“God, I hate you.”
No, you just hate that you want to fuck me this badly.
I kissed up higher, sucking his earlobe into my mouth and nursing at it before biting it, too. His dick pulsed, tip dripping in a way that activated my nastiest urges.
“Fuck, Simeon.”
That plaintive whine, almost a plea for mercy, drove me to sabotage. I kissed over the side of his face and went for his mouth. He caught me by the scruff of my neck before I could make contact, and the frustration building in my chest made me want to punch him in the goddamn face.
“You fucking punk.” He sneered. “You don’t listen, do you?”
“Never been real good at it.” I kept jerking him, hand flying while my gaze stayed glued to his mouth. It was swollen from all the biting he’d done. God, I just wanted to soothe it with my tongue. “I thought you wanted to win.”
“I’m winning,” he rasped.
His hand dropped to the waistband of my joggers, yanking them down. What followed was the most intense few minutes of a mutual jerk I’d ever experienced. Me tugging him and him tugging me with our foreheads pressed together and mouths ajar. So close to touching, but not, except for the infrequent graze of my tongue if I wet my lips. Those touches set me on fire more than the feel of his hand trying to tug the come out of me. And I could feel it coming on fast and hard, a wave of liquid fire as I moaned against his clean-shaven face.
“Gotta go to my bedroom.”
“I’m close,” he rasped. “Gonna bust all over you.”
“Then wait so we can make a mess together. I been saving this load for you, and I don’t wanna unleash it in a common space.”
Adrián reared back, looking around quickly. I swooped in for another wet kiss to his throat.
“Marcus is my roommate, dumbass. And you just saw him on TV.”
“Right. I’m bugging.” Adrián reached down to tuck his dick away. “If we gonna finish this, lead on. I have to go soon.”
Yeah right.
I adjusted my throbbing erection and strode out of the room to the tune of nineties R&B blasting on a Spotify playlist that would play through the house. He was close behind me, still breathing hard. When we got to my room, he shoved me face-first onto the chaise lounge by the window, completely bypassing my massive bed. I started to get up, but he trapped me by pressing his hips against my ass and bracing one hand to the back of my neck.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To jerk you off, you dumbass.”
“Nah, we’re good like this.”
Adrián grabbed my joggers and yanked them down. I automatically strained up against him, irritation replacing the heat that had scorched through me only a few minutes ago, but he was much stronger. The guy who’d blitzed me multiple times throughout our football careers was now grinding his hard dick against my ass while pinning me down with little effort. I was caught between lifting my hips in offering and elbowing him in the face.
“I think I’m gonna ride that tight fuckhole of yours.”
I sneered at the words even while grinding my erection against the smooth leather of the chaise. “Someone’s been watching porn.”
“Where’s your condoms?”
My dick got harder. We were doing this. It wasn’t a tease. And if I went by the hoarse edge of his voice and the breathless demands, he was gagging for it.
“Lube and rubbers in the drawer by the bed. We just got our physicals, but whatever you wanna do.”
Adrián dragged the tip of his dick along my ass. “Figures a thirsty slut like you would want it raw.”
The switch on whether I’d shove him off me or swallow my rising temper and let him ride me was poised smack in the middle. Figured a “straight” boy would resort to this route. So typical. He’d pound my ass but not without making sure I felt like his little bitch in the process.
He returned to my back and manhandled me into the position he wanted, getting rougher if I didn’t immediately comply. Only when I had one leg extended along the chaise and my other leg thrown over the side, knee pressing into the carpet, did he fit himself behind me. His thick muscular thigh trapped my own in place, keeping my knee planted to the floor, and he held me down at the small of my back.
Adrián pulled my cheeks apart and tapped the fat tip of his cock along my crack. His breath hitched—first sign that he wasn’t as sure about this as he’d originally thought.
“Don’t punk out now. Dunno how you can do me like this if you’re too fragile to accept a kiss, though.”
“Because from this angle you’re just a needy bitch with a tight hole. When I close my eyes, you could be anyone.”
“You’re pushing it,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against the cushion. “I won’t play this game regardless of how hot your dick is.”
“Shut your mouth. You want it regardless of how you get it.”
I pushed myself up and he slammed me down just as hard, powerful hands holding the small of my back. His dick tapped against my ass again, and I had to bite back a groan.
“I fucking hate you, Brav—”
Beneath him, I went taut. And then I almost laughed. He was doing it on purpose, and he’d almost gotten me. Somehow, somewhere, in the past few weeks he’d picked up on the fact that this was exactly the type of bullshit I hated—some dickhead acting like I was less of a man because of what I liked in bed. Someone pushing me around, trying to dominate me, and all the bullshit talk that went along with it.
But for today? I’d get along just fine. I relaxed, but he was inside me before I was ready for it. Judging from the way his voice went high as he cried out, he hadn’t been ready for it either.
I grinned against the cushion, in love with the explosion of sensation from my nerve endings, and the way he rammed through the tight ring of resistance in one powerful stoke. I pushed back on him and flexed my inner muscles.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “Work that dick.”
I did, milking and squeezing to drive him insane, but the strength behind Adrián’s fucking was mind-blowing. He held me in place with his hands braced on the small of my back and moved in and out of me with such force that his hips slammed into me with jarring slaps. Each one pushed me against the arm of the chaise lounge no matter how I braced myself.
I was helpless beneath him, fucked open until my ass was just a tight vessel for him to use, and that powerlessness was addictive in a way I hadn’t expected. Scrabbling for leverage, I shoved back on him, chasing his cock in a frantic quest for more.
“C’mon, Bravo,” I said, hoarse and thick. “Let’s see if you can find my sweet spot.”
His fingers dug into me, reminding me who was in charge. He pulled out almost to the tip before slamming forward again so his balls slapped against me.
I arched up, mouth gaping and an anguished sound ripping out. He did it again and pleasure exploded inside of me, consuming me. I still managed to growl, “Not there, boo. Not even close. Maybe Judd would do a better job.”
“Fuck you, Simeon. This ass is mine.”
“Not if you can’t find my g-spot.”
Adrián grabbed a fist full of my hair with one hand, still holding me down with the other.
“Getting mad?” I panted. “I’m just starting to wonder if you’ve ever even found a girl’s clit.”
He shoved my face down, pressing it into the cushion. “Shut up and take my dick.”
Adrián rode me with a fierceness that must have been borne of frustration and anger and the confusing power of his own lust, because he went from hard to ruthless. I hung on to the flimsy chaise, feeling it jolt forward beneath me and distantly wondering if it would fall apart beneath our large bodies. The thought fell away when his tip slammed into my prostate.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out.
“Yes,” he said, and I c
ould hear the smugness in his voice. “Right there?”
“Ahh . . .”
He rammed it again. My body was tingling as euphoria took hold, because this had to be the best feeling in the world. This sense of being fucked into delirium.
“Yeah?” Adrián yanked my head up by a grip of hair. “You better tell me.”
“Yes,” I gritted out, fighting the buzzing incoherence.
“Yeah? Louder. Fucking let me hear it, baby.”
“Yes!”
Adrián forced his way into me over and over, pressing into my prostate and driving me farther over the edge. Awareness of the room, the chaise beneath, the music, and the game vanished. It was just him lodged deep inside me as he released with a harsh cry, and me moaning shamelessly when I arched up just enough to touch my dick. It took barely a brush of fingers for me to come.
He hunched over me breathing hard while sweat dripped onto my back and ass. It took a few seconds for everything to realign in my brain. When I blinked away the disorientation, it was to the sensation of him pulling out. My toes curled, but I didn’t move from my sprawl on the chaise.
“Simeon.”
“Wh—” I cleared my voice so it wasn’t so rough. “What?”
His fingers dragged along my back and the top of my ass before I lost his touch completely.
“I gotta go.”
I closed my eyes. “Okay.”
He didn’t move. Even when I didn’t say anything else, when I didn’t roll over or joke, he continued to kneel beside me. His fingers ghosted over my back again, sliding between my shoulder blades and coming up to my hair. He stroked it away from my forehead in a touch so soft it had to come from someone else. No way was the guy who’d just murdered my ass being this gentle.
“I’ll see you Tuesday.”
I flashed the deuces.
Adrián inhaled and exhaled loudly. For a hot second I thought he would stay and keep prodding me into an answer instead of taking off while his semen was inside me and his sweat was still damp on my skin, but he didn’t. He picked up his clothes and left.
Chapter Ten
Adrián
I was going to kill Judd.
He stayed the length of every practice, unlike fifty percent of the others who took the bonus hours to get shit done while their kids were occupied, and worked on Simeon the entire time. Laughing at his jokes, asking questions about plays and technique, admiring his dedication to the kids, and asking questions about his family in Louisiana.
I learned more about Simeon by eavesdropping on their conversations than I’d ever learned on my own. It emphasized that I was trash, and Judd was actually serious about conning Simeon into liking him. Because in my world, a fan putting this much effort in had to be for a reason. There were bragging rights attached to hooking up with an NFL player, and that chance it would get serious and you’d get access to that money.
Except Simeon had said Judd was closeted, so it couldn’t be for the glory. And it seemed unlikely he thought they’d hop into a relationship that would get him money. Maybe it was a fetish thing.
My cynicism allowed me to consider all of that, and I didn’t know that it wasn’t at the back of Simeon’s mind either, but he seemed to like Judd. Unless he was good at pretending.
“Why are there so many cameras outside?” Delilah demanded. “Our scrimmage isn’t until next week!”
“They’re here to talk to us about the coming storm,” Simeon said. “About the way the Center has been helping with preparations.”
Delilah rolled her eyes. “It’s only a tropical depression.”
I laughed, and she flashed a triumphant smirk. Earlier on it’d been established that if I got along with only one child during this entire shitshow, it would be Delilah. Her family was cool, too, even though I barely spoke to them. I’d complained to Delilah one day about missing my mother’s pasteles, and the next Monday she’d come in with a pan of them freshly made by her grandmother.
“Sandy was a tropical depression, and look how much destruction it caused,” Judd butted in.
“Yeah, but there are like three other factors that combined to make Sandy a super storm soooo . . .” I was being immature, but I couldn’t help it. “Not the same sitch, homie.”
Judd seemed taken aback by my sarcasm. Simeon just shook his head from where he was stacking cones and putting equipment in boxes. I saw the edge of his mouth twitch before he schooled his face into neutrality again.
“I’m sure it will be fine. We just have to take precautions because this neighborhood is in a flood zone.”
“How does that affect your lives?” Brayden asked. “Are you just helping for the photo ops?”
God, these kids were little jerks. I’d hated it at first, but now I loved it. My mother would have smacked me in the head by now, but I found them hilarious.
“Yes,” I said. “I need all the publicity I can get to make people think I’m remotely likeable.”
“I know that’s right,” Simeon muttered.
The kids giggled. Judd smiled at Simeon like a loser.
“Why don’t you guys go get your stuff?” I suggested to the rest of the group. “We’re shutting down early to finish boarding up. Your parents will be here soon.”
There was a collective groan, but they complied. All but Brayden, who already had his small duffel bag and was impatiently waiting for his father. Shaking my head, I knelt on the floor and went back to gathering the padding that usually cushioned the floor.
“Are you coming over again, Coach Boudreaux?”
My head snapped up so fast something cracked.
Simeon ruffled Brayden’s hair. “Nah, kiddo. I’ll be here for a while, and then I have to take care of my place on Long Island.”
Brayden pouted. “Maybe after the storm?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
Hands tightening around the pads, I forced myself to shove them in the storage totes. I used too much force and slammed my knuckle into the edge of the hard plastic bin.
“Fuck!”
Everyone looked at me. Grimacing, I held up my knuckle before sucking on it. Simeon arched an eyebrow. He turned to Judd and Brayden again.
“I’ll see you guys after the weather calms down, okay? Hopefully we’ll have practice on Tuesday as planned.”
Brayden waved and started for the door with Judd reluctantly following. He started to say something but appeared to think better of it after glancing at me. I kept sucking on my knuckle until they were gone and the rest of the kids trooped out.
“You went to their house?”
Simeon had returned to stowing equipment in boxes. “Yes. Last week.”
After we’d fucked, I silently filled in. Huh.
“Why?”
“Because they invited me over to dinner, and I didn’t mind taking the invitation.” Simeon closed one of the boxes and glanced around for tape. “Judd made gumbo.”
“Wow. He’s trying hard to get in your panties, ain’t he?”
“Sure is.”
There was a hint of a smile in his voice that stopped me cold. I went from frozen to breathless to fired up in the space of a breath. I got to my feet and crossed the room, pushing the box away to stand in front of him.
“You didn’t really fuck that clown, did you?”
Simeon scoffed. “Why’s he a clown, though?”
“Because he’s a fucking jersey chaser, obviously.”
“Maybe he just thinks I’m pretty.” Simeon made his eyes go wide, blinking long eyelashes at me. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re an idiot who fucks without thinking.”
I sort of expected him to get pissed off and go off on me so we could argue, but he just snickered. “Okay, Gavin Brawley. I haven’t heard that one before.”
He returned to his quest
for tape, and I stood there like a jackass glaring at him. My anger was like a snowball growing bigger the longer my mind went downhill, courtesy of supplied mental images of their stupid gumbo dinner and what may have happened after Brayden went to sleep.
“Why would you put yourself in that position after what happened last time?”
“Wow, you really do sound like Gavin.” Simeon put his hands on his hips and looked. “Y’all really expect me to give up guys because of a bad incident? I already cut back on going out. I’m supposed to stay at my house alone?”
“You don’t have to be at your house alone. Last week I asked if you wanted to go eat like three fucking times, and you told me you were busy.”
“I was busy.” Simeon jerked his thumb at the doorway. “With Judd.”
Heat flooded my face. “So you can hang out with him and not me?”
“Uh . . . yeah. Because he’s trying to date me, and you’re not.”
I pressed my lips together.
“Isn’t that right, Adrián?”
“Yeah, whatever.” My nostrils flared. “So, did you fuck him?”
Simeon was on the cusp of an incredulous laugh. I could see it in every twitch of that well-formed mouth and in the crinkling of his eyes.
“What difference does it make?”
“I just wanna know.”
“Why?” he pressed. “How does it concern you?”
How did it concern me? Every response, especially the pissed-off ones, were offensive. As I evaluated all of them before spitting them out, I knew they’d send the wrong message even if I didn’t mean it the way they’d sound.
Because I have a right to know who else you’re fucking if we’re still gonna fool around was the phony retort that kept wanting to leap out, but it sounded too much like a sub about gay dudes not practicing safe sex. It was no way in hell correct or in line with my real concerns. But now that I’d started checking myself before opening my mouth, I knew it was all wrong.
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