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  I didn’t want to come in her mouth, but I didn’t want her to stop. I let her suck me off for a while, just till I got to the very edge, before I gently pushed her away. She looked up to me, using her finger to wipe at the corner of her mouth. Her face was flushed and she was panting a little. She looked lustful and hungry. It had turned her on as much as it had me.

  I pulled her up and kissed her. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, feeling hers.

  I had been thinking about this for a while. I had been thinking about her curves and my hands all over them. I wanted to see her stripped, completely naked. I wanted to lick her soft skin and fuck her with no clothes on.

  We couldn’t do that here. We had the room for as long as we wanted it, but it wasn’t right. It was sort of hot that there were so many people in the club below and that a person might make the mistake of opening the door and finding us, but I still wanted to get her on a bed. I wanted to get her in my house, where I could pin her down and fuck the shit out of her. Where I could watch her tits bounce as she took my cock, and see her skin turn red where I would suck and bite it.

  I tangled my fingers through the hair at the back of her neck. Her hair was all down today and it was long, the way I liked it. It flowed down her back in perfect curls. It would be a mess by the time I was done with her.

  I pushed her back gently so that the back of her legs met the table behind her.

  “Sit down, Quinn. It’s your turn.”

  She sank down obediently and looked up at me.

  “Panties. Take them off.”

  She raised her hips to pull her panties completely off her body. I took them from her and stuffed them in my pocket. Just like she had done for me, I got down on the floor.

  “Lean back, babe,” I said to her. She did. I held her around the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table.

  Her pussy was already wet. I smirked thinking about how turned on she must have been sucking my dick. She was a fan of little Dante, too… nah, he wasn’t that little. Her lips, hairless and soft were glistening with her juices. Using my finger, I parted them and felt their smoothness. She squirmed. Obviously impatient. I wanted to eat her out so good that she forgot everyone else who had ever done it before me, but I wanted to make it last.

  I kissed the inside of her thigh gently and travelled up, the way I had with my hand when we were still out in the main club space.

  “Dante, please,” she said. She was so sexy. She had been a doll and sucked me off, so it was only fair I did the same for her. I loved eating pussy. Sometimes it was all you had to do and a girl would give you whatever you wanted. I latched my mouth onto her mound and licked. She tensed up immediately, raising her back off the table and stifling a scream. She tasted like honey down there.

  I used an arm to keep her hips down so she wouldn’t grind against me or move away. She was going to take it just the way that I gave it to her. I could hear her breathing getting louder and her moans become strained and desperate. I licked her clit before firmly sucking the little nub into my mouth. I used my other hand to play with her opening, feeling her pleasure leaking out and using it to lube my fingers up. I slid just one in first, but she struggled under my arm.

  “Dante, more, I need more.”

  I smirked. She was ravenous. She couldn’t get enough. I used my tongue to toy with her clit as I slid two fingers into her. I pulled them apart so she could feel me stretch her out. She loved it. She was practically dripping, she was so wet. Turning her on was turning me on.

  I curled my fingers so that I could hit her spot. She bucked her hips suddenly, telling me I was doing something very right. I had to hold her steady as I thrust faster. Her hands wrapped around the arm that was holding her down. She was a mess. She panted and writhed. She was trying to talk, but she couldn’t get the words out because of how good my mouth and hand felt.

  Her walls tightened around my fingers and her legs shook as she finally came. She let out a small scream. Her nails dug into the skin on my arm. She froze before she sagged back onto the table. Still. Exhausted. Satisfied. I raised my head to look up at her face. She was smiling at me.

  She pulled my hand to her lips and licked them clean, looking me straight in the eye as she did. I pulled her up to me and kissed her again. We weren’t in my bed at home. I would have had her stretched out on the bed underneath me and we would have gone at it. The table height sucked, but it would have to do.

  “Turn around,” I told her. She did. I kissed along the back of her neck, up to her ear. I used my hands to run up and down her body. I grabbed her tits through the fabric of her top and bra. They were nice and big. I pulled her skirt up around her hips, squeezing her ass.

  “Lean down on the table,” I told her. She leaned forward on her hands. I lifted one of her legs onto the table so she was just standing on one. Did she have good balance? Only one way to find out. I took my cock out and ran it up and down her wet slit a couple times before sliding into her, raw. She moaned, feeling me enter her body. I would have preferred to have her facing me because I wanted to look at her as she took my cock, but this would be fine. This would do. It wouldn’t be the last time that she and I would do this. I was sure of that.

  She felt just as tight and hot as she had the first time. She was slick because she had just come. I held her hips and started thrusting. I started slow, feeding her my cock little by little till she had taken the whole thing. I squeezed her curvy ass. I owned it. It was mine. She was mine. I pulled her up and told her to put her leg on the table.

  I helped her lift it up and held her steady as I thrusted into her from that new angle. She moaned, feeling me deeper inside. I used one of my hands to reach around her body and rub her clit, making her moans louder. She was so sexy. I wished there was a mirror in front of us so that I could watch her take my cock.

  I slowed down and fed it to her deep, making every thrust count. I was holding her steady so she couldn’t back into me. The slow speed was driving me crazy too, but I wanted to make her crazy. I wanted her to remember this fuck and who gave it to her this good.

  “I know you couldn’t wait for me to fuck you again,” I whispered into her ear. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. About us. I know you’ve never had anyone this good… or this big, isn’t that right?”

  “Yes,” she said desperately. “I want you so bad,” she said between her moans. “Dante. Please make me come.”

  “You’re all mine, baby,” I said to her. “The next time someone touches you, you’re going to close your eyes and you’ll see me. You’ll feel me doing this to you.”

  I sped up, just a little. Just enough to frustrate her a little bit more. She was becoming desperate.

  “Say it,” I said, thrusting harder.

  “Yours. I’m yours Dante…only you.”

  I jackhammered into her as hard and fast as I could, making her scream. She came again before I did. If I wasn’t holding her steady, she would have fallen forward onto the table. I shot inside of her just like the first time. I fucking claimed her. She was mine. She had said it. She knew it, too.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Quinn

  It was late when I finally got home. I mean, when Dante dropped me off at home. It was past midnight, and I was exhausted. Dante had made sure of that.

  Before he left, he kissed me in the car. He didn’t come out and walk me to my apartment door, and I was glad that he didn’t. It would have felt too much like a date. It was enough that we were having sex when we weren’t supposed to be, I didn’t want it to get even messier. I couldn’t afford for that to happen.

  Really, we had already gone too far. We were doing something that we weren’t supposed to be doing, and since neither of us wanted to stop, we had to somehow maintain that we were going to remain focused on what we were really there to do.

  Besides, we had already had sex that night anyway. Again would have just been overkill.

  No… it would have been probably the best night of my life
, but there were limits. Even between us, who had knocked all of them down, there were limits. I was trying my hardest to hang onto every shred of professionalism I had left, which wasn’t much.

  I knew what it sounded like when I had offered him the surprise in exchange for the short interview when we went upstairs at the club. I wasn’t bribing him. It was just an incentive. I wanted him to talk to me, and he wanted me to suck his dick. It wasn’t like I wasn’t going to suck his dick unless he gave me the answers I was looking for. No, as much as it embarrassed me to say it, I was ready to do most things with that guy if he asked me.

  I wasn’t making him say anything he didn’t want to. He didn’t seem like I was twisting his arm. He was being honest, surprisingly honest. Refreshingly honest. He didn’t have to be if he didn’t want to, but he was.

  Why was his past so dark? I understood that a lot of athletes came from humble backgrounds—but shit—he came from just…the worst. I couldn’t imagine. I wanted to compare it to my own childhood, and there was no comparison. My parents were still married, and I had no siblings. I had had nannies who took care of me when my parents were at work, and I was never bullied. I hadn’t seen half the shit that he had by the time he was sixteen in my whole life. We hadn’t been rich, but we were comfortable.

  I loved that he was willing to take it there with me. I liked to think that maybe it meant that he trusted me and that he thought that sort of information was in safe hands with me. I wasn’t about to try and use it against him or try to shame him for it. I had to hold back everything that would come over me when he talked. I didn’t want to cry or react in a way that would make him stop. I didn’t want to say I felt sorry for him because you didn’t tell that to a man.

  He didn’t want my pity. He wanted to feel acknowledged and know that his vulnerability wasn’t about to be used against him. I didn’t know how I was going to end up writing about this stuff, the hard and sensitive stuff, but the pressure was on. I didn’t want to disrespect him and the honesty and openness that he had shown me when he didn’t really have to.

  Everything was fine as long as it didn’t end up skewing what it was that I was there to do. I was reporting on Dante Rock and now my viewpoint was more than a little biased. It wasn’t like any news was neutral, but still, I had standards. The other option was just completely breaking it off with him, and that would have been hard considering we had the rest of the season to be around each other.

  Just because we had done it twice already didn’t mean we had to keep doing it. We were most likely going to, but that was just because we wanted to, not because we felt we had to. A thousand questions were running through my head.

  There was no way this would happen under other circumstances. There was no way that Dante Rock, even if we had met in a regular social setting, much like the ones in which he was used to normally meeting women, would have taken an interest in me. I had seen some of the women when he had been photographed with them. They were exactly the type of girl that you thought would look for a guy like him, and exactly the type that a guy like him would look for.

  They were generally the model type. Sometimes there was a socialite here and there, and other times a girl famous for being pretty on the internet, but they all had that look. First, they were all tall, never as tall as him, of course, but they were tall. Then, they were skinny. They had the bodies that every other woman on earth was taught to want and to strive for.

  I had never been skinny in my life and I wasn’t going to start trying to be. If that was what Dante really wanted, then he could go back to that as soon as the season was over and I was done with him. I hated to think that he was using me for sex because I had effectively robbed him of all the ways he would be able to get it. I was the only woman available so maybe that was really just it.

  Any port in a storm, and all that.

  Couldn’t the same be said about me though?

  There he was, Dante Rock. He was a man who would be unavailable to me sexually in any other situation. Since I had basically driven him to desperation, I was the one who he had to choose. He didn’t have any other choice. The lions in the zoo would prefer to kill and eat their prey, but since sides of beef were all that was available to them, they made do.

  For the time that I had him in this position, he was basically mine to do with what I wanted… and fuck it, I was going to.

  The performance he had given in the locker room hadn’t been a fluke. The man was just as good—if not better—this second time around. Hm. He was definitely better. This time, he had used his tongue, and I had nearly lost my mind.

  I would go back just for that. Even if he hadn’t won a championship, his pussy-eating skills were championship level. He ate pussy the way he played basketball, better than most people I had ever had the pleasure of watching. We had done it without a rubber, again. I wasn’t even going to try and get him to use one. The fact that his cock was completely bare when he fucked me just made it hotter.

  This time at the club made it the second time that we had had sex somewhere we technically were not allowed to. It was the second time that we had done it in public where literally anyone could have walked in on us. Was it always going to be like that? We weren’t dating. He wasn’t inviting me to his house, and I wasn’t inviting him to mine. The places we were meeting weren’t exactly social, and they definitely weren’t intimate.

  Would we end up fucking under a table one day? Were we just going to keep doing it in plain sight? Was it greedy for me to want, maybe, just a bed? I didn’t want romance or anything; I knew where to look for that. I just wanted something more comfortable, where I didn’t have to listen to the sounds of other people and where I didn’t have to worry about a picture or tape being leaked and ruining my career. I also wanted to see Dante naked. All the way naked. I had seen all the important parts already, and the entire world had seen him without his shirt on, but I didn’t like having sex with my clothes on.

  I wasn’t hungry but thought it was maybe smart to try and eat something, definitely, have some water at least. I wasn’t drunk, but I didn’t want to take any chances and wake up feeling like shit. It was late, and I didn’t want to cook. I didn’t want to try and order food in either. I settled for some crackers I had in the pantry and some hummus I had in the fridge, which I had bought on sale. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. All those stupid rules where you couldn’t eat once the sun went down were so dumb. All that shit about “When you’re hungry, don’t eat.” Really, what kind of advice was that?

  I went wearily through my night time routine because there was no good reason to fall asleep in your makeup. Not unless you were dead. I made my way to the shower and tied my hair up so it didn’t get wet. It was messy, but I could just curl it in the morning. I didn’t want to wash it. Undressing, I found that I didn’t have my underwear on, again. Dante had taken that pair as well. Was he starting a collection? What did he do with them? Maybe when we were together I could just skip on them completely, make things easier for both of us.

  The hot water was soothing on my skin. I couldn’t wait to get to bed. Dante didn’t have a normal nine to five, which was why he could afford to hit the clubs so often. Dante. I closed my eyes and I could feel him on my skin again. I could feel his hard body behind me, and I could feel his hands working me into a frenzy. I could feel his breath on my ear and hear him.

  “Mine,” he had said. He said I was his. I had said it, too. He had said that the next time another man touched me, I would think of him. I was already thinking of him and it had barely been an hour since we had been together. I felt my hands go to my nipples and squeeze. I wished it was Dante’s lips I felt there and not my own hands. I wanted to feel him all over me. I wanted him to possess me, really make me his.

  My hands slipped between my thighs and I rubbed my swollen clit. Just like that, I was on fire for him again. I couldn’t rub myself the way he had. My fingers would never feel as big and thick inside me as his did. They sure as hell wou
ldn’t feel as hard and hot as his cock did. I wanted him. I wanted him again and again until I couldn’t talk or move…until I could still feel where he had been the next day. I came against my own hand, slumping against the shower wall. My mind was swimming with thoughts of him, what I would do if he was with me, what I would let him do to me. Thinking about him was harmless, as long as it didn’t end up getting in the way of important business. The man, whether I wanted him to be or not, was under my skin.

  I got out of the shower and put my pajamas on. Usually, I would turn the television on because I didn’t like to fall asleep to silence, but I was tired enough tonight that I likely wouldn’t need any help getting to sleep. I settled under the covers and made sure my alarm was set for the next morning. I noticed an unread text message. It must have come through when we were at the club.

  It was from Daniel.

  It was an image. At first glance, it was a couple of people in a restaurant or a bar or club sitting together. One was a man and one was a woman. They were very close together like they were trying to talk to each other over the loud music. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.