“Good girl,” I say, pulling them free and then guiding my hand back down, finding her clit and rubbing slowly.

Her hips rise to give me better access and I waste no time giving her what she wants. I continue in lazy strokes that become faster as she grinds into me. She fucks my hand with such abandon, I’m wondering where my tentative Kitty went. Maybe I read her all wrong.

I pull away just enough to fully appreciate the view of Katrina sprawled out under me looking like she’ll die if I don’t make her come. I’m a generous guy, happy to be the one doling out orgasms as well as receiving them, but never have I so enjoyed watching someone get theirs knowing I’m gonna be going home with blue balls.

“That’s it, Kitty. Come for me.”

I circle her clit faster and slide a finger inside her as she cries out. Her eyes open and lock on mine. My heart hammers in my chest as I feel her completely let go and ride the pleasure.

When she goes limp, I move my hand and roll on top of her letting her feel how turned on I am. My dick twitches and fucking begs me not to move.

“That was fucking hot, Kitty. You feel so good,” I tell her and mean every word. “Gonna have to request a viewing of those pretty panties you discarded when I’ve got more time. Call you later, Bubble Butt.”

I place a kiss on her mouth and jump up, grab a piece of bacon from the plate of breakfast she brought me. As I bring it to my mouth, I breathe in the smell of her on my fingertips, pop the bacon in and then lick my fingertips. “Thanks for breakfast.”

Pussy coated bacon… my new favorite.

She rights her clothes and sits up looking adorably rumpled and shy. “Give me two minutes to distract Christian and then you’re clear to make a run for it.”

“Moreno,” Coach calls out from the sideline and motions me over.

Practice is basically over and all that is standing between me and a hot shower is ten more free-throws.

“What’s up?” I ask, wiping my face with my practice jersey.

“Tough game this weekend. How are you feeling?”

“Good. I’m ready. Team is looking good too.”

He nods. “Got a couple more calls from Sara Icoa. She’s going to be here Saturday and she’s got a good relationship with the Lakers.”

Lakers are my top choice. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve bled purple and gold. There are lots of good teams in the league, but anything other than LA is going to feel like the second choice. Sara Icoa is Z’s agent but has been pursuing me hard this year too. I want to finish college – even if this year is my best shot at displaying my talents. With Z and Malone graduating, next year is looking like a rebuilding year for Valley. Not the best year to try and get a spot on my dream team.