The Points That Matter - preview
Checo looked scruffy.
It was the first thing that came across her mind as she saw him. Stubble across his jaw. To his neck. He had always been hairy.
Was this the businessman that people were waiting to see?
When they were dating, she used to trace her initials through the hair on his chest. Used to run her hands over the thick hair on his arms. Or brush her fingertips over the wiry hair of his treasure trail.
Now, he looked older with it.
And handsome and delicious. The attraction would always be there. Especially when they could look into each other’s eyes and get transported to amazing sex on her dorm’s twin bed.
Where she would bite into the skin below his Adam's apple to hear him groan.
She could already feel the rough patch of his stubble on her tongue. And by god, did she want to lick him from adam's apple to that freckle above his lips. She wanted to leave a mark. To draw blood.
To consume him. To take over his body. Or to change hers.
In a body swap situation she would do something with unbroken knees and a large cock. Win titles and medals. Fuck the world like she was the last man on earth. To still have a hunger for something.
Those lips that were pulled into a nervous little smirk. Large brown-black eyes looked her over like she was still the great player she used to be.
"Ser– Checo." It was easy to feel like that with Max and Checo. Like she never broke anything. He took that faltered confidence and brought it into his own body.
"Pretty girl."
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