The Running Back's Baby (Dirty Players 2)

I felt guilty, remembering my thoughts before she came in. It wasn’t Mom’s fault that I’d fallen for Zoe. If I’d done things the way I should have, we might have come clean to our parents about us dating before they did. She deserved the right to be happy, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her, but I didn’t want to give up Zoe, either. I knew Ben would demand it if we asked, but if I was going to date her properly, there was no way to get away from her dad.

Right behind the guilt, I felt worry. Zoe didn’t want us telling our parents anything, so what did she want to do? Stop seeing each other? Even after saying it didn’t bother her that we were, legally, now related?

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I was startled as she placed kisses along the length of my neck.

“Zoe?”

She pulled back and kissed me, before meeting my gaze. “You don’t have to be so worried. I’ve told you already, it doesn’t bother me that our parents are married. I just don’t want to upset my dad, at least not right now.”

My relief had me feeling overwhelmed for a moment. Then she kissed me again, and I responded eagerly, wrapping my arms around her as I kissed her roughly, before slowly gentling it. Pressing a few more kisses to her face, I pulled back and rested my forehead against hers. My heart was a lot lighter now, happy.

“Can you stay?” I asked.

Zoe hummed, playing with the short hairs at my nape. “I can’t sleep over or anything, but I can stay for a while. It’s funny, but with two people at home now, it’s harder for me to spend time away from home. Someone actually asks where I’ve been.”

“So, move in with me,” I offered carelessly.

Zoe laughed. “Thanks, but no. Just because I’m here, doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you. I won’t look at you again until you stop completely ignoring me when we’re around the team. Do you really need to go that far? We can’t even be civil with each other?”

I hummed, kissing down her neck. “If I try to talk to you, I won’t be able to hide it, how bad I want you. Would that be okay with you?”

She hesitated. “I think some guys on the team might take offense to that as much as Dad would. Don’t worry, I already said I’m done being mad, but you deserve it.”

I groaned, but didn’t deny it. This was a punishment, then. As long as she didn’t mean to end things, I’d endure whatever she wanted. Kissing her lips again, I walked her backwards toward the couch.

When I first got the apartment, I’d splurged on a big, super comfortable couch that put quite the dent in my savings, but it had definitely been worth it. We stumbled into it with Zoe lying beneath me as I straddled her, kissing slowly. I surprised myself, with all I’d missed her, I wasn’t in a hurry to get Zoe’s clothes off so we could fuck. I had been thinking a lot about that last time in my car, so that was most likely why.

I undressed her slowly

My hands sliding down her sides to the edge of her top as I kiss my way down her neck. I moved lower to start kissing my way up her stomach as I slowly pushed the top out of the way. I kissed the spot between her breasts, then moved back to help Zoe out of the top, before I tossed it to the floor. I cupped her breasts through her bra, massaging them gently. Zoe moaned, arching her back and pushing her breasts further into my palm.

“You’ve been wearing a lot of skirts lately,” I murmured, looking down to her hips

and thighs. I pulled one hand from her breast to push her skirt up, then parted her knees with one of mine. “Not that I’m complaining.”

She gasped, squirming. “They’re... not for you.”

I chuckled, tugging the cup of her bra down on both her breasts, and ducking down to lavish them with kisses. I deliberately ignored her nipples until she made a sound of impatience, hands clenching in my hair and tugging me where she wanted me. I rewarded her with a flick of my tongue on her nipple, cupping the other in my hand, squeezing a little. I wrapped my lips on her and sucked, and she groaned, tugging on my hair just a little harder until it almost hurt.

Zoe squirmed until I stopped and pulled back. She pulled off the straps of her bra then pulled it off. She wrapped her legs around my hips as she pulled me back down and kissed me full on the lips, probing with her tongue for entrance. I opened for her and nipped her tongue, then sucked on it. Her thighs flexed around me as she lifted her hips, rubbing her sex against my crotch.

I broke the kiss off with a gasp as my hips jerked, and she whimpered, head tilting back against the couch. I rocked my hips into her again and again, just to hear that sound some more. I knew if I worked for it, I could get her off just like this, but I wanted to do something else today. The few times I could get her into my apartment, I wouldn’t just let her leave after a quick fuck.

“Do you want to move to the bedroom?” I asked, making my way down her chest, her stomach, ignoring the sound of annoyance she made at me pulling away.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she growled, hands tightening on my shoulders, legs wrapping more securely around me as if to keep me there.

I scoffed. “As if I’d stop.”

I needed to pull back one more time, nudging until her legs released me. Her skirt was pushed up to her hips, and I tugged her panties off, Zoe lifting her legs to help, before resettling them around me. I let them wrap around my shoulders as I held her hips and leaned down.

As if already knowing what was coming, Zoe gasped before my lips even touched her. I pressed the tip of my tongue to her clit, before licking her in a few broad swipes. I thrust my tongue inside her, groaning as I tasted her, then sucked on her clit. Zoe’s breathing had already picked up, her hip squirming as I kissed her sex with nips and bites and sucks, just like I’d kissed her mouth before. I held her hips down when she tried to buck into my face, alternating between teasing her clit with my tongue, then tongue fucking her, adding in a few sucks here and there. Zoe clearly liked it, her restlessness increasing, cries getting louder.