Page 1 of Ruthless Game

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Lawson

“Max.”

My middle name—the one only she used—was on her bee stung lips, pink tongue peeking out. She kneeled before me, face tilted up, water from the shower head raining down on her head, her chin, her breasts, like a benediction.

“Max,” she repeated. “Please.”

“Open that pretty mouth for me, Starburst.”

With a whimper, she complied, opening wide. I fed my cock to her, inch by inch, and she accepted it greedily, sucking hard.

Leaning forward, I lifted her chin, tilting her head back at the exact right angle so my cock could slip into her throat. There was a brief look of panic in her eyes.

“Shhhh, you’re okay. You can do this, Emma. I’ve got you.”

She sighed around my cock, letting me push in further until I was as deep as I could go, her nose resting against my skin.

She choked a little, and I stroked her hair to calm her, enjoying the stillness, the heat, the tightness of her throat, the feeling of us being back together. Better, because we’d never done this when we were in high school.

“I need to fuck your throat now. Hold on tight.”

Eyes determined, she squeezed my thighs in agreement and I began thrusting, slow at first, then faster, eyes trained on her blue ones, lost in her.

Lost in everything I’d always wanted.

“Ah fuck, I’m going to come down that beautiful throat. Ready?”

She gurgled what I assumed was a yes. It was too late, anyway. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls.

With a groaned, “I love you, Emma,” I released years of pent-up need for her.

I shut my eyes.

“I love you, Lawson.”

Emma never called me Lawson.

I opened my eyes.

“Lawson, bro, stop with the agony wank. We have practice,” my teammate, Judah, called through the bathroom door, disturbing me from my hot as fuck, if agonizing, daydream.

I stared at the shower stall. Emma wasn’t here, and it was my hand around my cock, not her throat.

Once again, I’d been jacking off to fantasies of my long-gone ex-girlfriend, like the pathetic, obsessed virgin I was.

“Goddamn it,” I muttered, watching as my cum swirled around the drain before disappearing down it.

I didn’t know what number “agony wank” this was. 10,013? I’d tried so hard to rid myself of Emma’s memory, but the curvy blonde sprite lived rent-free in my brain, even though she’d moved across the ocean. It was to the point that I swore I kept seeing her on campus last year, chasing her mirage. Even when I imagined her, she was determined to destroy me. I needed to get the fuck over her, but I couldn’t bring myself to fuck anyone who wasn’t her. She was a problem, one I had no idea how to solve.

Judah banged on the bathroom door again. “Lawson—this is the longest jackoff session in history. Finish up. We’ve gotta go to practice.”

“Coming,” I called, then flinched.

“I bet you did,” Judah laughed through the door. “Hurry up, lover boy, the ice awaits.”

“Jesus fuck, Lawson, you’re playing like a zombie. Get your goddamn head in the game,” Coach yelled as Nick McPherson scored shot after shot on me during our scrimmage.