The Girlfriend Game by Sierra Hill

Twenty-Seven

Zeke

“How am I doing?” I ask, leaning down to whisper in Kendall’s ear as we dance slowly out on the dance floor to a John Legend tune. Her hands are wrapped loosely around the nape of my neck, fingers skimming above my collar. “I told you I wasn’t a great dancer.”

I told her from the beginning not to expect much from me if she wanted to dance. I mean, come on. A guy my size doesn’t have a lot of coordinated movement unless I’m out on the court. If I try to bust a move, I look plain hideous. Like a giraffe in ballerina slippers.

It’s the reason I’d stick to the bar or lounge when I’d go out to clubs in the past with my teammates, avoiding the dance floor at all costs. But tonight, after the vultures continued to circle her with their intrusive and insensitive questions, I finally bit the bullet and dragged my weary girl out to dance. It was really just an excuse to hold her in my arms away from the crowd.

Kendall tips her chin up so our eyes lock. Hers sparkle with amusement and forgiveness.

“You’re doing just fine, Zeke. You haven’t broken any of my toes, and it’s nice to be held.”

She physically relaxes in my arms, releasing an exhale. She rests her cheek against my dress shirt, her body going lax against mine.

I enclose her tighter in my arms, our feet moving in small steps as we slowly circle the dance floor together.

“It’s nice just getting to hold you.”

And that’s the God’s honest truth. Regardless of the way some of her family handled themselves tonight, I enjoyed getting to know her immediate family members. Kerry, her sister, is a riot. While they have similar features, Kerry is far more boisterous and energetic. Like a yippy Chihuahua without the bite or snarl.

Kendall thumps her forehead against my chest. My hand caresses her back, working to keep it PG, even though my thoughts have been R-rated all night.

“You were such a good sport tonight. I’m really sorry if anyone embarrassed you. They obviously have no clue how to have a conversation with someone I’m dating.”

I chuckle lightly, swinging us around to the sensual groove of the song. My palm rests at the slope of her back, fingers brushing over the top of her ass. Kendall wordlessly moves closer, our hips gyrating together, the friction making things very uncomfortable under my belt line.

“You were amazing, too. Plus, you look fucking incredible in this dress. If anyone knew the thoughts that have been going through my head tonight, there would’ve been a lot less questions and a whole lot of shotguns pointed in my direction.”

I feel her body jiggle from her laughter, but her tone is serious, raspy even, when she says, “Really? How dirty are we talking?”

Well, hell. That’s not going to help me hide a boner in the middle of a crowded room. I clear my throat, my cock straining uncomfortably against the zipper of my dress slacks.

“Let’s just say I’ve been on the lookout for that dark corner I mentioned earlier. A place where I can lift up this skirt…” I run my fingers over the hem of her dress that sits just above her knees and give it an imperceptible tug. “And do very dirty things to you with my fingers and my tongue.”

She pulls away, her eyes gleaming an iridescent green in the sparkle of the dance floor lights as her tongue strokes her bottom lip.

Kendall coyly cocks her head to the side. “What if I told you I left my panties at home?”

Without a word, I tug at her hand, dragging her behind me as fast as her six-inch stilettos will allow, the sounds of the rapid clicking a countdown to the exit. I don’t stop until we turn down a hallway and I see the door marked Stairwell.

As if on a secret mission, Kendall furtively glances around us, stealing looks in both directions as I open the door with one strong push. A quick tug brings her along with me and I move out of the way to let her pass. The minute she’s through the doorway, I spin her around, slamming her against the wall.

“No panties you say?” My fingers edge the bottom of her dress up, inch by inch, exposing her bare thighs, my knuckles brushing along the smooth skin. I stare down with rapt interest, the view becoming increasingly sexy as I get to the promised view.

She quirks an eyebrow and gives me a slow and sensual smile.

I slap a palm against the wall above her head, tipping my forehead down to meet hers, nearly salivating as my fingers finally brush over the wetness of her exposed pussy.

I hiss through gritted teeth, the wetness coating my finger as I slide through her folds. “Fuck, I love this dirty side you have. It’s a secret thrill to know I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see it.”

“I like it too,” she murmurs, spreading her legs wider and clasping her hands over my shoulders. “It’s the only thing that’s gotten me through this night. I consider it my reward for good behavior.”

“Now give me some of that bad behavior.” I seal her mouth with mine, crashing my lips over hers as I plunge a finger into her slick center. She gasps against my mouth as my tongue rolls over hers, sucking it between my teeth. She undulates her hips against my hand.

Breathing deeply through my nose, I grasp the back of her head with my hand, threading my fingers through her gorgeous mane, swiveling my hips urgently against hers. I thrust my pelvis forward, pinning her against the wall rotating in every direction seeking friction for my aching dick. Kendall drops a hand between us, fumbling at my belt buckle and zipper. The snick of the zipper reverberates in the emptiness of the stairway, echoing between us with only the sounds of our breathing as competition.

My body stills as her hand pushes past the waistband of my pants, her fingers searching and then clasping around my cock. My dick throbs at her touch, and it’s possible if I don’t slow this down, I could go off in seconds. I fist her hair roughly, tipping her head back, kissing swaths of skin at her neck as we both groan.

“Fuck, you are perfect,” I whisper, my fingers pumping inside, feeling the clench and give of her warmth, the wet nirvana of her pussy driving me higher with need.

I strum my thumb in tight, vicious circles over her clit as her fist strokes my cock in the same delirium-giving rhythm. Her ragged breaths are uneven bursts of air, her hand working me in disjointed movements.

“Zeke, I need you inside me. Now.”

No need to ask me twice.

I shove my pants down in one fluid move, hiking her up with my hands under her ass as she swings her legs around my waist. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, solidifying something unspoken between us. Urgency. Desire. But something more. Something I’ve never felt before.

I kiss her one more time before thrusting inside, the give of her body like sinking into the familiar. Oh, fuck, this is otherworldly.

Kendall gasps against my ear, her hair now falling out over her shoulders as she buries her face in my neck. My fingers grip her firm ass cheeks, seeking purchase. With every thrust, her back hits the wall, the sound likely heard from the other side of the door.

I don’t care if we’re heard. Everyone out there already knows by the way I admired Kendall tonight that I’m in love with her. She’s all I want. Right here. Right now. She’s everything. And I want to give her everything.

“You doing okay?” I grit out between clenched teeth as I plunge inside her over, and over, and over again.

“I’m so close...just…so close,” she rasps out, fingers digging into the back of my neck.

That’s going to leave a mark.

With everything I have, my body begins its climb in search of that precipice. Suddenly, shooting straight up my spine, I’m blinded by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I squeeze her ass in my hands, her lips biting and sucking against the skin of my neck as I let go, coming hard and fast. My body shakes with the magnitude of the release, likely setting off the geological Richter scales.

Our bodies shake and tremble together as we scale the wall and jump over together. After a few moments, Kendall sags in my arms, dropping her face again into the crook of my neck with a sigh.

The sounds of voices growing closer has Kendall’s head popping up, eyes wide with a devilish expression. She grins, wiggling in my arms as I slip out of her. She brings a finger to her mouth in a gesture for me to be quiet. With one last kiss, I release my hold and drop her feet to the floor, stabilizing her with my hands on her biceps to ensure she has her balance before I let her go.

I pull my pants back up over my hips, zipping and buckling as Kendall stands somewhat still. When I look back up, she looks perplexed.

“Everything okay?” I ask, wondering if I was too rough with her. God, I probably was, my need so great as I fucked her against the door like that. “Did I hurt you?”

I gently rub a hand over her arm, and she shakes her head.

“No, I’m not hurt,” she muses, brushing a few messy auburn strands from her face. “I’m just the opposite, in fact. I’ve never been this reckless before.”

She snickers and smooths a hand down her dress, covering up her toned legs.

“Oh, yeah? How does it feel to be the bad girl for once?”

“It felt pretty damn good. Thanks for getting me out of there.”

Our eyes lock and I wink.

“Anytime. I think I kind of like this bad girl vibe you got going on.”

She smiles then, eyelashes fluttering and her face morphing into an expression of amusement.

I tweak her nose with my finger and brush her hair over her shoulders, which is now disheveled and messy, a telltale sign of our interlude.

She runs a hand over her hips, adjusting the skirt’s fit as she turns toward the door.

Before she opens it, I reach around her middle and whisper in her ear. “I’ll be your bad boy anytime you want me, baby.”

With a giggle, she steps into the hallway, jutting her chin sideways to speak over her shoulder. “That’s good to hear because I’ll expect more of that later. If you think you have it in you.”

With a whoop of indignation, I throw my hands around her trim waist and lift her in the air, carrying her like a football against my side as she yelps in surprise.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the professional athlete in this equation. Which means I most certainly have the stamina to keep you satisfied.”

Kendall erupts in laughter as I carry her back inside the ballroom, ignoring all the gaping and curious gazes from those around us, as we finish out our first official event as a couple.

The first, I hope, of many to come.