I drag the vibrator between my breasts and over my curls, teasing my entrance with the tip. He's still watching my hands, so I whisper to grab hisattention."The remote has three settings. Those two little buttons and the big red one. Don'tpushthe big one yet."
He grunts his assent and flicks one of the buttons with his thumb. The impostorcockbegins to vibrate a light rhythm. I work it all around my heat,puttingextra pressure against the hooded bud of mysex. He increases the intensity and I moan in pleasure, arching my back and spreading my legs even wider so he canwatchmefuckmyself. I dip the head of the wand into my channel and circle it around before pulling it out and doing it again. Each time, I move it a little farther.Charliemodulates the speed of the vibration back and forth between slow and medium, a wildgrinon his face as he watches every little movement. Istartsliding the toy faster and deeper between my folds, planting my heels on the bed to give me better purchase while I lift myhipsand change the angle. My eyes flutterclose, the undulating vibrations teasing my nerves and bringing me to the edge. With the hand not holding the vibrator, I circle my clit with my fingers,fuckingmyself two ways as I chase my release. Faster, harder. When I'm at my peak, I shout at him to hit the red button. The rubber balls attached to the toy vibrate with a frenzy. Ihold the shaft inside me as the vibrations shake loose my orgasm. My fingers fly over my clit until Ibreakwith a scream of ecstasy.
Before I even begin to come down, the toy is pulled out of me andCharlieis ontop, levering himself into me, stringing out my bliss until we're both cursing and chanting, our breaths mingling, our arousal heavy in the air. He drags out a final roar from hischestas I shiver beneath him, my throat raw.
We lay entwined for so long, I'm not confident either of us will ever be able to leave this bed. When I say as much toCharlie, he laughs."I'm good with that, Coco. I'd give up my whole life to lie here andwatchyou pleasure yourself. As long as I get to play, too."
Me, too.I could stay here forever in his arms. But I keep that little tidbit to myself.
Twenty-Four
Charlie
I'm still ridingthe high from the other night withPalmer. Every night spent with her is increasingly hot. When she put the whole toy in her mouth, I could've come right then. But I'm glad I waited because it just got better and better. I noted the D-cell batteries it took and added them to my shopping list. I will never let my girl be without her power.
Unfortunately, we haven't had achanceto speak much since. Tonight's a crucialgame. With only a handful of games left, including tonight's against our Boston, there's no room for error if we want to make it into the playoffs. Only one otherteamhas a better record than ours, but that can change in a heartbeat with a loss. Everyone from the coaches and players to the front office staff has been on edge, making sure everything goesexactlyright. I've sentPalmersome texts of encouragement, but otherwise I've stayed out of the way. She doesn't need any distractions.
Tonight, I station myself in the VIP 200 Suite, box seats on the 200-level reserved for players' guests, which provides the best vantage point of the bench area. It also has the added benefit of giving me the best view ofPalmerin goal when she's on this side of thefield. We take the first draw and put points on the board in just under forty-two seconds, setting the tone for the entiregame.
Once a quarter, Iwalkaround to check on things, but mostly I stay in one place. The interns, Emma and Benji, are out in the crowd, capturing content for us to put up on the socials. Two other members of our department are on the sidelines, getting all the on-fieldaction. The footage I get of the players on the bench will be used in behind-the-scenes multimedia at some point. It's not the most important, so I have thechanceto enjoy thegame.
One of the other guys in the box with me is also enjoying thegame, and my goalie in particular. He cheers with his wholechestwheneverPalmerstops a ball."All right, York! Wooo!"
I try to figure out who he's with, what player he's here to see, and the only conclusion I can come to is he's here forPalmer. She's the only one he's specifically cheering for. At halftime, I'm about to introduce myself, but a call comes over the walkie from Emma, who needs help staging the halftime games for the fans.
Thegameends in a crushing defeat for Boston.Palmerstrips off her helmet and celebrates with herteam. Even from here, I can see she's red-faced, sweat-soaked hair stuck to her forehead, but it's the pure joy radiating off her that makes her the loveliest person down there. I pack up my equipment and jog down to the tunnels tomeether, butDanteintercepts me. I'll have to catch her on the way home.
Forty-five minutes later, I've finished and put my equipment away and I ride down to the ground floor to try to catchPalmeron her way out. The night vibrates with excitement, and the lower level of the stadium buzzes with celebration as I step off the elevator. Someone is belting out Miley Cyrus, and I'd bet my paycheck it's Marisol. Iwalkdown the hall to the tunnel exit to the parking lot, where a gaggle of friends and family wait for their players. I say hello to a few I recognize, thenpullup short at the sight of the same guy from the suite.
He leans against the wall, tapping on his phone. A few inches shorter than me, he's in dark jeans and a Chesapeake Red Hawks shirt, his dirty blond hair combed and gelled into a tidy coif. The Bulova on his wrist and Versace trainers speak of his wealth. Maybe he senses me staring at him, because he looks up, giving me a friendly smile. There's nothing inherently wrong with the guy, so I can't explain the sudden urge to punch his bland face.
"How's it going?"heasks.
"Good."I fold my arms."Who are you waiting for?"
Before he answers, the door to the inner part of the stadium, where the locker rooms, training areas, and coaches' offices are, bursts open and a stream of chattering women flows through. I congratulation them on their way out, giving and receiving a few fist bumps. Then I see her.Palmersteps through, freshly showered, eyes as bright as a sunny day in Fiji. Her mouth is a ripe strawberry,pinklips plump and juicy. I gravitate toward her but stop, feet turning to clay as she turns to the other guy and greets him with a hug. I can't look away, the noise around me becoming a discordant din. They're smiling and talking, but I can't tell what they're saying.
The guy points a thumb toward the exit, and she nods her head. I force myself to move, to intercept them before they leave. I need to know who thefuckthis guy is and whyPalmerisleavingwith him. I'd assumed we would be celebratingtonight. Together.Alone.
"Palmer,"I call out. She stops and faces me, lighting up for a moment before her smile falters. I paste a toothygrinon my face and lean in to wrap my arms around her. Ikissher temple."Greatgameout there. You killed it."
I release her from the embrace, but leave one arm draped across hershoulders. I reach out my hand to the other guy."CharlieSalinas."
The man shakes it, a smile as fake asminegracing his features."BooneWainwright."
I castPalmera questioning look. She'd mentioned the Wainwrights as the older couple her parents had befriended, but this guy didn't look like a friend of her father's. She picks up on my silent question.
"Booneis the son of my parents' friends,"she explains."He wanted to come to agame, so I set aside tickets and a pass for him."
"What a hell of agameto come to,"he adds, his smile growing genuine as he talks toPalmer."You almost shut them out. The two that got by took weird bounces, so I wouldn't even consider those anything you did wrong."
Palmerlaughs and subtly steps forward. I let my armdrop."Yeah, you drill and drill, but sometimes you can't help the bounce."
"I made reservations if you're still up for a laterdinner,"Boonesays. He glances at me and puts on the fake smile again."Maybe your friend here would like to join us?"
I open my mouth to accept, but then Liberty's words come back to me.I'mfun. A distraction. My whole purpose exists to helpPalmerreset her love life, teach her how not tofallin love first by teaching her how not tofallat all. I'm suddenly nauseated, overheating. I step backward and wave my hand."No, you guys go ahead. I've got other plans. Just came to congratulate our star goalie here."
I flash her a smile and ignore her look of—of what? Jealousy? Confusion? No, those are what I'm probably broadcasting right now."I'll see you on thefield."
