INICIAR SESIÓNMILOThat word again. It should have been ridiculous. I was thirty-three; he was twenty-eight. I was older. I should have known better than to let a word like that keep affecting me. But it landed in a place I didn’t have a name for and I felt myself soften and open more under him like a flower turning toward light.I looked back over my shoulder at him. My face was twisted into a helpless whimper, half pain, half pleasure. His face was half triumph, half tenderness as he thrust into me and his breath washed over my face.“My babygirl,” he said again, softer this time and I lost count, turning back frailly toward the pillow as each thrust knocked the air right out of my lungs.His hips picked up pace. With each sharp, brutalizing thrust, his weight pressed me deeper into the mattress, the room filled with the obscene sound of skin slamming against skin and the bed knocking against the wall. My dick was so hard under me I thought I might burst. I reached down and wrapped my hand aroun
MILO“You nasty slut,” he whispered sinisterly into my ear, his breath dragging along my skin. “You can’t say you came here not expecting this to happen.”I smiled again. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t, which was why I lowkey prepared for it.Without warning, he added a second finger. I gritted my teeth. The stretch burned—two of his longest fingers fighting for room in my tight little hole. Within seconds, the burn quickly turned into something pleasurable.My face lifted off the pillow before I even realized it and I gasped. “Oh, fuck…”“There you are.” He laughed, low against the back of my neck. “I knew you were going to like getting your ass played with.”He was right. But not entirely. I didn’t know until later tonight.“And who better than me to do it?” He laughed again—the sound of a man who’d finally won something he’d been chasing for a long time. “I’m going to fuck your ass so good you’d wish I did it earlier.”Just like that his fingers worked me open with a patience I hadn’t
MILOAiden was standing right there in the middle of the hallway. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Looking at me like I was something that just walked straight out of one of his dreams. “Jesus,” he blurted out.“What?” I stared down at myself, suddenly self-conscious in a way I’d never been. Did I wear the bra wrong? Was the skirt pulled up too high or too low or was something hanging out?I looked at myself a dozen times in the mirror before stepping out. Pretty sure I hadn’t missed anything. “Nothing. You just—” He didn’t finish. He closed his mouth, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Come on. Let’s get you another drink.”I shook my head. “I’m not drinking unless you finish the sentence.” I insisted. “I just what?”He gave me a knowing look, that smile still plastered on his face.“You just look different. That’s all.”Of course I’d look different. Did he expect me to look the same in women’s underwear? I let my guard down some more, and couldn’t help the smile that crept acros
MILOAiden poured the seventh glass and slid it toward me. Anyone with eyes could see I was already gone. Drunk. Swaying where I sat. Past the point of pretending I could handle it. “C’mon,” he pressed, sliding the glass closer. “Just another bottle and we can call it a night.”“Another bottle?” I laughed. Too loud. Too loose. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to take another bottle of that. I… I’m heading home to my bed.”I pushed back from the table, trying to get up. He didn’t let me. He kept pushing the glass toward me. And I forgot to mention, it wasn’t one of those small, thin glasses. It was one of those big tumblers that could literally qualify as a can.I shook my head and kept resisting until my hand knocked the glass over by accident.The drink hit my chest and ran down my shirt—cold, sticky, sudden. The bloom spread across the rest of my body and soaked into my pants, right where my dick sat. I stared down at it for what felt like a full minute before the slow, mortif
FINN The walk downstairs felt like forever. Every step down felt heavier than the last. The wood creaked beneath us, and with each creak, I braced myself for the worst. If his aunt ended up disappointed, if she ended up kicking him out then I’d take Keller to stay with me at my place. My parents would raise brows, no doubt, but I can handle them. I’ll cook up some excuse to convince them. And the fact Keller and I played in the same team would make it so much easier to sell.He’d stay with me until he could figure things out. Until he could afford to rent a place of his own. As things stood, we weren’t earning much of anything until we made it big and became professional players. Soccer scouts from across Europe and America would be in the state finals, watching. That was our chance to get seen. To show what we got. Because if they’re impressed by a player's skills and potential, there was a huge chance he could be signed to some of the biggest clubs in the world—the ones that paid
FINNIt happened on a Tuesday after training.Coach let us off early so we could rest and prepare for the state’s final championship match in two days. Keller and I pretended to go our separate ways after training so none of our teammates would suspect anything. They knew we were close in the field and the locker room. They didn’t know we were way more than that outside. I didn’t make it back home immediately. Keller and I did what we always did after training whenever we had that urge to fuck. We’d split up in the parking lot like we were nothing more than teammates to each other. I’d wait until the last car pulls out before doubling back to his place.We started in the shower. Couldn’t finish there so we took things to the bedroom. We were so consumed by the heat of the moment that we forgot to lock the front door. Forgot to lock his bedroom door too. The blinds were half-drawn, the room dark. We knew each other’s bodies well enough by then that we didn’t always need the light.The




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