Page 40 of Trick Play
I start to lift my head, but his hand gently presses my face back to his chest. “That wasn’t an invitation to get tense again,” he murmurs, and I chuckle against his skin, his flat nipple perking up as my breath blows across it.
“What are you doing next week?” he asks after several moments of him stroking down my spine.
“Hmm?” I mumble sleepily, trying to get my brain in gear. We should figure out food soon. I’m getting hungry. But I’m so satisfied and boneless and relaxed that thinking about anything sounds like too much trouble. How’m I supposed to know what I’m doing next week if I can’t even figure out what to do about dinner?
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Next week is Thanksgiving. Are you going to be in town?”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. Since the dorms are closed, I’ll be staying at my parents’.” Not my ideal way of spending the week off, but it’s not like I have any better options. Besides, everyone else will be gone anyway. It’ll be a good opportunity to show my dedication to school and that I’m able to keep up with my punishing class load by finishing up my last projects and papers that’ll be due the week before finals, plus get a jump on studying for finals.
At least Gray will be around for part of the time. He pulls some of the focus off me, high achiever that he is. Mom and Dad prefer to focus on their perfect child when they can to distract from the disappointment I’ve become.
Story of my life, really. Gray was always the one who did everything right—good grades, star athlete, prom king, the whole nine.
Growing up in that shadow didn’t leave me a lot of room to shine, so I mostly didn’t bother to try. He already excelled at everything. What was left for me?
So I did enough to get by and spent my free time with my friends. Not that any of it was Gray’s fault. He didn’t try to outshine me at every opportunity. He encouraged me to do things I like and excel at my own pursuits. He never tried to get me to follow in his footsteps. He didn’t care if I didn’t study hard or go out for athletics. But I had to do something to look good on college applications, and one of my friends decided to go out for debate. So I joined her, and then my junior year, I ran for class president. I won student body vice president my senior year, and that combination of debate and student government experience landed me my sweet scholarship to SCU. My ticket out.
College was supposed to be my chance to do something different. Be my own person, out of the long shadow cast by Gray that plagued me through high school even after he left. I was still Gray’s little sister, after all, even after he’d graduated and gone to Ohio. All the teachers knew him more than me, and while they treated me fine as long as I didn’t buck their perception of how I should be too much, not being like him was still a surprise for many people. He was beloved, after all. Who wouldn’t want to be like him?
But I was going to California, where no one knew him. Or if they did, it was as a member of a rival football team, and no one made the connection between him and me unless I made it for them. And that suited me just fine.
And then Brent happened.
And here I am. Back in Spokane. Back in Gray’s shadow, only worse this time. This time my parents are even more concerned. Because this time, I’ve got a serious strike against me, which means an even bigger hole to dig out of.
Cal’s voice under my ear brings me out of my reverie. “I’ll be in town too. For the first part. Simon—my roommate—his parents are having us over for an early Thanksgiving on Wednesday because we have an away game on Friday.” He pauses, his hand making another pass down my spine. “We could hang out some. Before I have to leave. If you want.”
My breath leaves me in a combination of sigh and … I’m not sure what feeling. “That … yeah. We could do that.” It’s maybe not the greatest idea, to be honest. It’s one thing to fool around here and there when no one needs to know where I am or who I’m with. I mean, Dani knows, but she doesn’t care. As long as I’m having fun, she’s happy for me.
But explaining who I’m with to my parents? To Gray?
That might be an issue.
Cal’s hand stills on my back. “We don’t have to,” he says, displaying an uncharacteristic amount of insecurity. Normally he’d try to boss me around or offer some stupid bet to get me to agree to it. But instead, my hesitation has him backing off.
“No. I want to,” I reassure him quickly. “It’s just … my parents will have questions.”
“And?” His voice is lighter, amused. “Can you not tell them the truth?”
I push up to sitting, and this time he lets me, his eyes straying to my naked tits for a second before coming back to my face. And I can’t suppress my smile, grateful for the distraction. “You really haven’t gotten enough yet?”
His mouth hitches up in that familiar cocky smirk. And suddenly things are back on their normal footing. His eyes flick toward his crotch, where his dick is already growing. “What do you think?”
My laugh is equal parts incredulous and happy. “I think you’re almost ready for round three.”
He pushes himself up so he’s sitting against the wall, then reaches for me and drags me into his lap. “And what about you?” he asks, his hands roaming my skin. “You up for round three? Or would you prefer to suck me off and let me come on your tits.”
“Are those my only options?” I ask with a coy smile.
He lifts one shoulder in a shrug, his grin growing wider. “I mean, I’m open to suggestions, but those are my top two.”
His hands on my hips drag me slowly back and forth on his now fully-hard cock, the head bumping my clit each time.
“Not so rough this time,” I whisper, my head falling back between my shoulders. “Be gentle.”
Leaning forward, he captures one of my nipples in his mouth, laving it slowly with his tongue, sucking lightly, a sharp contrast to the way he usually sucks my tits. He normally sucks hard and deep, biting down enough to lend an edge of pain to my pleasure. But not this time—as though he’s using this opportunity to show just how gentle he can be.
He moves to my other nipple, giving it equal treatment, his hands sliding to my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, his fingers brushing lower until he can dip one fingertip into my cunt, circling my opening slowly, never actually penetrating.
