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“How are we supposed to do that,Bebé?” I spit out the last word.
He has the look of a killer covering his face. “We have to use Ellie against Marcello. He won’t stand to see her unhappy, and if he tries to take us away from her, that’s exactly what will happen.”
I demand, “I’ll follow your lead, but if he tries to kill me, you better save me.”
We’re in the Badgers away locker rooms getting all of our gear on for the game. This being our first away game has me slightly freaking out, hoping it goes as well asthe game against the Devils did mainly so I can see what surprise Zamir has in store for me.
Zamir had to fill me in earlier on what the mafia life consists of, and none of it sounded good to me. Lots of holding shit over people’s heads, killing, and some kind of conspiracy theory that Marcello harvests goddamn organs. None of that sounds like a good time to me, but Zamir was lit the fuck up while talking about it. I think he misses all of it, but I don’t get the feeling that he likes his family or maybe how they run their shit. All I took away from the conversation was more stress, and Marcello has a big-ass bullseye on his back. Which, in turn, puts an even bigger one on anyone who gets close to him.
I can’t think about it too much, or I’ll start getting freaked the fuck out again. Finally getting my second cleat laced up, I’m up moving around, trying to stay warm. My headphones are on my warm-up playlist, and all the teammates know I’m not wanting to be bothered.
Before I know it, we were out on the field. I was calling out my cadence, “Set, set, dilly willy.” The first snap always gets the defensive line chuckling, and I bank on it.
I drop back into the pocket; Zamir’s running a post-route, full speed toward the end zone, cutting towards the middle right as I get the ball out of my hand. He barely has to reach out, the ball landing like a fuckingbaby in his hands. He’s so fucking fast it makes me sick sometimes.
I’m running down into the end zone to celebrate with him. Before I know it, I’m screaming in his face, and our helmets are touching. “Fuck yes, Z! You did so good,Bebé!Touchdown on the first fucking play! Let’s go!”
He’s looking in my eyes like I’ve hung the fucking moon. “That was all you, Nash. You laid that ball in there perfectly!”
Our whole team surrounds us, so I doubt any fans can see us in this intimate moment.
1. Often - The Weeknd
Chapter 35
Zamir
We beat the Badgers, thirty-seven to three. The team is staying in Seattle tonight and flying back to Vegas in the morning on the team’s plane. I was debating heading over with most of the team to the club across the street to celebrate, but Nash didn’t follow them either. The whole last quarter of the game, there was a heat in Nash’s eyes that had me excited to finally get this win behind us and up to the hotel room as fast as possible.
There’s tension between us after that first play that lead to that heated celebration in the end zone, but we’re both ignoring it… for now. We’re stepping into the elevator and heading up to our room. I haven’t been able to get the image of him on his knees, sucking my cock, out of my head. Honestly, my dick has been in my handsmore often than not, thinking about what both of them looked like while looking up at me.
I let Nash lead us down the hallway; I follow his lead with where he wants to take us and whatever the fuck we’ve been doing since the night in his apartment over two weeks ago.
We both throw our bags on one of the beds, and Nash flops down on the other. He’s looking at me with need in his eyes. That same look that was burning between us when our helmets were pulled together. “Ellie doesn’t have to work tonight, does she?” He just shakes his head at me; he’s so fucking cute worrying about her safety and knowing her schedule. Marcello will never let anything happen to Ellie. I know that for a fact. Arben’s been looking into Marcello for me for a couple of weeks now, and my suspicions were right. He’s our girl’s stalker.
I finally ask Nash if he’s ready for what I have in store for him. “You wanna play with me,Djale I Bukur?”
We haven’t messed around since Ellie, and I’m dying to show him how good I can make him feel while witnessing him fall apart so beautifully again. Plus, I’ve been itching to see how he’s going to act with no cunt in between us this time. I’m done fucking around; I want him to experience how good this can be between us.
I get up and start to strip out of my clothes. His eyes bug out, and his brows shoot up, but he doesn’t say anything.
1Once I have my clothes off and standing before him in all my glory, I tell him, “I brought some presents for you.” I walk back to the other bed to pull out the set of training plugs and, of course, the lube I brought specifically for this trip. Also threw in a prostate massager for me.I’m not getting left out of the fun.
“No Crisco needed today,” I murmur, chuckling under my breath. I turn around with all of it in my hand, and to think I thought he looked shocked before was hilarious.
“Wh—What are you doing with all that, Zamir?”
“We’re going to play, Rookie. I want you to figure out what you like and what you don’t without the pressure of a ton of people having to witness, but if you don’t want to, we definitely don’t have to—” I don’t even finish before he’s up and flinging his pants and boxers down around his ankles, freeing his big-ass cock. That’s going to take lots of training to get him in my ass, but it’s my mission.
He steps up to me, grabbing my hips. “I feel like this is all I say around you… but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, and I don’t like it.” He pauses for a second but continues, “I like knowing what to do and being able to bring you to your knees in pleasure, Bebé.”Oh, my little pleasure Dom.
His grip tightens on my hips, and I bask in it. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking both men andwomen, but there’s something about a man’s strong hands holding me that turns me to fucking mush. Not to mention when men give into their deepest desires and finally accept themselves. There’s nothing more amazing to be a part of than that.
“I want you to work my massager into me. Then I’m getting my mouth on that dick of yours again. We were interrupted last time.”
I see the switch flip in him, and he barks out, “On the bed, all fours, chest on the bed.”
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
