That sounded a bit odd. "Really?" I asked. "Yes, really." he replied. "Dark, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked. "Oh fuck no. Really (y/n)?" I laughed, getting into the driver's seat. "Well, you had no response to women all but jumping on you, you're asking me to drop you off at your place before I go out for drinks, and then you tell me you have someone on your mind...I just kinda figured you might have changed your opinion on relationships." He scoffed. "No." he said, firmly. "Alright, alright...I guess what did convince you to come to my game was the promise of scantily clad sluts...so..." "You're overthinking this." "Tell me who is on your mind, you're killing me here." He looked over at me, and momentarily I removed my eyes from the road to look at him. "It's you." he said. It struck me as odd that he'd say something like that. "Elaborate." "I'd rather bring you home with me." I blushed deeply. "You're better looking than those teammates of yours anyhow." I giggled. "Well...thanks." I neared Dark's home and had some decision making to do. Spend the entire night with Dark. Drop him off and go out with my teammates...or do both somehow. I looked over at Dark. Who could say no to him? "So...I think I'm gonna text my teammates and tell them I'll take them out to celebrate later." Dark gave me a genuine smile. "Sounds like a good plan." he said. We strolled into his home talking and laughing. "Did you have fun tonight? Be honest." I asked. He looked at me for awhile. "I did." he replied. I could tell that he was serious. "I mean scantily clad women rolling around and such is kinda something I enjoy." I laughed. "I'm really glad you had a good time." "Look...really, I enjoyed seeing all that action...but I liked watching you the most. You looked great out there." I looked at the floor. "Well, thank you. That means a lot..." Without warning, he cupped my face and kissed me, tangling his fingers in my (h/c) hair. He was unusually rough, and I enjoyed it. The way he guided my body so it was in sync with his, and snaked his tongue around my mouth perfectly...it made me shake. I pressed myself against him, feeling his hardening member press against me. "Eager much?" he asked, breaking the kiss. "Just a bit." I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Don't feel embarrassed. If I were you, I'd be eager to fuck me too. I mean, look at me." I laughed. "You are something else." I said. He pulled me close to him and held me there. "That's an understatement of epic proportions." he growled. I bucked my hips against him. "I'm an athlete. I can handle you." I hissed. "I will fuck you on the countertop right here in this kitchen if you don't quit teasing me." "Don't threaten me with a good time." I teased. He snickered. "Have it your way." he said, pushing me on my back. The cold countertop stung my skin just as much as the force he used did. He undressed me from the waist down quickly, then did the same to himself. I sat up on my elbows, and he dragged me by my hips toward his. I slipped my heat over his member at the last minute, and wrapped my legs around him, surprising him. This time around, it was his breath that hitched. "Sneaky..." he muttered, satisfied with my actions. "You're gonna pay for that shit." he grunted, thrusting into me hard. I all but screamed his name, wishing I had something to dig my nails into, but countertops are smooth. He bucked his hips into me roughly, pounding into my core like it was the last thing he'd ever do. "God, you feel so fucking good." he growled, digging his nails into me. The mounting pleasure was making my head spin, and for awhile I couldn't focus on anything. "Daark!" I moaned. "I love it when you say my name like that." he snarled, going in harder. "I'm gonna fuck you so good baby." he breathed, focusing his energy into making sure I felt every inch, every vein, every throb...just everything. He shifted a bit, remembering where my g-spot was even though the two of us hadn't hooked up in awhile. My breaths hitched one after another. "Found it." he said, teasingly. "Oh god, Dark!" I moaned, sprawling myself on the countertop. He held me in position, cursing under his breath, and periodically closing his eyes. He rammed himself into me as deep as he could manage to without hurting me. Pangs of pleasure shot from my core and tickled my whole body. "I'm...I'm gonna..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. "Mmm-me too." he replied, starting to slow up a bit. "God, don't stop!" I whimpered. "I'm not...ah, I'm not gonna stop..." he grunted. He slammed our hips together furiously a few more times before I finally hit my peak. I felt my walls tighten and hold Dark in a vice grip. I knew how much he loved that feeling. "Oh god..." he moaned, finishing hard. He leaned over me breathing heavily for a bit, eyes closed, neutral expression. That face...I couldn't help but stare at him. When he opened his eyes, he caught me. "It's alright, I get that a lot." he said. I chuckled. "Your vanity is funny." I said. He bent down and kissed me roughly. "Your body is sexy." he replied. "I haven't fucked like that in a minute." "Somehow I don't believe you." I replied sitting up. I admired the sticky mess on the counter. "I guess you won't be eating breakfast at the bar." I said. "That all depends on whether you're gonna be laying on it or not." He winked. "Goodnight (y/n)." he said, walking away, leaving me to decide whether I wanted to stay with him or go home. I slid off the countertop, feeling cold and sticky. I looked in the direction he'd walked off in and saw him looking back to see if I was following him. He smirked when I took that first step toward him. "I figured as much." he said, walking into his room. "You know me so well." I replied, giving him a little shove. "Alright, alright, drag your ass over here, champ." "Aw, does someone want cuddles?" I asked teasingly. "Don't push it...there are windows all over this bitch. I'll drop you faster than a new waitress drops her tray." I laughed. "Goodnight, Dark."I said, putting my head on his chest. "Goodnight again, breakfast." "We'll see." I replied.
