Mind Games (Part 2/2) - Sex Stories

Mind Games (Part 2/2)

... find his cock. It was exquisite to see him staring helplessly back at me as I caressed his balls and sucked in as much of him as I could take. He didn’t let me take him all the way. Before long, he was in control again, despite the fact that I was the one on top. His hands gripped my ass as we fucked, and he guided me up and down his ever-hard cock like I was made for the purpose. I pushed back and he rolled me over easily onto my back, the floor cold against my sweaty skin. It was a blur of decadence. I lost count of how many times I came. All I knew was that I was desperate to meet every damn thrust of his, if only to show him that I needed it just as much. We moved from the floor to the wall to the bathroom before back to where it all started; the bed. It went on like a rollercoaster; every time I thought it was over, we were going fast again. Desire, lust, urgency, hunger and ecstasy. It was late, very, very late when we were finally satiated. Mats was asleep, the moonlight casting a glow across his face. I was on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness when the hotel phone rang. “Fuck,” Mats groaned. “Who the fuck is that?” I reached past him to grab the receiver. “Hello?” “Hi.” Jack’s voice woke me up instantly. I sat upright. “What?” “Lauren, I can’t believe you did this to m-“ “Oh my god,” I scoffed. He had been the last thing on my mind and I didn’t feel anything for him anymore. I just wanted him out of my life. “Believe it, okay? I’m done. I’m done with you. I ...

... don’t care anymore. Do what you want. Don’t call me again.” I cut the call before he could reply and left the phone off the hook. Mats was looking at me. “Finally,” he said, rolling his eyes. I gave him a smile. “Tell me about it. And why are you awake? I thought I’d finally broken you.” He laughed. “You wish. Five weeks does a lot to a guy.” I lay back down and sighed. I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I had to share the fears in my head. “So this is it? The coaching? It’s not gonna work, is it?” Mats shifted. “I don’t see why not. So long as we keep things professional, I think we can still afford to hook up when we need it.” I stared at him. He stared back, his mouth curved into a smile. He was serious. My head cleared. “Like one night a week?” He laughed. “Yeah. We’ll see how long that lasts.” Somehow though, it did last. We would spend the days like we were totally platonic and one night a week we behaved like we were sex addicts. It worked. It really worked. We’d finally found the way to work best together and it took our relationship and my career from strength to strength. Nothing could get between us. Jack kept his word and released the sex tape. It went down a storm. The media could hardly contain themselves. I let my agent figure out the mess and she was thrilled to finally fight a battle for me. In the end Mats was right; my increased popularity meant that sponsorship deals with sportswear brands, shampoo companies and even designer clothing labels went through ...