . mostly. But to hear her tell it, we were always one step away from destitute.
Courtney also moved to sitting. “You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”
“I’m not. This is a big fuckin’ deal and you’re still too busy being a fuckin’ tightwad. Other players take their spouses,
Courtney, yet you have me the odd woman out. Do you know how that makes me look?”
She groaned and massaged her temples. “Are we doing this, like are we seriously doing this right now, a-fuckin’-gain? You
can’t even let me have one night without startin’ your bullshit?”
I crossed my arms over my exposed breasts as we locked into a brief stare down. “My bullshit? You mean the bullshit of wantin’
to be with my wife, and support her. That’s bullshit? But it doesn’t surprise me, because you don’t fuckin’ care about what
I want or how I feel bein’ left behind all the damn time while you’re off gallivantin’ around the country and beyond.”
“Galli—I’m off gallivanting? You fuckin’ serious? You act like I’m out here traipsing all over the place for shits and giggles.
I’m fuckin’ working.” She flung the covers off and shot out of bed, stalking over to my discarded clothes. She snatched up
my designer bodysuit. “How much was this?”
“I’on know,” I huffed, rolling my eyes, knowing where this conversation was headed.
“T’ah. Of course you don’t, because you see something, you like it, you buy it.
Cost be damned. So, I’m off gallivanting to make sure you can keep ‘not knowing.’” Courtney dropped my bodysuit back onto the pile, then tugged on her T-shirt and shorts.
“I don’t have the energy to do this with you tonight, Sasha.
Get the ticket if you want, I’m bunking in Vuitton’s room. ”
“Courtney, seriously, you just gonna leave in the middle of us talkin’.”
“Yeah . . . yeah, I am, because I don’t wanna be on this merry-go-round tonight.”
She shook her head as she walked out the room, leaving me alone in our California king bed. She was doing that more and more,
walking out in the middle of any discussion she no longer wanted to be a part of as if she was the sole person who got to
decide when a conversation was over. That particularly annoying habit started after one too many conversations about children
that went nowhere. I knew there would be no point in going after her, since she’d likely shut down and give sarcastic one-word
answers.
I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and flopped back against my pillows, annoyed as shit. When we’d first started dating,
we’d been in that honeymoon period where we’d needed to be around each other all the damn time. Back then she’d not even blinked
an eye at flying me out for the away games, showing me off, and including me in on things. But once we’d moved in together,
she’d started weaning me off traveling with her until I’d stopped going all together. It felt like a fucking bait-and-switch.
All because of money. Money. Money. Money.
That always seemed to be her main concern. Sure, last-minute first-class tickets weren’t exactly cheap, but somethings you
couldn’t put a price on, like me being there to support her for what could be the biggest moment in her career. How could
she not want me there?
I let out a long breath, doing my best to shake off the familiar ache that tried to settle in my chest. I was an inconvenience who was easily discarded .
. . left behind, placated with empty promises and shiny things.
Reaching over, I grabbed my phone again, scrolling instantly to the group chat with my friends.
She’s on her bullshit again, I sent with the cussing and side-eye emoji.
The little dots appeared, indicating one of them was responding.
What now? Denise asked.
Me: Same as always. She don’t want me going to Phoenix for the game.
Denise: But you haven’t been going.
This time it was Tanisha chiming in.
I rolled my eyes at her response. She was always trying to be Switzerland when I just needed to shit-talk and have them back
me up.
Me: Different this is the championship game
Denise: You think she got another bitch she meetin with
Tanisha applied the side-eye emoji to Denise’s message. I wanted to be mad at the question, but honestly it was a thought
that’d crossed my mind a time or two. And I had shared that with them. Especially when she’d first started pulling back on
me going with her.
Me: Nah her being cheap like we bout to be on the street or some shit
More dots appeared then disappeared as if they were both trying to figure out what to say.
Me: But you know what fuck it she don’t want me there what we doin instead
Denise: shidd we can get up to somethin
Tanisha gave the thumbs-up emoji. It still pissed me off Courtney put money first, but she had me fucked up if she thought
I was going to jump through hoops and do tricks just to be in her company and have her attention. Been there, done that, didn’t
want a repeat. I’d find something to do with myself, like always when she left me behind. I reached over to turn off the lamp
and snuggled down deeper into bed alone. Always alone.