Match Pointe

by Amélie S. Duncan

  His weight came down on top of me and I could feel his erection throb between my thighs when he brought the head of his cock to my entrance. He went in slow, barely an inch, and I tensed for pain that didn’t come. Bringing his cock back out, he rubbed his shaft against my slick sex, using my arousal as a glide.

  “Breathe,” he whispered.

  I took in a deep breath as he entered me. This time, he went farther until he reached what felt like the end of me then rolled his hips back and penetrated even farther, breaching the barrier in a long deep thrust. He balanced most of his weight on his hands as he stilled inside me. Drops of sweat from his brow mixed in with what broke out across my body. My inner walls yielded to his slow pumps until his body was flat against the front of me, fully seated inside of me. It felt too tight, too much. I wanted him out, I wanted him to stay. I panted hard.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was strained.

  “Keep going,” I pleaded, not wanting him to stop.

  He kissed me tenderly. “Move your legs higher,” he instructed, and he moved in farther when I did as he said. Our gazes connected and locked as he stilled and reached between us to rub on my clit. “You feel so good.”

  I felt my inner walls clench around him, and he moaned loudly. He rubbed me until I relaxed and became wetter for him. He then started moving again. He drew back all the way to the head and slid back in, a sweet slow pace. I felt my body tighten, my breath sped up, and the friction of his movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. Tyler started moving faster and I tried to move with him. He angled his long, hard length to run against my upper wall, and a jolt of bliss rolled through me. He moved against it and reached between us to stroke my clit again.

  His cock massaged a place inside me that was pure ecstasy. I was entranced by every thrust, my pleasure climbing higher, until I felt I was close to exploding.

  “Ahh!” I cried out, blood roaring in my ears as my heart beat hard in my chest. My legs tightened around him. He moved faster, his fingers moving down to rub me until I spasmed around him while I cried out in climax. His cock plunged in deep, filling me up as he thrust harder.

  “God, you feel so good,” he moaned. His was face ecstatic and I reveled in seeing I could evoke such pleasure in him. I kept his pace until he came, his cock pulsating deep within me, our bodies covered in sweat as he hugged me to him, kissing me wherever his lips reached.

  “You are so beautiful. So, so perfect.” He eased out and onto his back, his breaths heavy, and I moved to place my head on his chest, my arm and leg across his body as he held me. After a while he asked, “Are you in pain?”

  I shook my head, and then covered my face when he checked between my legs. The pain was nothing I couldn’t take. Truly, what I felt was complete bliss.

  He kissed me then got up and I rolled over to watch him head to the bathroom. I heard the water running in the bath, and a few minutes later he came back carrying a glass of water and aspirin. I sat up and took them, warming under his thoughtful consideration.

  “Just in case you ache,” he said with a wink. “Seriously, how are you feeling?”

  A tremor worked through me as his hand continued to trail down to rest on my hip. “I’m fine.” Actually, I was surprisingly calm, happy. Sex with Tyler was everything I’d imagined and more. “I feel…great.”

  “That’s what I want to hear.” He kissed my hip. “But are you bleeding?” He swept me up in his arms and I let out a yelp as he carried me over to the large claw-foot porcelain tub with copper fixtures surrounded by a slate and tile flooring. There was a small white chandelier in the ceiling, and it was so tranquil.

  He moved behind me and let me rest against his chest. I could feel his cock, semi-hard on my lower back as he encircled me. I exhaled long and leaned back into his arms. If I could have, I would have remained right there all night, and in my cheery mood, I took the risk in telling him so.

  “I wish you could too,” he said, his hands tightening around my waist as if the thought of me going had him moving to hold on to me. Butterflies exploded in my chest; I loved that he wanted me with him, but wasn’t sure how things would work.

  “What about my change in work with the joint program?”

  “We’ll need to be more careful for now,” he said. He wasn’t ready to stop seeing me and neither was I, though I didn’t want to imagine the consequences if we were caught.

  “If we get caught, I don’t know what to do. I have never been in trouble before,” I admitted.

  He lowered his brow and chewed on his lip, and my pulse sped up. “I have been in hot water plenty of times. I may be in trouble after the game today.” He told me about how he had been kicked out of the game. My stomach flip-flopped at the thought of making things bad for him.

  “Then we really shouldn’t risk it,” I choked.

  He cut me off with a kiss. When he broke away, he said, “I promise to be careful, but I can’t not see you.” My throat constricted; I felt the same way about him. He washed the both of us then dried me off, thoroughly spoiling me before moving us back into his bedroom. There I was, back on the bed, and he went about touching every part of my body with his eyes, mouth, and hands. He was memorizing me, and I went about doing the same to him. Deep down I knew he had everything, including a part of my heart, though I was careful enough not to tell him lest I scare him away.

  Once again, the overwhelming desire for him rose, and he moved between my thighs, touching the tender flesh that heated under his touch. The more he touched, the more I wanted him.

  “God, you’re so sexy.” He was hard again, and passion reignited within me.

  I reached down and he let me stroke his hard shaft before he rubbed it against my clit then slowly pushed inside me again. My heart pounded as he lifted my hands over my head, trapping them at the wrists. He then worked his hips forward, burying himself in deep and easing back to thrust inside deeper. I moaned as he slowly, sensually thrust his cock in and out of me. My body was burning, enlivening as each thrust sent a burst of ecstasy spiraling through me, and I ascended higher, closer to climax. Tyler let out a curse as he moved faster until I couldn’t hold back. My body arched as I came. He clenched deep inside me as his orgasm followed mine. It was, as Tyler had said, perfect.

  I clung to him and he moaned into me as we both struggled to catch our breaths. When he took me in his arms again, this time, I fell into a peaceful sleep.

  A ringing sound woke me up in the dark. I fumbled around to find my phone and it was a message from Zoey apologizing for the date, but then I noticed the time: almost ten. I needed to go home. I shook Tyler awake. “I have to go.”

  “Okay. I’ll get dressed and take you.” His phone rang out and he picked it up. “It’s Coach Frost. I have to take it.” He came around the bed and kissed my forehead before walking out of the room.

  I went about putting on my clothing, my mind whirling through all we’d done together, the tenderness and care he had shown for my first time—and my second.

  With a smile on my lips, I went downstairs to collect the rest of my things, stopping at a mirror to brush my hair and look at myself.

  Did I appear different?

  I always imagined there would be something I could see that had changed, but I didn’t see anything. When Tyler appeared and my mind filled with the memories of the sweet loving connection we had shared together, a flutter went through my stomach.

  My heart swelled when his gaze fixed on me. It had to be more than lust and sex. It had to be love.

  His eyes were heavy-lidded and he let out a long sigh.

  “Did something happen?” I asked.

  “I’ve been suspended—banned from playing three games and fined for violent conduct and poor sportsmanship during the game,” he said then lowered his head.

  I frowned and went over to take his hands in mine. “But did he see how you were hurt? I mean, your back’s bruised. Surely they must take that into consideration before suspending you.�
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  “It’s the rules and I knew them before I pushed that asshole. I should have kept my cool.” He gave me a weak smile. “Only thing that’s got me a little worried is if Coach will let me play when I return.”

  “I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.” I wrapped my arms around him to hug him, which was all I could think to do.

  He hugged me back, though he was the one to end our embrace. “You need to get home.”

  “I should take a cab,” I replied.

  He placed his hands on my hips. “I’m not some bastard who’s gonna send you away in a cab like what we did meant nothing.” His words had my heart swelling in my chest and my arms encircling him again.

  “I’m happy you think that way, but with your suspension, the last thing you need is more problems with your team. What if the paparazzi are there? I’ll be there to demo at your practice with Christophe for the possible solo spots. We’ll see each other.”

  He hugged me to him. He didn’t say anything else, though he knew I was right. Still, when the cab he called for me arrived, he was outside, opening up the door and seeing me inside with two quick kisses.

  “We’ll talk soon. Call me if you need anything,” he said.

  I kissed him. “I want you to know you have the same from me. Any time, Tyler.” Another kiss then he belted me in and closed the door. He was still on the street, staring after the car as we rode away. He was my light in the dark, and I was totally lost to him.

  I IGNORED THE CALLS FROM my friends on the team, though I listened to their encouraging messages about how outraged they were at my suspension. They had my back on this, but they had no say when it came to Coach Frost. What I’d done was stupid and if I kept giving him a reason to complain about me, I’d be gone soon. That was as clear as rain from the conversation we had on the phone.

  “Violent conduct? I could have broken my back when he threw me into that stone wall!” I said as I paced the length of my spare room.

  “You didn’t, though,” he said. “If you’d kept your head, you wouldn’t have gotten a red card and left our team down in players.”

  “Their team was down a player too,” I pointed out.

  “That doesn’t matter. Between pushing Ace around in the locker room and throwing a hissy fit on the pitch, you continually disappoint your team. In the end, we lost. We are now down in the league because you can’t work as a team player. You’re just like your friend Knox. He thought he was the whole team and now he’s gone.”

  I bit my cheek. Knox leaving for Arsenal hadn’t been in Coach Frost’s power alone, although he had kept benching him to make him want to go. His long-term goal was to play internationally. He’d triggered the trade in his contract, and the club had chosen to take the profit and let him go, but why stop Coach when he was on a roll? Fuck. “I accept my suspension and the fine. I’m sorry I let the team down.”

  He coughed and went quiet, probably expecting more of a fight, but he didn’t get one. I had already figured out it was pointless to fight with him.

  “I hear L.A. Galaxy is looking for a new forward. If you can’t play with our team, maybe you could leave,” he baited.

  My jaw tightened. He wanted to get me out of the way so he could try to get Javier to shine to justify that forty-million-dollar contract they’d signed him on. Not a chance. I wasn’t Knox. He’d have to do more to get rid of me. “I love New York F.C., Coach Frost. I apologize for my behavior.”

  “Three-game suspension,” he said malevolently.

  I clenched my jaw hard. “Three?”

  “That’s right, you’re out three games. You fuck up again and you won’t be playing the rest of the season.”

  All I had was my record, which so far was better than Javier’s, but that could all change in a game. I needed to lie low, do what I was told, and keep under the radar so I could get back to playing and winning.

  My phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Scarlet saying she’d gotten home. I was glad to read it. She had brightened up my world when she showed up, and when I thought about her, all that was clear from what we’d shared was that she was mine. I didn’t know how it would be when we had to work together. Secrets and lies to everyone was all she had with me. She deserved better than what I could currently give her, and what did she have to look forward to with me afterward? A guy with a shaky future that might lead him to another team, maybe even out of New York. She wouldn’t get to see me at all with her packed schedule, but the thought of not having her at all made me feel sick. Shit, I didn’t want to think about that. Fuck, I must really like her. I didn’t want to think about that either.

  I picked up my phone and called Knox in London. Normally, I would’ve called Lance, but I decided to delay the lecture he’d have for me on all the ways I had fucked up. The time was early in the United Kingdom, but Knox was always up at the crack of dawn to start his workout. He answered on the second ring and I filled him in on what was going on with me and the team. I decided to focus on the program and my goal to get involved in a more prominent spokesperson or promotional opportunity with the club, and of course, I had to share about Scarlet.

  “Ballerina, eh?” he said, and we laughed.

  “She’s more than that,” I said. “She’s strong, sweet, kind, and funny. She’s special. She’s too good for me, but everything I want. Hell, I haven’t even spent that much time with her, but every time I leave wanting to see her more. She’s so good. She makes me want to be better, to get and keep my shit together. She sees the good in me and I don’t have to be anything with her. It all just comes easy.”

  “Glad I didn’t eat breakfast or it would be all over me right now.” He gagged for extra effect and we laughed again. “Damn, you got it bad. That’s good. I’m glad you finally got serious about someone.”

  I smiled. I’d seen this before in Lance and Dylan. Once they’d found the one they wanted, they hadn’t wasted time fooling around. For us, we’d already done all that shit. When they’d found real love and companionship, they had happily settled down. I finally understood that, and why they wanted the same for the rest of us.

  “Yeah, but it’s not all easy street,” I said. “New York Ballet is a client, so we signed those no fraternization clauses. If we’re found out, I’ll be dropped from the program. That won’t look good as this is the team’s first joint program and fundraiser, and I want to be used to represent them in other programs in the future. I just got suspended from the team, and Coach Frost already threatened to bench me the rest of the season, like he did with you. More time off won’t look good going into my renewal contract next season, on top of never getting used for anything club-related. Scarlet will get in trouble with her job too and may look bad at the ballet company because of my reputation.” Although I was mostly upfront with my feelings about not wanting more with women, I didn’t allow them to get more than sex. I’d always moved on, sometimes unkindly, if they tried for more, but it had never bothered me until I started wanting to be with Scarlet.

  “You’re not going to like my suggestion,” Knox said. “But here it is: you both need to get ahead of this and come clean before someone finds out first.”

  I sighed heavily. “I know, but what about Scarlet? I can’t mess her shit up.”

  “You need to talk about it,” he said. “As for the potential fallout, I’ll get my agent to give you a call. He could at least protect you should you find yourself in trouble. Dylan can get you a talent agent if you are interested in doing more promotional work. In other words, we got you, man.”

  I grinned. That was the thing about New York F.C—no matter where we played, we were still a team. We were about winning, but we also supported each other. Hell, we’d even turn around and help Javier if he needed it. We were lucky. As for agents, I had one I used to go over my annual contracts, but it didn’t hurt to have someone who could deal if shit hit the fan. “Yeah, go on and do that. Thank you.”

  “Dylan won’t believe it when I te
ll him you’re trying to settle down.”

  “Hey, I’m just seeing someone,” I corrected, but I was grinning like an idiot about it. I wanted to spend more time with Scarlet, more than any other woman I’d been with.

  We switched the conversation and I got caught up on him and Dylan. He was having a great season with Arsenal, and Gemma was due for a cameo on Brooke’s show Sanctum. Brooke’s pregnancy was being written into the show, and Dylan had just gotten a new role in an action film.

  “Let me know when your performance is on,” he said. “We’d love to come see it.”

  “So you can make fun of it,” I replied, and he didn’t deny it. I told him anyway; it was for a good cause, and it would be good to see them all. Knox had not only lifted me up, he had given me a plan.

  Scarlet.Ricci: Since you are unable to go to work, Michel says he is free to help you with the solo dance today

  Tyler.Wilson: Will you be there?

  Scarlet.Ricci: Later. I’ll be meeting up with Phillip for a coffee at his station. He had a bad night.

  I exhaled. I knew from John that a bad night for a police officer meant everything went bad.

  Tyler.Wilson: Is that why your mom was there?

  Scarlet.Ricci: Yeah, among other things, but nothing for you to worry about

  Tyler.Wilson: How are you feeling? Tell me if anything hurts. I’ll kiss it better—anywhere

  Scarlet.Ricci: OMG I’m at work!

  Tyler.Wilson: And I’m horny at home. Seriously, how are you feeling?

  Scarlet.Ricci: I’m great

  Tyler.Wilson: That’s my woman

  Scarlet.Ricci: Am I really yours?

  I got that weirdness in my chest. She wasn’t sure, and I’d have to go about fixing that.

  Tyler.Wilson: Yes you are, even if I can’t be there for you right now. I want us to talk about this later.