Gripping onto the edge of the desk, I tell him, “Fuck me harder and I’ll come one more time for you.”
Carson shifts me so my legs are pressed together, his bracketing mine. “Cross your ankles for me,” he requests. I do as he says, and somehow this has me feeling even more full.
Grabbing my hips, Carson begins to thrust so deeply, I swear I can feel him in my chest. Each punishing slam of his hips against my backside drives the pawn further into me. The cool rigidity of it works me into a quivering mess.
“Ah, Carson!” I cry out as a lone tear of pleasure escapes, trailing down my cheek.
Lifting my hips and placing my knees on the desk, he spreads my knees and pushes down my lower back.
“Be my good girl and come for me,” he chokes out between bated breaths. “I won’t last much longer. You feel too fucking good.”
Reaching between my legs, I cup his balls. As I do, I can feel his cock swell inside of me. Knowing he’s on the edge, accompanied by how full I feel, has my pussy spasming around him as I come so hard I fear I’ll black out at the same time as Carson lets out a guttural groan as he spills inside of me.
“Dakota,” he murmurs against my lower back as we ride out our orgasms.
Carson carefully pulls the pawn out, while he remains inside of me.
“Stay right like this,” he requests as he pulls out of me and I hear his feet pad across the rug.
When he comes back, I feel the cool glass of the queen against my thigh as he drags his release back up my thigh and pushes the piece inside of me.
“Did you just . . .” I trail off before continuing, “use a chess piece as a plug?”
“Twice actually. Before as a butt plug and now a cum plug—we can’t be wasting a single drop, Dream Girl.”
“Carson!” I guffaw.
“Call me a caveman, maybe it’s the primal part of me taking over, either way I fucking love seeing you filled with my cum.”
I stare over my shoulder at him in disbelief. Sitting in this position—with my ass still in the air, and a chest piece inside of me as a plug—I should feel embarrassed or ashamed; instead, I feel revered and empowered.
Carson gives my ass a light smack before scooping me into his arms. “Let’s go take a bath before we christen the rest of the house.”
Being with him these past few weeks has skewed my perception of time, and I’m only now realizing that this was the first time we had sex in his house.Ourhouse.Our home.
It only took a matter of months for Carson to shift from a stranger to a best friend to now, where he has quickly become my whole world. I wouldn’t change a thing about our story, and how lucky are we that it’s only the beginning?
29
September
“Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield plays over the locker room speakers, and I can’t help the smile that steals my face as I think about my author sitting at home working on the rest of her unwritten novel.
Today is Dakota’s birthday, and I wanted nothing more than to skip our practice this morning so I could spend the whole day with her, but she refused to let me skip, which is probably for the best because I would’ve got my ass reamed by our captain and our newest alternate captain, Griff.
Speaking of the fucker, I turn to the locker stall beside me where he’s using his elbow pad as a makeshift microphone as he scream-sings the lyrics.
“You’re so off-key it’s actually pathetic,” I tease him.
“Oh fuck right off with that nonsense, Carsey. Let’s have the expert weigh in. I’m pretty good, right Jax?” Griff asks.
“Yeah. I bet your wife tells you you’re the next John Legend. Maybe you should sign up forAmerica’s Got Talent,” Jax suggests sarcastically.
For some reason, a dopey smile lights up Griff’s face. “I love hearing Kenna referred to as my wife. But the two of you both suck,” he says as he points to me and Jax.
Always the first on the ice and the last one off, Bennett walks into the locker room and turns off the music, and a hush falls over the room. The respect he commands is impressive and admirable as hell.
“We had a good practice this morning, fellas. Everyone worked their asses off. Let’s carry that momentum into our first preseason game tomorrow night.” The locker room erupts with our teammates clapping and hollering in agreement.
