James tossed his keys and his wallet on the kitchen counter and headed upstairs. He’d been good enough to drive home, but it was evident he’d had a few as he took the steps two at a time up to the second floor. His head buzzed ever-so-slightly but quickly settled again once he made it to the bedroom.

Ali lay asleep on their bed, tv and lights still on. She was curled up on top of the covers, one hand under her head and the other loosely holding the remote. James flicked off the lights and gently slid the remote out of Ali’s hand and clicked off the tv.

The slight movement caused Ali to stir. “You’re home….” She sighed happily and cuddled into James’ arms. Her eyes remained closed. “Have fun?”

“Plenty of fun…Flower was in rare form. You missed a good show.”

Ali felt James press a kiss to her forehead. She caught the faint scent of his cologne and smiled into his chest. “I’m sure there will be plenty more shows.” She glanced up, catching James mid-smile. “What?”

“You’re gorgeous when you’re sleepy.”

“What am I when I’m awake?”

“Sexy as hell.”

Ali sat up enough so that her mouth was more in line with his. “Well then wake me up, Nealer.”

That’s all it took. James hand guided Ali’s mouth onto his, and she felt the need in the strength of his kiss. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue as it gently entwined with hers.

“Is this all the taste I get tonight?” she said, playfully biting at his full bottom lip. “Thought for sure you’d give me more than this…”

James wasn’t about to lose a challenge, let alone such an easy one. He already felt himself getting hard, but Ali’s words were like a lit match, igniting him from within. With a swift move of his body, he was on top of Ali, pinning her beneath all two hundred pounds of him. His hips instinctually pressed into hers, his size an advantage in this position.

One of his large hands traveled down the side of her waist, skimming under the hem of her shirt and barely grazing the flat of her stomach. Ali’s body craved more. She felt his heat through the thin fabric of her yoga pants, knowing their time on her body was likely numbered.

“Off…” she pleaded.

James smiled as he trailed kisses along the waistband of her pants. “Ah, ah….I’ll decide when they come off…”

He was killing her. Ali could feel herself getting wet, and the way his mouth worked back up her torso wasn’t helping. His hands slipped her t-shirt over her head while his lips trailed up to the rise of her breasts held snugly in the navy blue lace bra. Moving a piece of her dark hair aside, he kissed and nipped at her right breast, lazily dragging his mouth over to her left breast. His lips wasted no time in returning to her neck, knowing this was her most sensitive spot. It was impossible for Ali not to squirm. He knew too much about her body for it to be legal after only eight months, and her soaked panties were proof.

Feeling Ali respond to his touch, James’ dick throbbed harder. Her hands were working through his hair as their mouths found each other again. Despite his need for her mouth on his, James managed to finally pull himself from her long enough to remove her pants. He flung them somewhere behind him, admiring the body tossed out before him.

“Fuck, Ali…” No matter how many times he saw this familiar sight, it would never get boring.

She bit her lip, looking at him from above. “See what you do to me?”

And how. James tugged at the matching lace of her thong that barely concealed her pussy. He teased her a little more, running his hands along the fabric, feeling how moist she’d become.

“…if you don’t hurry and do something abou---ohhhhgod…” Ali felt the warmth of James’ tongue through the fabric, teasing at her button. He glanced up, one eyebrow lifted.

“Yes? You were saying?”

Ali panted. “I…I was just---ahhh fuck, James…”

He pressed his tongue against her swollen nub, eliciting another squirm. Straining against his pants, James thought his cock was going to explode then and there. Quickly, he sat up, stripping off Ali’s thong and then undressed himself. He resumed his spot on top of Ali, and this time, she felt his hardness as he pressed against her thigh, their mouths meeting again.

Before James even knew what happened, he found himself beneath Ali, who had moved overtop of him. Now she was the one doing the teasing. Her soft lips travelled painfully slow down his body, and by the time he felt her lips over the head of his dick, he was seeing stars. He had never met a girl who loved sucking his dick more than she did. Even with the easiest puck sluts out there, it was an ordeal…an ordeal rarely executed with the skill Ali had. He hated to look away from the beautiful sight, but the way she worked his length, his eyes snapped shut. His mind was at war with his body, begging himself not to lose it just yet. It was her mouth…fuck, that mouth. Then it was her hand….fuck, her hands. Jesus. He opened his eyes and caught Ali gazing up at him. Her tongue grazed lightly across the head of his dick and he felt light headed.

“Keep doing that, and you’re gonna make me lose it…” he groaned, closing his eyes again. Cool air hit his dick where Ali’s mouth had been, but was quickly replaced by the weight of her smaller frame as she climbed over him. She reached behind her shoulders, and with a snap, her bra had joined the rest of the discarded clothing on the floor. A much better trade, James thought, and grabbed her hips.

Ali let out a quick gasp as James pushed himself inside. He waited a moment as her tightness adjusted to his size. She allowed him to guide her hips, rolling against him in a slow grind. Her body relaxed further as he thrust deeper into her. His hands gripped the softness of her hips, tightening with every push.

“James” she breathed, her head dipping next to his.

Her voice pleaded, and James delivered. His pace increased as his need became stronger. He bit at her neck, marking her. Mine. All mine. Ali moaned at the slight pain, her breath increasing. He licked and nipped at her full breasts, realizing he was getting dangerously close to release. He wasn’t ready. He was never ready. His body wanted more. Ali wanted more.

Lifting Ali off of him with ease, he settled her onto on her stomach. His dick was thankful for the break, preventing the finish of an event James was nowhere near ending. He swung onto her, the lift of her ass and the small of her back a perfect fit for his body.

The weight of him caused Ali to sigh. She felt the stubble that lined James’ strong jaw tickle her shoulder as he nuzzled against her. Her body was at a rolling boil, and she needed him inside her again.

“Fuck me” Ali begged him.

James smiled against her ear. “I can’t hear you…” He used his knees to spread her legs beneath him.

“I need you….” She looked back at him, a gleam in her dark eyes. “Fuck me.”

Ali inhaled sharply as James thrust into her pussy in one forceful push. Even he grunted at the force, feeling her tightness once again grip at his cock. He slid out and pushed inside again, hearing a whimper come from Ali’s open mouth.

“God you’re perfect” James whispered. His arms slid forward, holding Ali’s wrists above her head, his hips the only force working Ali’s body.

Her head was swimming with pleasure. James’ knew what he was doing. He always knew what he was doing. Her body succumbed to his, moans escaping from her mouth as he edged her closer and closer to the brink.

“I’m…..gonna cum.....” Ali could hardly focus enough to get the words out, let alone the moans that followed. Heat rose within her as she felt James increase his pace.

“Let go, baby.” James voice was as rough as it was deep next to her ear.

Ali’s body rocked against his, finally letting go. She cried out, gripping the sheets as she allowed waves of pleasure to spread over her…rising and falling…gripping and releasing over James’ cock, still pumping in and out. It took everything in him not to explode inside her at that moment, but he couldn’t hold on forever. Gritting his teeth, James slapped his hips against Ali’s, her moans turning to gasps as he took the last bit of her for himself.

“Fuck” he growled, and with a final deep push, felt himself burst. He collapsed, filling Ali with heat, incoherent to anything outside himself. When he came to, he noticed a thin sheen of sweat covering Ali’s smooth back. He pulled her damp hair to the side, exposing more skin for him to kiss. Slowly, he rolled off and onto his side, pulling Ali into him. His nose nuzzled her hair, finding her shoulder. “Amazing” he said softly. “You’re amazing.”

Ali smiled despite her heavy breathing, her body only now starting to relax. “Thank you…” She shifted her eyes up and met his, their color more green now than blue...an ever-morphing ocean of emotion.

Their mouths met again. This time their embrace was much slower, less needful…but no less tender.

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The next morning, James awoke before Ali. Years of early practices were hard to break, but he thought she’d be proud he was up even before their alarm. He looked down at the sleeping form beside him: her head using his chest for a pillow, her left hand limp against his stomach. He smiled to himself as he shifted his gaze out the window. The sun was barely up, which meant it was somewhere between 5 and 6 am. He figured he had at least one good hour before he had to be at practice.

On the end table next to the bed, his phone vibrated. He reached over, seeing a message from Pauly.

I’m outside. Been knocking for ten minutes. You alive?

“Shit” he whispered. Glancing over at Ali, he did his very best to slide gently out from underneath her. He pulled on a pair of black Reebok mesh shorts from a pile on the floor before exiting the bedroom, closing the door softly behind.

When he opened the front door, Paul was bouncing from foot to foot, hands shoved deep in his hoodie, shaking off the crisp morning air. “What the hell?”

“Morning to you too” James said as Paul scooted past him and into the warmth of the house.

“Thought maybe you drank yourself into a stupor last night.” Paul rubbed his hands together briskly in an attempt to create some heat. “Got about six drunken texts from Geno last night.”

“I bet those were gems” James joked. He pulled two Gatorades from the fridge, tossing one to Paul.

“Oh, they were something, that’s for sure. I think one may have said something about purple cows over 42nd Street Bridge.”

James choked on his drink. “What?!”

With a laugh, Paul shrugged. “You know…typical Geno. I figured I’d come over and see what the damage was over here, just incase.” He took a seat at the island across from James, who leaned on two elbows over the granite.

“No damage here.” James scratched his head, ruffling his hair. “That is….unless you count any soreness Ali might have from last night.”

“Ohhhhh Hooohhhhh…….” Paul nodded with a grin. “Now I get it.”

James shrugged casually. “You know…typical Nealsy.” He grinned and took another swig of Gatorade. “So you heading to practice like that?”

Paul looked down. “Guess so. We riding together?”

James nodded, finishing off the drink. “Yep…gimme 10 to shower, then I’ll be over.”

Paul got up to leave, but something caught his eye on the way out of the kitchen. He lifted the pay tab from the previous night that was laying next to James' wallet. “What’s this?” He flicked his eyes towards the scribbled down number.

“Some chick Geno befriended.” James snatched the tab from Paul’s grip. “It’s nothing.”

Paul stared at him. He knew James better than that.

“What?”

“Really?” Paul cocked his head to the side.

A laugh emitted from James. “For real, Pauly. She was the bartender. Just another puckslut…you know how it goes.”

“I know how it used to go, yeah.”

“Exactly.” James tore the stub in half and tossed it in the trash. “Used to.”

Paul gave him a nod, seemingly satisfied. “Alright….See you in 10, Neal.”

“Ten it is.” Once Paul was out the door, James made his way upstairs for a shower.

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