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I pulled my bound wrists against his neck, pressing him harder against me. I wanted to drive him lower and lower until his hot breath was on the building ache between my thighs. He straightened and stared at me head on. “Amanda Matthews, I want to fuck you until all I can feel is that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock,” he rasped, grabbing a condom from his pocket and unfastening the button on his suit pants. Within moments, his hard cock was nudging at my entrance. “These are in the way,” he whispered, threading his fingers through the straps of my thong and shimmying them down my legs. Slowly. Teasingly. A shudder traveled up my spine as I became overwhelmed with need.
“I need…” I began, not even sure how to articulate what I craved. I wanted him hard and fast. Demanding. Punishing. The silky feel of his light touches made me heady.
“What do you need, Solver?” he asked, the question like a taunt.
“You. I need you.”
Oakley surged inside of me, making my head roll back and my toes curl. The moment he was fully inside of me, he bit his lip and let out a grunt. “Fuck, Amanda. You feel so good,” he murmured.
Oakley started pumping harder. I felt ravaged by his movements. The silky restraints binding my wrists added a sense of excitement to it all. I was flooded with sensations. We were electric. Erotic. I sunk into the feeling of his large cock piercing me. I glided across the table. Hell, I could have been flying for all I knew.
He didn’t ease. We were spiraling. Climbing. The smell of sex mixed in the air with the fragrant flowers. “So fucking close,” I croaked. My voice was a broken mess of bliss.
Oakley shuddered, and soon both of us were exploding on the table. I cried out, not caring how loud I was. Oakley was nothing but a mess of moans and curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said while grabbing my hips. He dug his fingers into my skin, and I rode out my bliss along with him.
“Fuck, Oakley,” I said once the last bit of pleasure had passed. “That was…” I couldn’t even articulate what that was.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re mine, Amanda Matthews,” Oakley said.
“Ditto, Problem.”
25
The California sunshine beat down on my shoulders as we waited for the charter bus that would take us to our hotel. The three hour flight was okay. The entire team sat together, so it smelled like I was breathing in filtered farts the entire time. Oakley held my hand, and I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder, earning us various curious stares and winks from Dale and his other teammates. We might not have been officially dating by conventional standards, but it was pretty well-known where we stood.
“Are you ready for your meetings?” Coach asked. He’d been standing nearby, eyeing Oakley’s hand laced with mind with scrutiny.
“I prepped him on possible questions. I also arranged for some journalists to be there to catch them going into a meeting to get some buzz,” I answered, looking up at the approaching charter bus. Our hotel was close to the stadium, and I was freaking out about possibly running into someone I knew.
“I’m ready,” Oakley added.
We got on the bus, and the moment I sat down, I started checking Oakley’s social media and articles featuring commentary about the upcoming game. Nearly everyone was mentioning how Oakley seemed to be taking this season seriously.
“I’ve emailed all of you the schedules for the weekend. I want each of you to go to your hotel rooms and lock yourselves inside for the duration of the evening. No partying. No canoodling. Nothing. I’ll have eyes all over the hotel. You can leave your room to eat. That’s it. Be smart, or I’ll make you run until you puke. This is a big game. Lots of important people are watching,” Coach Howard said while staring at me. “I’m putting Miss Matthews on watchdog duty. Since she’s done such a good job keeping Oakley in line, I’m promoting her to babysitter of all your sorry asses for the night. Her room is at the end of the hall, and I have it on good authority that she’ll kick you in the balls if you break the rules.”
What? That was news to me. The entire bus started whistling.
“Coach?” I whispered. “We didn’t discuss this. If I’m managing the image of the entire team, I need to be prepped. How do you expect me to keep them out of trouble if I don’t have advanced notice?”
Coach leaned over to look at me. “I have complete faith in your ability to wrangle them. It’s one night. Keep my team out of trouble. Sit in the hallway if you have to. I’ll have a very positive letter of recommendation if you do.”
I gritted my teeth. “Got it.”
Oakley squeezed my hand and smiled. I supposed I would be spending my evening in the hallway tonight.
The carpet in the hallway was so gross. I mean, it looked fine, but it had a faint smell of dog piss and spray deodorizer. For the last hour, I had been sitting on the floor, leaning up against the door to my room, trying not to think about the last time it was actually shampooed. Since my room was at the end of the hall, anyone trying to leave would have to go past me.
So far, all of the guys were behaving. I could see all of their doors from my spot, and every now and again, one of them would pop their head out to see if I was still playing watchdog.
“I see you, Liam. Don’t even think about it!” I shouted as one of the players opened his door and peeked out. The escape attempts had died down since they figured out I really was going to sit in the damn hallway on the disgusting floor.