Scoring the Player

by Samantha Lind

I give her a smile before I slap my hands on my knees, then stand. “So, now that I’ve spilled my guts, how about we get out of here and go do our shopping? I was also thinking we could hit up a movie this afternoon. And Brian suggested the two of us decide where we’re all going out to eat tonight, and just let them know.”

  “Funny. Scott suggested the same thing.”

  Becca and I had an amazing time together today. We shopped, had lunch, and went to a movie, all while the guys were busy with practice and working out. It felt like old times, and made me miss her that much more. The idea of moving here is becoming even more desirable.

  We headed back to Scott and Becca’s when we were done, deciding to just wait for the guys there. We also made reservations at one of the local steakhouses for tonight.

  Kinley: Hey! I’m at Becca’s when you’re done. Figured we could just all leave from here.

  Brian: Ok, babe. I’m going to run home first and change before dinner and then I will be over. Did you have fun today?

  Kinley: Yes ; ), we had a great time.

  Brian: Glad to hear, babe. See you soon, I will be leaving the arena shortly.

  Becca and I both change into new outfits we both got today. I also picked up some more lacy matching bras and panties that I’m hoping will drive Brian crazy once my clothes come off tonight. As much as he loved them last night, I’m sure I have nothing to worry about. I just have to remind him not to rip them off my body. I can’t afford to keep replacing them if he’s just going to ruin them each time.

  Dinner out is amazing. Murph and his friend Madison joined us, and the chemistry between the two of them was on fire. I’m not quite sure why they are fighting it, but they are. At least, for now. The food and conversation are great. I love seeing Brian so laidback and comfortable around some of my best friends, and it’s endearing to see how close he is with Scott, Murph, and Becca, now, as well.

  We call it a night after dessert and head our separate ways. Before leaving the parking lot, Becca and I hug each other for a while, since I’m leaving in the morning and Brian will be taking me to the airport.

  “Thank you so much for coming down here and surprising me,” Becca says, before letting me go.

  “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Send me links to anything you find for the wedding! And I can go check out any places you want more information on for the reception.”

  “I will. Text me once you’re at the airport tomorrow morning.”

  “Will do, love you,” I say, squeezing my best friend again before we separate. “I will see you in a few weeks, hopefully.”

  Brian helps me climb up in his truck, waiting to close the door until I’m buckled, so he can lean in and gives me a kiss.

  After making it back to his place, I head straight for the guest room to pull out my suitcase and start packing my things. I don’t want to get distracted by him before I can get it all done. With how early my flight is, I don’t want to leave more than my toiletries to pack for the morning.

  As I’m packing, Brian comes in and sits next to my suitcase on the bed. “Need any help?”

  “I don’t think so. I’ve got almost everything packed.”

  He notices the bag from the lingerie store, and reaches for it.

  “Hands off, mister,” I tease him, snatching the bag out of his grasp.

  Acting offended, he smirks at me. “Who, me?”

  “Yes, you, and no more ripping off my panties. They’re expensive, and I can’t afford to replace them every time I’m around you.”

  “But that was fucking hot. And I will buy you a hundred more to replace them.”

  I just roll my eyes at him. What a guy thing to say.

  “Got anything in that bag you can model for me tonight?” He winks.

  “Maybe. Maybe I’ve already got something on for you for tonight,” I coyly answer, and he growls in return.

  “Don’t tease me, Kin,” he says, as he reaches out for me, pulling me to stand in between his legs. My hands go directly into his hair as I lean down to kiss him. He’s so damn tall, I don’t have to lean far, even with him sitting down on the bed.

  “No teasing, but let me finish packing, and then I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” I kiss him again, and step out of his grasp. I check the bathroom and around the room, before calling it good for the night. I have my shower stuff still in his bathroom that I’ll pack in the morning, along with anything else I may have forgotten.

  “Okay.” I clasp my hands together in front of me. “I’m all done. I’m all yours,” I tell him.

  Brian immediately stands up and takes my hand, leading me out of this room and into his. I figure he’s leading me straight toward the bed, not wanting to miss any opportunity to get naked with me. So, I’m surprised when he leads me into the bathroom and turns on his soaker tub.

  “I figured we could relax together before we fall into bed,” he says, turning back to me, then reaches behind me to unzip the dress I’m wearing. “I’ve wanted to get you out of this since I walked into Scott’s. You’ve been killing me all night.” He lightly traces my spine as he slowly unzips the zipper. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder, exposing one side of my neck. He lowers his mouth to my skin and starts placing open-mouthed kisses along my neck, shoulder, and down my spine. The tingles that it sparks throughout my body have my nerve endings on fire. Everywhere he places a kiss is on fire. Once he’s reached the end of the zipper, he stands back up, and slips the dress from my shoulders, tracing his fingertips down my arms, following the fabric as it travels down my body. As the dress falls past my breasts, and Brian gets his first full view of my new lacy bra, he makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a growl.

  Bringing his hands back up to my face, he cups it with both, looking directly in my eyes for a few moments. The clarity and fire I see in them melts me that much more. I can see the desire this man has for me written all over his face. I never would have guessed he’d be so tender, so caring. I expected rough and demanding all the time from him. He finally lowers his lips to mine in a burning kiss, and I reach out and touch him, grabbing his shirt in both fists, pulling us a step closer together.

  With my dress pooled at our feet, I start unbuttoning his shirt. I sneak in a few caresses along his abs as his shirt falls open, then I reach my hands up to push it from his shoulders. I make quick work of his belt and trousers next, getting them opened and dropped to the floor to join my dress.

  Brian reaches over to shut off the water and drops a bath bomb into the tub. He turns back to me and grabs my hand, pulling it to his lips. He places a kiss against my knuckles, before he takes a step back to get his fill of me, standing here in just my matching bra and panties.

  When his eyes reach mine, they are on fire. He’s still only holding my hand, studying me as I stand in front of him. My heart is about to beat out of my chest, and my breathing is becoming more labored as the seconds tick by. He finally closes the space between us and reaches out to unclasp my bra. As soon as the front clasp falls open, his hands are there to catch my breasts. His callused fingers brush over my already hardened nipples, causing them to strain even more, almost painfully.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, dropping one hand from my breast to cup my ass as he pulls me closer to him, his lips covering mine in a crushing, frantic kiss. I slip my hands up and into his hair, holding him to me, not wanting this kiss to end. Without breaking our connection, he drops his hands down to my hips, slipping one hand down further, until he reaches my center. He presses against my clit through the lace, driving me crazy with the teasing sensation. I immediately feel a rush of wetness as my body responds to his touch. I know he can feel what he’s doing.

  He kisses his way over to my ear, biting my lobe, before he continues along my jaw and down my neck to my collarbone. His beard tickles along my skin, causing even more sensation and shocks through my body. I’m ready to say fuck the bath and tell him to take me straight to bed. I’m so hungry for him in this m
oment, I don’t know how I’ll last another minute of his expert torture.

  Brian steps back, but only so he can remove my panties. He climbs into the bath before helping me in after him. He sits with his back against the slanted end, pulling me in front of him so my back is to his front. Once we are seated, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me even closer to him. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my back as we relax into each other.

  “I’m going to miss you,” he says, his voice rough.

  “I know, I’ll miss you, too. But we’ve got texts, calls, and FaceTime to keep us together.” I try and lighten the mood. I don’t want us to get too sad about me leaving in the morning. I want to enjoy what time we still have together tonight.

  “I know. I just want you here, in my arms, my house, my bed,” he says, nipping at my neck.

  “Just a few weeks and we’ll be back together. I got an email back from my boss while I was packing, and my time off was approved,” I say, shifting slightly so I can look up at him. Seeing the smile that overtakes his face, and knowing he’s that excited about me coming back to see him, makes all of this feel that much more real. As hard as a long-distance relationship will be, knowing he’s in this just as much as I am lifts a little weight from my shoulders.

  We lie in the bath for a while longer, not really talking, just enjoying being here together. Words aren’t necessary as we soak each other in. As the water starts to cool, we shift to stand, and Brian helps me up and out of the tub. We both dry off and make our way into the room, toward the bed. Brian stops me before I reach the edge, pulling me closer to him. He sits on the edge, pulling me between his legs. We are both still for a moment, neither taking the lead on what we both know is coming next.

  Slowly, I reach up and pull the towel I have wrapped around me, letting it drop to the floor. Brian’s eyes drop from my face and take in my naked body. He brings his hands up, making slow, unhurried trails with his fingertips, from my hips up my stomach and rib cage, until he’s cupping my breasts. I lean into his touch as he dips his head down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, and sucks hard.

  “Oh!” I moan, feeling the shock straight to my clenching core.

  My moans only fuel Brian on as he sucks harder, bringing his other hand to my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. After a few more moments, he switches breasts, pulling more and more moans from me, as he continues to bring pleasure to my body.

  He releases my nipple with a pop, and kisses his way up, until his lips capture mine. As he deepens the kiss, he stands, picking me up as he goes. He turns us around and gently lays me down on the bed. He breaks our connection and kisses his way down again, this time passing down the valley between my breasts, stopping only when he’s reached the apex between my thighs.

  I can feel him hovering over me, and my body is primed and ready for him to give me what it wants so very badly. His breath is hot against my aching center as he teases me, driving me almost mad.

  “Brian….” I manage to get out.

  “Yes, Kin?” he asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice. Bastard. He knows he’s driving me crazy, sitting with his head between my legs and not touching me at all. He finally takes pity on me and flicks his tongue along my slit, up and around my clit, before sucking it into his mouth.

  My body responds immediately, bowing off the bed from the contact. The anticipation of him making me wait sets my nerves on edge even more than they already were. He’s relentless with his mouth, biting my clit lightly and lashing it with his tongue. Everything he does has me moaning and practically climbing off the bed. He adds his fingers to the mix, thrusting two of them inside my aching core. As soon as he reaches my g-spot and curls against it, I explode around his fingers, my body pulsing and squeezing them as I come. I’m seeing stars and almost black out from the intensity of the orgasm that doesn’t feel like it will ever end.

  Brian releases my clit from his mouth, and pulls his fingers from my core, licking them clean. He pushes himself up and lies down next to me, wrapping his arm around me, and allows me the time I need to come down from the euphoric high he’s just given me. As I regain the feeling throughout my body, I roll into his embrace and face him.

  “I take it you liked that?” he says, a little cocky.

  “I can’t even put into words how much I enjoyed that.” I smile at him, still a little dazed.

  He places a few quick kisses against my lips, leaving the lingering taste of me in his wake. I’ve never been a fan of kissing after oral, but for some unknown reason, I don’t mind it this time.

  “Ready for more, or are you still too sensitive?” he asks tenderly.

  “I’m ready for more, as long as that means you inside me.”

  Brian reaches over for a condom and quickly gets it in place before shifting me more toward the middle of the bed. He brings my hands together above my head, holding them with one of his hands. I pull my legs up, opening to him as he fits his hips between me, lining himself up with my entrance before thrusting inside me, filling me completely.

  “Fuck, Kin!” he shouts. “You’re so fucking tight, and feel so damn good.”

  Finding a rhythm – not what I would call slow, but definitely not fast – he pumps his hips at a steady pace. With our eyes on each other, we become one. Our movements mirror each other. My hips come up to meet his, thrust for thrust, our moans fueling each other on toward mutual satisfaction. Brian slows his movement, then releases my hands and pulls out completely. I feel the loss, and want him back inside me instantly.

  “Roll over onto your hands and knees,” he says, scooting back on his knees. I quickly do as he asks and as soon as I’m in position, he’s filing me from behind. The angle is new and makes it feel like he’s deeper inside me, hitting me in a new way that has me quickly barreling toward another release.

  It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to overtake my body, sending Brian over the edge as my body milks him for all he has. We collapse next to each other, both panting and out of breath as we bask in the afterglow. I roll so I can place my head on his chest, and he wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer.

  A few minutes later, Brian gets up to dispose of the condom and brings back a warm wet washcloth, gently cleaning me up. Once he’s done, he climbs back in bed and we go back to our preferred position in each other’s arms.

  We lie, silently again, both still a little on cloud nine. I slip into sleep, feeling the heat, comfort, and security of being in Brian’s arms. I’ve never really had an issue sleeping by myself, but after being in Brian’s arms, I don’t know how I will sleep alone once I’m back home. My bed is going to feel so empty and cold without him.

  I wake a few hours later, in the same position as when I fell asleep. I wiggle my way out of bed, and head for the bathroom, then out to the kitchen to find something to drink. I don’t have to be up for another few hours to head off to the airport. As I slide back into bed, I decide I’m not quite ready to fall back asleep.

  I want to make good use of my last few hours with him, so I slide down and grip his semi-hard cock, pumping it with my hand, which causes it to spring to life. Before he wakes up, I quickly drop my head and circle my tongue around the head of his cock, then run my tongue along the vein that travels the underside, all the way to the base, and back up again. Just as I’m reaching the tip, he wakes up, curses and praises falling from his sleepy lips.

  Before he can stop me, I wrap my lips around his thick hard cock and start to suck, bobbing up and down as I torturously bring him toward a climax. I back off my suction, releasing him from my mouth as I pump my hand up and down his shaft. I bring it back to my mouth, as I take him in as deep as I can, until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I keep him back there as long as I can, releasing him again to take in some air. At this moment, he reaches down and pulls me up his body, slamming his lips to mine once I’m flush against him.

  “Were you trying to kill me?” he asks.

  “No, just thought you would e
njoy the middle of the night wake-up,” I say, winking at him.

  “Best wake-up ever,” he replies, kissing me again, then reaching over for a condom. “But I’d rather come while buried inside your pussy instead of your mouth. Mutual benefits and all.” He winks at me as he adjusts us.

  Unlike last time, when he was slower, this time is the complete opposite. He’s fast-paced, thrusting hard; harder than any other time we’ve been together in the past two days. I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m leaving in a few hours, or him trying to leave an impression on my body, claiming me in a way, that has him so frantic. But it doesn’t matter what the difference is. All that matters is that we’re sharing this moment together, both barreling toward another epic orgasm.

  We both quickly fall off to sleep, sated from the mutual orgasms, still wrapped up in each other.

  I wake to the alarm on my phone, and groan as I reach for it on the nightstand. As pleasurable as our middle-of-the-night lovemaking session was, I’m dragging ass this morning. Coffee will be a must, as will sleeping on my flights.

  I roll back toward Brian, snuggling into his warmth for just a few more moments. He groggily wakes, pulling me closer as he places a kiss to the top of my head.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he croaks out, sleep still filling his voice.

  “Morning,” I say, sadness filling mine.

  Brian picks up on it right away, and rolls me so he can look down at me.

  “Hey, none of that,” he says, cupping my face. “We’ll get through this. We’ll figure out how to deal with the distance, and just remember, only a few more weeks and we’ll be back together for over a week.” He places a sweet kiss to my lips. “Now, let’s get you up and showered, fed, packed, and to the airport.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Brian

  Seeing Kinley off to the airport sucked. I tried to keep the sadness to a minimum to keep her from crying even more than she already was; it broke my fucking heart. I wish I could convince her to move here with me. Then we wouldn’t have to do this goodbye shit all the time. Yes, I would be gone for away games, but that is usually just a couple days at a time, not fucking weeks or months between seeing each other.