Pleasure erupted inside me, my insides pinching as my cock tingled and thighs quivered. I was coming in an instant. As myballs unloaded inside his slurping mouth, I moaned against his cock, struggling to maintain my rhythm.
With a last lick on my shaft, he pulled off me and freed gasp after gasp, his cock swelling further and pulsing hot cum down my throat, his hips thrusting.
As it quieted, we both panted and slumped on the bed.
Next time, I’d have him inside me and he’d put me in a place where nothing could touch me, only him. “Malik? How long did they say before the test results come in?” As his cock jerked with a last spasm, I licked the cum beading at the tip.
He shifted his hips back. “Damn, that tickles a little.” With a short giggle, he said, “Three days tops.” He grabbed the end of the plug. “I’m pulling this out now.”
“Okay.” I braced myself. As he dragged it from my body, emptiness remained. Did it have to come out? How long could I wear a plug? Oh, this was a slippery slope. “Hey, how long can you keep a plug inside you?”
He shrugged, sitting up and tossing the plug onto the floor. “I don’t know, maybe a few hours? I think you’d have to work up to it though.” He smirked. “What are you thinking, Grey?”
I sat up beside him. “Maybe I could wear it before we have sex the first time and then I wouldn’t need the prep?” Fuck if I’d tell him the real reason. He’d transformed me into a sex maniac who wanted a plug in his ass all day.
“Okay, so you’re set on bottoming the first time we do it?” His flaccid cock twitched as it lay against his bare thigh.
He was on board with it. “I am.” I brushed a dark bang from his brow. “It…I don’t know, fixes something inside me to do that with you.”
“Having my dick inside you fixes something?” He quirked a brow. “Grey, are you all right?” He pressed the inside of his wrist against my forehead. “Maybe you have a fever?” His smirk widened.
I shoved his arm away. “Stop teasing.” But he had a point. What was going on in my head? Or was it my heart? Was I falling…romantically…for him? My heart pitched while my breath snagged. I fucking was. I stared at him.
“What?” He cupped my chin and came in close, pressing a lasting kiss on my lips, lingering for a beat while looking deeply into my eyes. As he broke it, he said, “You know you can tell me anything.”
But I couldn’t tell him this. Not while Ella remained in the picture. “It’s nothing. Let’s clean up and snuggle.” I hopped out of the bed before he could ask anything more.
We’d spentthe rest of the week studying, playing with plugs and sleeping together every night. I wasn’t sure I could sleep without him by my side ever again. Having him next to me soothed my soul. We’d also gotten our test results back, both negative for everything, and had decided we would take our relationship to the next level after the game.
On Saturday, we expected to win our first regular season game against Northern Arizona University. After our team meetings and preparations, we burst from the tunnel and onto the grass with the marching band playing our fight song and the stadium going wild. Sharing the field with Malik was surreal.
A few minutes into the game, I strolled along the sideline, watching Malik. ASU had the ball, and he’d already run for thirty yards. Malik was killing it, and James could tell.
As the game progressed, we closed in on the end zone with only eight yards left on a second down. I whistled and clapped my hands. “Come on, use Thompson. He can do this.”
“Are you coaching now?” Coley smirked at me, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “If we can get a decent lead, do you think Coach will play us?”
“I sure hope so.” I’d be on the sidelines most of the time, but that didn’t make it any easier. I glanced at Coach, covering his mouth with his iPad while he barked commands to James.
The players readied for the snap, and James called to the team.
“They’re running Thompson,” Coley said.
With a smile, I nodded. I knew it.
James faked to Bailey as Malik stepped out and turned.
With a short pass, James tossed the ball to Malik, and he twisted, tucking the ball into his elbow, and barreled through the lineman, making a hole. As he stepped across the goal line, he shook his ass and did a little dance.
“Touchdown, ASU,” the announcers said.
“He did it, he fucking did it!” Running to Coley, I grabbed his hands, and we both jumped up and down.
Malik jogged to the sideline with the other offensive players as our kicker and special teams rushed the field.
“Hey.” As I caught his gaze, he switched gears and ran toward me.
Throwing his arms around my waist, he lifted me off the grass, laughing. “Did you see that? I fucking owned that play.” He spun me around and set me down.