A Rihanna song was playing, but Ali didn’t really hear it. She felt the boom of the bass all through her body…but that might have been James, she wasn’t sure. Four drinks in, and she wasn’t sure of much. It was a slow grind kind of a song; something Ali could picture herself having sex to.

James stood in front of her with one knee wedged between her legs, allowing her to practically grind his thigh as they danced. The way his eyes focused on her made her think of the way he looked at a puck; like it was the only thing in front of him, and all he had to do was handle it correctly, and it would do whatever he asked.

She ran a hand up the front of his shirt, feeling the steel beneath. James grabbed the hand and threw it around his neck, pulling her into him closer.

“I really…really…really love that dress.” His breath was warm on Ali’s ear.

She smiled against his cheek, his stubble rough on her skin. “I hate your clothes….they’re keeping me from you.”

James lifted his head and looked at her, a knowing grin forming. Their moment was interrupted when Beau grabbed James’ shoulder, separating him from Ali.

“Hey man…think your girl would care if I borrowed her friend?”

Irked by the interruption, James glared at him before looking over. He saw that Brittany was already talking to Ali. “Where are you ‘borrowing’ her?”

Beau shrugged. “She wants to get out of here…Asked me to take her somewhere.”

“Fuck, man…I don’t know…” James tried to think. He thought Brittany had a boyfriend, but he couldn’t be sure. “I don’t care if you leave, if that’s what you’re asking. Ali’s not her mom either.”

“Awesome.” He gave a James a slap on the shoulder in thanks. “Catch ya later, Nealer.”

James nodded, watching his teammate lock hands with Brittany, leading her away. She waved to Ali, and then met eyes with James and waved to him. She was all smiles as her and Beau headed out. James tried to read Ali’s expression but wasn’t very successful.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Very.” Ali locked her fingers through his belt loops, giving a little tug. “I gave her my keys, so you’re driving me home later.” She was three seconds from being full on drunk, and decided that she wasn’t giving a fuck anymore.

“Who says it has to be later?” James emphasized his words by trailing the palm of his hand along Ali’s bare skin from her neck down to the curve of her breasts.

“But I’m still sore from last night” she said.

James felt his dick wake up. Ali was looking at him innocently, but he knew very damn well there was nothing innocent about her.

“Do you want to wait for Brittany and Beau to come back?” he asked her.

She shook her head. “They won’t be back….Let’s go.”

* * *

It took James no time to get them back to his house. When he rolled his car up the driveway, he felt Ali’s hand slide over his thigh.

“Turn the car off” she whispered.

He did as he was told, killing the engine in front of the closed garage door. As soon as his car settled into silence, Ali was on him. He felt the softness of her lips as they connected with his, and he could taste the faint hint of a fruity mixed drink in her kiss. Beneath the cloth of his pants, his dick twitched.

“Do you want to…….go inside…..” he tried to say in between kisses.

“No.”

It was a short answer, but Ali gave him a very long list of reasons why. Crossing the middle console, she landed in James’ lap. As she straddled him, the bottom of her dress slid up, exposing her thighs and just a trace of her black panties. James ran his hands under the dress, pulling at the band. Silk this time. Fuck her for always being so sexy.

He slid his hands further up to the ample curve of her ass, bare against his hands. He grabbed at her, lifting her off his lap slightly, the bottom of her dress practically up to her hips.

“Fuck me here.” Ali’s words came out as a moan.

James kissed her neck. “Not enough room, baby…”

“Do it anyways” she begged.

He looked up at Ali and grinned. “Someone’s awfully frisky tonight.”

She nodded, and that same innocent-yet-not-innocent look returned to her eyes. Her head was bent forward so she wouldn’t hit the roof, and her hair was like a sleek curtain around James’ face. He ran his hands through its length, grabbing a handful behind her head and forcing it back gently.

“Tell me how you want it” he said, mouth going to her cleavage.

“I want you here” Ali answered, her head still tilted back.

James let go and her lips returned to his. She reached down to unzip him, but ran into some trouble.

“Here…” James pulled open his fly, reaching under his black boxer briefs to help her. He released his cock, holding it out for her. Ali pulled her thong to the side as she positioned herself over him.

James had fucked a lot of girls in his 26 years, but he’d never fucked any of them in a Ferrari. When Ali pushed herself onto him, he thought he was in some sort of movie, feeling her ride him in the confines of the driver’s seat. The lack of room and the dark windows gave it an intensity James hadn’t had before.

Above him, Ali began to whimper softly. It was James’ favorite reaction. Every little moan that escaped her mouth was a signal of something, and he knew every single note. He felt the warmth of her wetness as she moved rhythmically over him, feeling it pull at his desire, calling for him to give her what she needed.

Sliding his hands up her back, he gripped her shoulders, forcing her onto him even deeper. She let out a loud cry, feeling him buried deep within her.

“Ugghh, fuck!

He released, but kept his hands loose on her shoulders. This allowed her room to move back up his shaft. He pulled down on her shoulders again, driving back into her until he was balls deep.

Another whimpering cry.

He kept doing it….driving up into her forcefully, holding her there, then releasing. His hips worked her, his dick impaling her forcefully. Every thrust caused Ali to cry out in pleasure. Her cleavage surrounded him, and he nuzzled into her breasts, kissing her with closed eyes as he focused on drilling her.

“Cum with me…” she pleaded, her breath heavy.

James didn’t want it to end…he was too into it. Her body was clinging to him, and he sensed her need, so he kept thrusting. He could let go at any second, but he waited, continuing to dive into her, bringing her to the brink.

“James…."

Her voice was in his ear, begging him as her body tightened further over his dick. James bit his lip, feeling that familiar pressure rise within him. Try as he might, he couldn’t do it. Her moaning became uncontrollable, and the second he felt her pussy flutter over his dick, he felt himself burst. He grunted, holding Ali down so he could bury himself as far into her as he could. There were no moving hips, just two bodies releasing.

When James felt the last of himself spill inside, he rested the side of his head against Ali’s breasts. He felt the rise and fall of her chest, her heartbeat racing. Her hands were deep in his hair, cradling his head.

“And that was only round one” she uttered.

* * *

Ali awoke the next morning on her side, facing James. He was also on his side in a slight fetal position, one hand resting under his head. The lines of his face were softened, and his mouth slightly open. Sleeping like this, he appeared vulnerable, which caused him to take on even more of a boyish look. In Ali’s opinion, it was a great view to wake up to.

Because her face was so close to his, she leaned in and kissed the tip of James’ nose before she rolled out of bed. At some point in the night, it seemed she had put some clothes on…a white t-shirt, shorts…nothing fancy, but she was fairly sure she’d been naked for most of the night. She and James had continued being intimate long after they finally made it inside, and she had that familiar muscle ache in her back and hips to prove it.

One thing she did not have proof of was whether Brittany had made it back or not. She hadn’t heard anyone come in, but then again…she hadn’t heard much, other than panting and moaning.

Once in the hallway, Ali noticed the door to the guest room was closed. That wasn’t much help, since it had been closed when her and James came home. As she walked past the room, however…she thought she heard someone talking. She hesitated, listening carefully. It was barely audible, but she was certain someone was inside talking….or was it two people?

No way, she thought. Silently, Ali pressed her ear closer to the door. Hushed laughter could be heard…and it was a definitely coming from a deep voice.

Very slowly, she backed away from the door and tippy-toed towards her bedroom. She slid in next to James so that she was facing him again.

“Babe, wake up…”

“Hmmm?” James’ voice was sleepy.

“I think there’s a hookup happening down the hall…”

“Scoorrree” he replied. He waved his hand for her to come in closer to him.

“I think it might be Beau” she said, his arms encircling her. “I couldn’t really tell, though.”

James opened his eyes. “Sunny’s across the hall? Double score.” He tightened his grip around her, seemingly uninterested in the hookup and more interested in sleep.

Ali was tempted to join him. James’ touch was comforting, and his steady heartbeat was already lulling her back to sleep. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, snuggling closer. In her mind, questions were racing around at a pace she wasn’t prepared to deal with that early.

“Shouldn’t think so loud…I can hear you.”

Ali closed her eyes. “Guilty as charged.”

“We can deal with those two later.” He kissed her forehead. “Just stay and cuddle with me, it’s way more fun.”

She laughed softly. “Okaaaaayyyy, if you insist.”

They lay like this for a few minutes, snug in one another’s embrace. Ali couldn’t tell if James had fallen back asleep, but she could feel herself slowly drifting into a slumber when a loud thump came from outside the room.

James and Ali separated enough to look at one another.

“What the hell—“

“—Shhh.” Ali put a finger over James’ lips. They listened for a few seconds, but nothing was heard. James kissed her finger, and she affectionately tapped him on the nose.

Thump….thump….thump…

The couple listened. The noise was dull, but what could be heard was indisputable. When it became rhythmic, James and Ali laughed softly.

“Beau better not get any of his shit all over my sheets” he whispered.

The pace of the thumping increased. James looked at her and gave a slow nod. “That’s my boy!”

“Ew, shut up” Ali said, her voice still hushed. She made an icky face. “How long do we lay here and listen to this?”

“We could move it downstairs.”

The thumping was now at a ridiculous pace.

James and Ali looked at one another.

“Yeah…we better move it downstairs” he said.

* * *

They were under a blanket on the couch and watching tv when someone was heard coming downstairs. They both looked over to see Beau standing in the living room doorway in his boxers. He scratched his head uncomfortably.

“Uh….hey guys.”

“I have a no shoes, no shirt, no service policy in this house” James quipped.

Beau rolled his eyes at him. “You care if I jump in your shower?”

“Yeah, just don’t touch my freesia body wash.”

Ali bit her lip, stifling a laugh.

“Thanks, man.” Beau headed back up the stairs.

James met Ali’s gaze. “I’m going to have so much dirt on him this week, it’s not even funny.”

Ten more minutes passed before two sets of feet were heard coming down the steps. Neither pair came in the living room, but went straight to the front door. A few muted words were exchanged, then the sound of a door opening and closing.

On the couch, Ali and James continued watching tv, waiting for Brittany to appear. It took a minute, but she finally made her debut.

“Hiiiiiii” she said casually.

Ali noticed she wasn’t meeting either of their gazes. She sat down on one of the matching plush chairs next to the couch, taking a sudden interest in the tv.

“So are you going to spill the details, or should I just wait until I get to practice?” James said with a grin.

Brittany looked over, her green eyes flitting between the pair on the couch. “What?”

“What??” Ali repeated. “C’mon Britt….”

“Come on what?”

Ali looked at her a matter-of-factly. “We heard you guys.”

Brittany’s mouth opened. “Omigod…”

“Yeah, that’s what I said” James added.

The girls looked at one another, but said nothing. Ali was wondering exactly what her friend was thinking. It had nothing to do with Beau, but it had everything to do with Tyler, who seemed to have been mysteriously absent from this conversation. She struggled with confronting Brittany with this, but it also wasn’t any of her business what she did or what she decided to do with her life.

“So….” James said, breaking the silence. “Is he any good?” They both glared at him, and he shrugged. “Hey! Beau always seemed a bit thin to really put any power behind it, so I’m just curious.” He took a slap in the arm from Ali when he said this.

Leaning over her knees, Brittany rubbed her face. “Aaahhhh…no more, no more…It’s already been a long night.”

“When did you get back?” Ali asked her.

“I don’t know….like 3, maybe? When did you guys get back?”

Ali and James exchanged a subtle smile. “Probably midnight or so” she answered. Did it count if they stayed in the driveway for an hour?

“Cool.” Brittany leaned back in the chair looking exhausted. “Well…guess I should get my things together.”

“Ah, ah…not so fast. What about breakfast?” James replied, rising from the couch. Similarly to Beau, he, too, was only dressed in boxers.

“Um….sure?” Britt looked at Ali.

“I could go for some grub” she replied.

James had already dialed a number on his cell and was waiting on the line. His face lifted into a smile. “Pauly! Beau fucked Ali’s friend last night, can we come over for breakfast?”

Ali practically snorted out a laugh. Brittany cast a pleading look at James with her tired eyes.

“Awesome, we’ll be right over.” He hung up. “Let’s go!”

* * *

Still in whatever loungewear they had on, the three of them shuffled across the street to Paul’s house. Brittany and Ali had thrown some pants on, but James went over wearing a hoodie and his boxers.

Paul invited them in, and the smell of bacon hit them first. Brittany followed Ali and James through the entryway into the kitchen, looking around at yet another plain bachelor pad.

James went straight to the stove for inspection. “Damn…bacon and french toast??”

“Breakfast of champions!” Paul remarked, continuing his work to scramble a skillet of eggs. “Morning, ladies.”

“Hiya Paul.” Ali slid up on one of the chairs at the kitchen counter, watching as James picked at the bacon. “Sorry to bombard your house like this.”

“You know it’s not a problem. I practically expect it at this point living next to this guy.” He pointed at James with his spatula.

James took a bite of bacon and looked at Brittany. “I don’t cook.”

Paul nudged him out of the way as he brought the eggs over to the counter. Three plates were distributed, and Paul handed a large spoon to Brittany. “Sounds like you need the most food this morning, so here ya go.”

Brittany smiled. “Thanks…I think.”

“Oh she worked up an appetite, that’s for sure” James added. He set two pieces of french toast onto a plate and looked at Ali. “Eggs?”

“Please.” She smiled as James handed the full plate to her. “Thanks, babe.”

“So let’s hear it!” Paul said, making a plate for himself. “Beau, eh? He any good?”

Ali shook her head at the question being asked yet again. Brittany couldn’t help but smile, but Ali knew she was playing the coy card. She’d seen it a thousand times before.

With a shrug, Britt pushed her eggs around. “He’s really nice…and super funny.”

“Yeah, yeah…we know all that. Get to the good stuff.” James took a seat next to Ali at the counter.

“How are we supposed to chirp his ass if we don’t have any dirt on him?” Paul added with a grin.

Ali wondered if maybe she should step in, but felt Britt could handle herself. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she was kind of curious to hear the details too. If anything, she’d get the story later on the phone.

“Okay, okay, fine….he was amazing.” Brittany resigned. The three seated about her just stared, prompting her with their eyes. “Okay, he was fucking amazing.”

“Ah ha!!” the guys both exclaimed.

Ali nodded, impressed. “Nice, Britt.”

“Sunshine’s got it in him after all.” James said, taking a bite of his toast.

Paul looked at Brittany somewhat sincerely. “Don’t think badly…Beau just plays innocent a lot.”

“Ahhh…” She shifted her eyes over at Ali, who nodded in agreement. Brittany took a minute to think as she chewed. “Well…razz him all you want, because he might have one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever fucked.”

James damn near dropped his fork when he heard this, and both Ali and Paul choked on their food.

* * *