“To be clear. You want to have sex with me before each game to help with your nerves. And you picked me, because?”

  “I know you. I’ve seen the way you looked at me that day.”

  Gwen knew exactly what day. “You were naked. It was hard not to look.”

  “Did you appreciate what you saw?”

  “Fuck, Tyra. You must know that you are incredibly fit and attractive. Like you say yourself, your body is your job.” Gwen deliberately didn’t completely answer the question—yes, Tyra was completely smoking hot and sexy and out of her league—because she wasn’t quite sure where this was going and ... now she was being cagey with herself. Couldn’t take the lawyer out of her brain, apparently.

  “Then you’ll do it.” It wasn’t a question.

  “For my captain, sure.” She shrugged to try and make it look casual, while inside her heart raced a million miles an hour, and she figured she’d wake up in a second and it’d all be a fantasy.

  “No feelings though. This is purely for—”

  “The game. I know.” Gwen swallowed. Did Tyra do this with every team she played in? Pick out a player to fuck for the season, then move on to the next? Part of her wanted to cheer and say Good For Her, and the rest churned with ... well, jealousy. Obviously. And a large part of her wanted a contract with terms and conditions and subclauses so she knew exactly what to expect from this arrangement. Could she ask for that?

  Chapter 5

  Tyra couldn’t believe she’d just asked Gwen to do this. Her stomach flipped over, and her hands trembled. She shoved them into her pockets, wiping the sheen of sweat off her palms on the fabric. Was she about to make the biggest mistake of her career? The heat in Gwen’s eyes was unmistakable and Tyra wanted ... more than she ought. Tyra was really pushing the bounds of their working relationship and it was a little bit foolish to pretend otherwise simply because she’d outlined it in such clinical terms. But if she was honest with herself, and she always tried to be, she’d had a small crush on Gwen ever since their first match against each other, seven years ago. She didn’t chat online to anyone else during the state season; only Gwen. For an opening batter, Gwen had a good handle on strategy—which was just an excuse for continuing to talk to her rival—although it made sense. Most captains were batters, although most were middle order batters like herself, not openers. She probably couldn’t logic her way out of this self-inflicted situation.

  “Shall I kiss you?” Gwen asked. “I’ve never really done this before.”

  “Sex?”

  “No, I’ve done that.” Gwen grinned with her eyebrows raised and her teeth resting on her bottom lip. She was so fucking sexy. Tyra wanted to kiss that smile and absorb the energy of it. She cleared her throat and tried to focus on the initial question. What was it that Gwen hadn’t done before?

  “Sex with a woman?” Tyra’s stomach tightened. This was the weirdest discussion to be having with someone—especially a teammate—and it was her own fault that she was here. She’d invited this into her life. She should be thinking with her head, not her aching wet clit.

  Gwen rolled her eyes. “I’ve never been someone’s masturbation assistant. What’s the protocol here? What do you want from me? Should we outline some terms and conditions?”

  “Masturbation assistant?” Tyra nearly choked on her tongue, not sure if she wanted to laugh, sob, or hide under her bed. What was she doing? She’d never expected Gwen to say yes. Hoped, not expected. And now she’d said yes ... shit. She was absolutely going to follow through and do this. Chase that feeling. The one buzzing in her veins and sizzling across her skin.

  “Yeah. Isn’t that what we discussed? You like to use orgasms to help with pre-game nerves, and you want me to help.”

  “And you’ve given yourself a job title?” Tyra just wanted to fuck Gwen and she’d made an excuse to do it, except now it sounded like a terrible idea. She couldn’t just use her captain’s privileges to ask someone for sex; it was absurd. An abuse of power. Damn. Gwen stood there as if awaiting instructions.

  “Touching you isn’t a task, Tyra. You are a beautiful woman. I might not understand why you picked me, or why you can’t do this yourself, but damn, I’ll say yes. You must know how fabulous you are.”

  Gwen’s compliment shouldn’t matter like this. It did. Oh, it did.

  “Thank you.” Her voice shook a little. “Please don’t give yourself silly titles. I want this to be between equals. I want you to choose to be here.”

  “Are you really nervous about tomorrow’s game?” Gwen’s eyebrows knitted together.

  “Yes.” The question gave her a little bit of whiplash. It was a good, weird, reminder that she’d been the one to ask Gwen here. She was the one who’d instigated this shambles. She was the one who’d flirted with Gwen for years through their DMs, hoping that Gwen would notice while also not wanting to be too obvious. Standing here represented her bravery in finally asking Gwen for what she wanted. And now her fantasy stood before her with a shrug that made it all feel casual and unimportant. She wanted this to matter ... and that’s why she was a fool for starting this.

  “Let me help with your nerves. I want to be here with you.” Gwen rested her hands on Tyra’s shoulders and all her nerves, about this, floated away. She leaned forward, placing her hands onto Gwen’s hips, and pulled them together for a kiss. She’d intended it to be a gentle kiss, a greeting, but Gwen took her mouth in a desperate kiss. Glorious. Flashes of heat flowed in her veins, boiling and bubbling, and she kissed Gwen back with the same amount of need. Their tongues tangled. She’d been one hundred percent correct in her decision to ask Gwen back to her room. This kiss was marvellous. Exciting, enthralling. Gwen shifted her hands. There was nothing gentle in the way she cupped the back of Tyra’s head, fingers spread over her freshly shaved scalp. Every touch on her fingers delighted with heat spreading over her head. Her core tightened. She was fucking wet and ready. And still the kiss continued with Gwen tilting her head to deepen the strokes of her tongue. Little hints of their dinner remained, combining into a delicious tang in Gwen’s mouth, with Gwen’s own succulent taste melding with chilli from their hotpot, the warmth of the chicken soup base, and the soapiness of the cilantro she’d seen Gwen sprinkle all over the top of her plate. Gwen mustn’t have the soap gene for cilantro. Lucky her.

  She slid her hands between them, up underneath the soft cotton of Gwen’s t-shirt, the warmth of her skin simply perfect against her palms. Gwen’s hard work in the gym every day was worth every drip of sweat because she had well-defined abs. The muscles trembled a little under her touch, and Tyra’s knees went soft.

  “Bed.” She pushed her thigh between Gwen’s leg, using her height to manoeuvre her backwards towards her bed. She had a good four inches over Gwen, who was a typical opening batter; medium height and stocky.

  “Don’t tell me you want to be called Captain in bed too?” Gwen’s mouth curled up at the corners, so she kissed her there, dragging her mouth across Gwen’s bottom lip.

  “Captain?” Gwen asked and Tyra jumped as she registered the question.

  “Please don’t call me that.” Her breath caught in the back of her throat, like a weird hiccup. The power dynamics around that was creepy and served to remind her that this request could easily go wrong and turn into something gross and cringe worthy.

  “In bed or ever?”

  Tyra had to fix this now, but in a sexy way, so it wasn’t completely fucked up. The tangle of thoughts warred with the electric vibe surging in the rest of her body. She brushed her lips across Gwen’s cheek, seeking out her earlobe. She nibbled on it, using her tongue to play with the small stud Gwen had there. “Always when we are in uniform. Never at any other time, and especially not in bed.”

  “What if I like to sleep in my team shirt?”

  She straightened up. “You do?”

  “No. I’m teasing. I won’t call you Captain when we are fucking.”

  She swallowed. “Thank you. I’m not really into power games in bed.”

  “Let me take care of your nerves, Tyra.” Gwen kissed her again, a sweet, gentle kiss that swept over her, slowly easing the tension in her shoulders. Gwen’s fingertips dug into the tight muscles at the back of her neck. On and on, over and over, slowly releasing the knots, until she started to melt under Gwen’s attention. It was sensual, completely different to the deep tissue massage the team physio gave. Intimate, not performance related.

  “Now take off your pants and lean over the bed.”

  “Bossy.” She winked but did it anyway because the switch in power dynamics was ... fucking amazing. She hadn’t known that she’d like that. Assuming command in all aspects of her life was her baseline, and yet for Gwen, she quickly stripped off her trackpants and boring cotton underwear. She turned and lay on the bed—doing as she was told—with her ass bare, in the cool air-conditioned room.

  “Fuck.” The whispered awe in Gwen’s voice sent heat racing over her skin, her core soaking wet with arousal. “You are so beautiful.” Gooseflesh broke out on her skin as Gwen’s hot breath contrasted to the cold air con. Gwen rested her hands on the back of Tyra’s spine, pushing up her shirt. Her breath echoed in the room, ragged and shallow, as Gwen whistled softly. The rough texture of Gwen’s shirt rubbed against the back of her thighs as Gwen knelt behind her. Knelt? She twisted to glance over her shoulder and just about died to see Gwen on the floor between her legs. Fucking hell. Gwen was going to destroy her, and she couldn’t wait, spreading her legs wider. Gwen’s gaze twinkled as she grinned.

  “Relax.” The glide of Gwen’s tongue over her dripping core had her crying out. She straightened out, burying her face in the blankets, to muffle her cries. Gwen licked and sucked, and sensation reigned, flames coursing in her veins, similar to—better than—the adrenalin rush of winning a game. She gripped the blanket in her fist, clinging on tight. She’d asked for a bit of assistance to help her sleep better tonight, and instead she was being given the best cunnilingus she’d ever experienced. The attention to her pleasure was something else, something magical.

  “Gwen.” She cried out, needing more, thigh muscles trembling and heat exploding in her veins as Gwen’s fingers dug into her flesh. Pressure and pleasure built and built, and she arched her spine, forgetting to hide her moans and groans and cries. Desire became a rampant force, overtaking her body until all her muscles shook in anticipation, her need for release and she sought out the ultimate pleasure with Gwen’s mouth as the only guiding light on her journey towards a little death. Le petit mort. Fuck she wanted it so much. And every sense was heightened as she desperately chased the high. The roughness of Gwen’s clothing against her thighs, the slurp and sucking of her mouth, the salty sheen of sweat on her own lips. The slurps and mews from Gwen added to the tingle, no, to the tornado of heat and need coursing in her blood. Gwen scraped her teeth over Tyra’s clit and that was all it took. Flames chased each other up her spine, spreading out over her skin, enveloping her. She cried out, arching her back, as she came. A hard, relentless orgasm, her body clenching around Gwen’s tongue. Bright lights flashed in the back of her eyes, and she collapsed onto the bed. Gwen continued to lap at her, soothing, soft strokes, that slowly eased her back into the world. Gwen kissed all the way down her right leg, her hands caressing her other leg, until she reached her ankles. She lifted Tyra’s legs up and Tyra helped her, shifting herself onto the bed completely.

  “Join me.”

  “Okay.” Gwen lay on the bed, still fully clothed, beside Tyra and kissed her. The taste of her own arousal and orgasm was salty and wonderful and her eyes fluttered shut.

  “Go to sleep now.” Gwen stroked Tyra’s bare head, her fingers naturally soothing in the post-sex haze.

  “Soon.” Her voice croaked a little, hoarse from screaming into the blankets. “Soon.”

  Chapter 6

  Gwen would happily have slept with the taste of Tyra in her mouth and Tyra’s heavy arm slung over her waist.

  “Get undressed.” Tyra, it seemed, had other plans.

  “I should go back to my room.” She was pretty sure that her role here wasn’t to stay the night, or act like Tyra’s girlfriend.

  “Not yet.” Tyra rolled them both, so she lay on top of Gwen, pressing her into the mattress with her languid weight. Tyra kissed her, a slow exploration of her mouth that felt like a thank you. A conversation where they said the things they shouldn’t say. It was probably a fucking terrible idea to fall for her captain, especially when this tournament was so short and there would be an expiration date. An ending where they both returned to their respective cities and became rivals again. And if Gwen ever made the Aussie team and they played together again, it would probably be awkward, especially if Tyra was doing this with someone else by then.

  “Stop thinking, Gwen. This is good.”

  “How can you tell?”

  “Your eyes are darting around the place, and you are passively letting me kiss you.”

  Gwen bucked her hips, pushing up against Tyra’s body. “Well. Never let it be said that I’m passive in bed.” She rolled Tyra and kissed the fuck out of her. She used all her skill to take Tyra’s mouth and possess her, lashing her with her tongue until Tyra groaned and grabbed at her clothes with her hands. Tyra twisted underneath her.

  “Now will you get undressed? You don’t need to prove anything to me.”

  “Fine.” Gwen placed her hands either side of Tyra’s head and pushed herself up.

  “I bet you could do more push ups than me with those arms.”

  She swung off the bed, stood up, and pulled her shirt over her head. “You like my muscles.” She teased Tyra with a grin as she traced her own forearms, then squeezed her biceps.

  “Damn, girl.”

  “You have excellent arms too.”

  “Thank you. Now come on. I don’t need a show, just your skin against mine.” Tyra wriggled off her shirt, while lying on her bed, and then waved it in the air in Gwen’s direction.

  “You want me naked.”

  “Fuck yes. How many times do I have to ask!”

  Gwen stripped off, casually tossing her clothes to the side, then climbed over Tyra’s body again. She held a plank, deliberately keeping space between them. Tyra growled, threw her arms around Gwen’s waist and tugged her down. The sear of their skin as they touched sent heat pulsing in Gwen’s body. Their chemistry was off the charts.

  “Now, let me explore this glorious body.” Tyra rolled them together onto their sides. Her hands were everywhere, tracing every curve and muscle on Gwen’s body. Tyra’s hands left trails of fire over her skin. She kept her gaze steadily on Gwen’s face, those deep dark brown eyes searching her, hunting out all her secrets. She wanted to say that she didn’t have any because the only thing she wanted, all she really wanted, was Tyra’s fingers inside her. She grabbed one of Tyra’s hands and guided her down between her legs.

  “You are wet.”

  “I have been since you invited me here.”

  “Oh.” The way Tyra’s full dusky lips pursed into an oh was irresistible. She kissed her, a deep needy kiss that she ended with a long suck of Tyra’s tongue and more heat spiking along her spine. Her muscles were alive in a way that transcended her athleticism.

  “The only question is—” Damn, her voice was low and husky. “Is what are you going to do about it?”

  “I’m going to make you scream my name.” Tyra pushed Gwen’s thighs apart and cupped her mound. She slipped one finger along her slit, caressing with just the right amount of pressure to send glorious shivers up Gwen’s spine. Her heart raced—beating like the drums at an IPL game—and she bucked her hips as Tyra filled her with two, then three fingers. Tyra pumped her hand, hard, into Gwen, using her thumb to torture her clit. Gwen was breathless, unable to do more than cry out and swear and plead for more.

  “Yes. Scream my name.” Tyra pinched Gwen’s clit.

  “Tyra. Oh fuck. Oh God. Tyra.” She screamed and babbled as pleasure reigned. Her body belonged to Tyra now, her orgasm yanked from her very soul by Tyra’s ministrations. “Tyra. Fuck me.”

  “I am, darling. I am.” Tyra’s whisper sent a second rush racing through her core, and she shook hard as she became insensible under Tyra’s magnificent touch. She collapsed with her eyes rolled back in her head, barely aware—but oh so aware—of the way Tyra cared for her and helped ease her back from the post-dual-orgasmic fall. She lay there, half-asleep, wrung out with heavy limbs, completely sated, for fuck knows how long.

  “Do you want a drink of water?”

  She blinked. “Are you trying to rehydrate me for another round?”

  Tyra giggled. “As much as I’d like that, we do have a game tomorrow.”

  “Once a captain, always a captain.” She sat up. “I’d better get back to my room before anyone notices that we’ve been together for ages.”

  “Doing strategy.”

  Gwen choked on a laugh. “Please never use that as a euphemism again. If Dylan ever says that I’ll lose it and people will wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.”

  “Nothing is wrong with you.” Tyra kissed her gently, then tugged her hands. “Come on, get dressed.”

  “Okay.” She stood up, swaying slightly as blood rushed to her head. She tried to disguise the sudden giddiness by grabbing her clothes from where she’d flung them on the floor and quickly put her clothes on.

  “Well, sleep well.” She always hated this part of a one-night-stand. The awkward goodbye.

  “Oh, I most definitely will. Thank you.” Tyra kissed her on the forehead and Gwen closed her eyes. She wished this could be more, but the reality was that Tyra had just dismissed her and now she needed to head back to the room she shared with Aditi and pretend nothing had happened. As she walked out of Tyra’s room, her heart skipped a beat. What if Aditi asked about their strategic discussion? She had the short walk down the hallway to come up with something; some reason why Tyra would want to talk to her about ... She swallowed. Yeah, about her weakness to leg spin and how to recognise when she was being set up. That’d do it. Thank fuck the cricket part of her brain still worked.

 

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