All of my muscles tensed up, begging for more. My body reacted instinctively to the feeling of Oakley’s tongue on my neck. I couldn’t move or speak, I just lay there wanting to feel Oakley on my skin again.

I came back to my senses when Oakley let out a laugh, staring down at me with a twinkle in his eye. He had seriously beautiful eyes, and there was no doubt that the asshole was definitely enjoying teasing me. I tried to play it cool, but I think it took me just long enough to recover for Oakley to see what his touch did to me. Come on, Amanda, shake it off, I thought to myself as he put the bar back up to my lips. The chocolate was barely touching, so soft I wouldn’t have known it was there if I weren’t looking at it.

Oakley asked suggestively in a soft, low voice, “Are you sure you don’t want just a taste?”

I don’t know what possessed me to nip at Oakley like a crazed chihuahua, but one second he was teasing me with food, and the next I was sinking my teeth into his wrist and growling like I had rabies. “What the fuck!” he yelled. I let go and shoved him off of me. The hard sound of his body hitting the ground made me cackle in amusement. “Ouch! My arm! You broke my arm!”

I shoved the blankets off of me and sunk to the floor, my humor completely gone. We had a fucking game tomorrow. He couldn’t play with a fucking broken arm. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

His arms shot out like a snake about to strike, wrapping around my middle and tugging me down to the hard hotel carpet that probably hadn’t been properly shampooed in years. Was I lying in dried cum? Probably. Was Oakley still holding me? Absolutely.

“What are you doing?” I asked, squirming away. The sleep shirt I wore was rising up, up, and up. The edge of my sports bra was showing, and pretty soon I’d be mewing like a kitten.

“You sure are a feisty little thing,” he said in a low voice, licking his lips.

I shuddered involuntarily, thinking about his tongue on my magic skin ball. “You are such a jerk!” I tried to say as offhandedly as I could. “I thought I was going to have to explain to the coach how your arm got broken and exactly what I was doing in your room in the middle of the night.” I tried to redirect, although the wetness in my panties wasn’t quite ready to move on.

“Explain what?” he asked innocently. “What exactly do you think is going on here?” His devilish smile sent a new wave of heat down my body.