8. Lace

8

LACE

I watch Manny with his friend Shep and I can’t believe my eyes. Wow. Shep Daniels. He plays for the Cowboys and he’s in his prime right now. He talks animatedly with the boys, and when Manny catches my eye, he waves me over. I smile, picking up my drink as I tell Summer, Jett’s ol’ lady, and Deanna I’ll be right back.

Manny slings an arm around my shoulders as I sidle up to him and proudly announces, “Shep, I’d like you to meet my new roommate, Lace.”

Shep turns, his blue eyes fall on me as I smile up at him. He’s tall. Larger than life, and stands out like a sore thumb. For one, he’s wearing a suit, and it’s obvious he just came from the game. His jacket is slung over the bar, and his white shirt is loose at the nape, and his sleeves rolled up. He’s really cute, but a bit clean-cut and wholesome for my taste.

He goes to shake my hand, then brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. “Enchante.”

I giggle. “Hi.”

“Manny’s told me all about you.”

I balk in surprise, turning toward him. Manny was talking about me? “He— he has?”

“Uh, huh.” His grin is devilish and I’ve no idea what he means, but Manny plasters a smile on his face.

“What he means is, he’s being a giant dick and left his manners back in Dallas.”

He’s still holding my hand. “She is pretty.”

I clear my throat as he rolls his lips.

“Uh, thanks? I think.”

Manny shoves Shep in the shoulder as he laughs. “And I’m being a dick. Shep Daniels. Are you a football fan?”

“Sure am.” He lets go of my hand. “But I’m not officially a Cowboy.”

He eyes me. “Who’s your team?”

I wince. “Well, I lived in Arizona for a few years, so I kinda got roped into watching the Cardinals more times than I care to remember.”

“Uh, huh. Played them preseason at home in Arlington. They put up a good fight, but our offense was just too good.”

“Not to mention you got a huge record-breaking extension before week one and helped deliver an easy win over the Browns,” I chirp.

Shep’s eyebrows pique as he barks out a laugh. “She’s smart, too.” He gives me a wink. “I can see why he chose you as a roommate.”

“It isn’t because I can recite football stats,” I sigh. “Sadly, I’m pathetic, and Manny here took pity on me.”

“Well, he’s a good guy.” Shep gives Manny a grin, and I’ll bet he can get any old thing he wants with a smile like that.

“Yes he is,” I agree.

Manny shakes his head, looking a little embarrassed. “Okay, I know you think I like being the center of attention, but you can both stop staring at me now.”

“He never was any good with compliments.” Shep smirks.

“Well, everyone here loves him,” I sing-song. “The men respect him, and the women all dote on him, and of course we all love his cooking.”

Shep cocks a brow. “Funny you never showed much interest in cooking class back in school.”

“How long have you known each other?” I ask.

“Since kindergarten, though, Shep didn’t even know my name until like ninth grade,” Manny pipes up.

Shep rolls his eyes. “So dramatic. He’s always been a little whiny, but he is kinda adorable in a little brother sorta way. You love ‘em, but you wish they’d stop wearing your clothes and trying to be cool.”

“Ha, like I’d ever wear anything you had on, hotshot,” Manny snarks back. “If I did, I’d have to disinfect it because all those groupies you have hanging off you now that you play for the Cowboys and are soooo cute!” He reaches up and pinches Shep’s cheek as Shep tries, and fails, to push him off.

Shep runs a hand through his hair; the kind of haircut that costs three hundred dollars. “Wise ass.”

“You asked for it.”

“Can’t help it if I got looks, brains and charm.”

Manny slaps a hand over his mouth. “That’s some big dick energy right there, Sheppington, you definitely didn’t get the cooking gene.”

“You haven’t called me Sheppington in like, ten years.”

“I only do it to annoy you.”

I roll my lips at how cute they are, bickering. “Have you ever tried any of Manny’s food?” I cut in. “It’s mouthwatering. He made this dish the other day and everyone practically stormed the kitchen doors the second it was out of the oven.”

“It was just a simple pasta bake,” Manny tells us. “Nothing to get their panties in a twist over, though not for the first time, I’ve thought about putting an inside lock on my door to keep them out.”

Shep puts a hand on Manny’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “All jokes aside, I’m proud of you, little brother.”

“Little?” Manny snorts. “We’re the same age. And you may be bigger than me in stature, big boy, but I’m still hung like a horse, no matter which way you look at it.”

Shep screws up his nose and looks at me. “I’m so not gay, and he can’t resist saying shit like this to me just to annoy me.”

“What are brothers for?” I laugh, trying not to picture Manny’s dick right now. A slight flush of my cheeks has me patting them with my palms. When I look up, I see Bandit looking at me from across the bar. His eyes flick to Shep and he does not look impressed.

The boys rattle on as I get lost in the way Bandit is glaring at me. He’s mad. I think it’s because I’m talking to Shep. Everyone crowds around, asking questions, and I’m able to quietly slip away. When I take the seat at the bar next to him, his eyes don’t shift from the group around Shep. “Havin’ a good time, Lacey?”

“You sound mad about that.”

“Didn’t know you’re into quarterbacks.”

“Wow, someone’s jelly today.” Neither of us has been able to catch up since our rendezvous in Manny’s kitchen, and my vibrator has been working overtime.

“I can’t think why. You keep blowin’ me off.” He turns his head. There’s hurt in his face. For a man who’s been married before, he is really clueless when it comes to women. I’m not going to just jump to his command after months of blowing me off.

“I’ve been busy, I had plans before I met you.”

“I take it you’ll be out late tonight, then.”

I shove him on the shoulder. “I’m not interested in Shep Daniels.”

“He’s a Dallas Cowboy, of course you are.”

“You’re a jerk.” I go to stand. “And you’re getting really annoying, do you know that?”

He side eyes me. “Just tryin’ keep it real.”

“You’re trying too hard.” I stomp off, unable to sit next to him when he’s being a giant jerkface. I don’t know who he thinks he is. Before I know what’s happening, I feel a hand around my wrist. Bandit pulls me toward him.

“Don’t go.”

“You’re too hot and cold. I can’t deal with you when you’re all broody for no reason.”

He looks genuinely puzzled, his eyes flicking down to his feet. I pull out of his grasp, glancing around to see if anyone saw our exchange, but they’re all too wrapped up in Shep to care about what we’re doing.

“I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me.”

“Then stop being a jerk.” I stare at him and bite down on my bottom lip. “And you owe me a set of panties.”

His lips pout for a second and my eyes dip. Jesus, he’s so goddamn hot. He lowers his head to my ear. “I fucked myself with them again after that photo.”

My heart rate accelerates. I’ve been thinking about that dick pic for the last few days and wondering how a man gets girth like that. It’s truly remarkable. The idea that he jerked himself off with my panties sends heat to my core that makes me want to explode.

“Holy shit.”

“I bet you haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about it, have you, Lacey? I bet if I felt between your legs right now, I’d find you slick and wet, wouldn’t I?”

I can’t take this torture anymore. “Jas’s office.” My words are practically a garble, but going up to his room will be totally obvious to anyone watching. “Let’s see if you can put all that dirty talk into that big dick of yours.”

His mouth parts, and he stares at me in shock. I smirk, making sure I swing my hips as I make my way through the throng of people and toward the back of the clubhouse. Cash, Jas and the twins all have offices, and they’re sure not in use for what I have in mind… Everyone is still too wrapped up in the giant Dallas Cowboy to care about what I’m about to do.

No less than a minute later, I feel Bandit’s hands at my waist as he walks me into Jas’s empty office. It’s dark inside, but I hear him click the lock behind us. “You were sayin’?”

I stick my ass out and grind against his dick as he hisses. “I said; put your dirty talk into that big dick of yours.”

He bites down on the lobe of my ear. “And I told you, you weren’t ready for this dick.”

“Uh, huh, why don’t you prove it?”

“You want me to fuck you over Jas’s desk, like you’re some sweet butt?”

I turn and glare at him. “If it means I get some of your dick, then yes.” I reach up and cup his face, dragging him closer, lifting onto my tiptoes. “I’ve waited too long and I need it, Jonah.”

He growls at the sound of his name, his mouth pressing against mine as our tongues meet, and we both groan at the same time. He’s all hands, shoving at my dress — another wrap style, since I know he’s a fan — it comes loose as he cups my tits and rubs my nipples with his thumbs. I reach between his legs and cup his hard length. Oh, God. It’s so hard.

He groans again. “Get it out. Get my dick out and get on your knees, pretty girl.” I glance to the door. “It’s locked.”

I let him grope me for a few more seconds, not before he rips my bra cups down and my tits spring out. He leans down and sucks one nipple into his mouth, suckling for a few moments before moving his attention to the other one. My pussy is literally on fire.

“Fuck, these are pretty.” His words send me into a spiral.

I fumble with his belt, eager to free him and have his cock in my face. I undo his button, zipper, and shove his jeans down. His cock is straining against his black briefs, the tip sticking out the top. I drop to my knees and lick his head as he hisses. I savor the salty taste as I cup his dick, marveling at the length and then give his balls a squeeze.

“Take it all the way out, baby.”

I ignore him, moving my mouth down his covered length, enjoying the sensation of him at my mercy and not wanting this to end until he’s rammed inside me. I nip him lightly and one hand fists in my hair.

“Take it out.”

I suck his balls, earning me his other hand in my hair. He pulls gently and I kiss his dick all the way up to the tip. Then I yank his briefs down and his dick springs in my face, hitting me in the nose. Holy mother of God. He wasn’t kidding, and those briefs definitely hide the monster lying beneath. I cup it as he stares down at me, his eyes hooded as I look up, my tongue laving over his slit. “I don’t know, Jonah, I don’t know if you’ve been a good boy.”

“I have,” he groans. “I fuckin’ have.”

He pulls something out of his back pocket and my eyes go wide when I see it’s my panties. “I hope you washed them.”

He shakes his head. “Why would I do that?”

I’m in too much shock to answer as I grip him and slide him farther into my mouth, shutting him up for good. I bob my head, sucking and groaning like a whore as I take him farther and farther. When he hits the back of my throat, he makes a garbled noise. He starts to pump his hips, causing me to deep throat him as I cling onto him for dear life.

“That’s it, beautiful girl, take Daddy’s big dick down this pretty little throat.” Daddy’s big dick? Oh, boy. He pulls out, letting me breath and I eagerly wait for him to ram back in.

“So big,” I whisper. “You’re so hot.”

He grins, holding himself at the base. “Wanna come on those tits, pull your dress down, and take your bra off.”

I do as he says, my desire pulsing through me as I anticipate his next move. His eyes; they’re like sparkling jewels. He’s so perfect. His body rippling with every move he makes. And then he’s fucking my mouth again as I cup his balls and squeeze. It’s punishing, and I’m soaking my panties when he pulls out, groaning, and paints my lips with his cum. He holds onto my hair as he paints my tits with hot streams, and his face when he’s climaxing, will be etched into my memory for life.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

I lick my lips, staring up at him as he holds onto his dick. My God. He’s a vision.

He brings me to my feet, cupping my face as he kisses me, shoving his tongue in my mouth, tasting himself. “Need to fuck you now.”

“Hurry,” I plead. Bandit is still clutching onto my panties when he bends down to peel my current ones from my legs, stuffing them in his mouth as he turns me around. He cups my tits from behind, rubbing his half-mast dick against my ass as he lowers one hand between my legs. His groan rumbles when he feels how wet I am. I’m so slippery it’s ridiculous.

He moves around, leaving me for a second as he removes my panties from his mouth and shoves them in his back pocket. When I turn my head, he’s rolling a condom on his fat cock, and then his eyes meet mine. “Your pussy is gonna remember me tomorrow, Lacey.”

I don’t even get time to blink. He’s lining up and shoving his dick inside me as I place my hands on Jas’s desk and cry out. Then he’s sliding out and pushing in again, his hips driving me forward. His dick fills me to my core. I’ve never had a dick this big before, and it’s making me see stars.

“If you’d have been a good girl, I might not have fucked you this hard over the desk,” he mutters. “But you wanted to be treated like a sweet butt slut, so that’s what you’re gonna get.”

I stick my ass out farther toward him, dying for him so deep, and when he reaches around and circles my clit, I’m coming instantly, my pussy contracting around him as I cry his name out loud in a flurry. He doesn’t let up, or let me come up for air. He lifts one of my legs, so my knee is on the desk and rams in harder, faster, grunting as I’m lost in a sea of complete bliss while his dick pummels me.

“Jonah ,” I moan.

He stays quiet, ramming into me as jolt, his dick so deep that he touches something I’ve never been able to reach myself or get it right; my g-spot. I rest my head back against his shoulder as I shudder an orgasm so long and hard; I hold my breath for at least ten seconds.

“That’s it,” he groans, kissing my neck, his hands cupping my runaway tits. “Take it all, Lacey.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Then he’s lifting my other leg, so I’m kneeling on the desk, my hands gripping the back of it as he spreads my legs, and my ass cheeks, farther apart. “So pretty,” he mutters. He palms my asshole and I groan. “I can’t wait to have you in my bed all night.”

“Inside me,” I rasp. “I need your dick inside me.”

He bites down on my neck as I groan in pleasure. “Bossy little thing.”

He has no idea. He’s my new obsession. Even if my delusional dreams lately have involved him and Manny both going at it in my bed, this I can appreciate. This is real. Jonah and me.

He cares about me. He isn’t just using me for sex. He said… I was… a club sister. It’s different with me. I close my eyes and shut down all the red flags. That can wait until tomorrow.