I stroll back into the court, getting my seat next to Sasha when they finally notice me, they squeal excitedly, "you came!"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world" I grin widely.

"So did you get your man back?" Amaal asks, leaning forward in her seat to look at me. I twist my mouth to lessen my smile but it's useless, "yes."

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Cassie says, taking a sip of her drink. Sasha claps in a slow applause, "about fucking time, I was beginning to feel a bit bad for him."

"I hope you gave him a kiss for good luck." Cassie smiles like a Cheshire cat, I can't help the giggle that escapes him, "probably a bit more." Sasha chokes on her champagne, "Thank God for our rooms being on different floors because you bout to get slutted out tonight."

'Welcome back our teams, University of Southern California Trojans who are in the lead with ninety seven points and their opponents, University of Los Angeles'

We begin clapping and screaming as the guys come back onto the court, Devontae's eyes search for me in the crowd and when they land on me, he gives a wink and I blow him a kiss. "Ooh, girl. You bout to get it tonight." Sasha mutters so only I can hear as she waves excitedly at her boyfriend.

The next fifteen minutes is gruelling, UCLA is putting up a fight and USC is not backing down either, they are neck a neck and everybody is on the edge of their seat in anticipation. Devontae dribbles the ball across the court, nearing the free throw line when Dom blocks him, and what happens next is very quick, Devontae throws a fist at Dom and Dom retaliates by punching him back. He gets a few punches in but Devontae has the upper hand.

The ref blows the whistle furiously, but they continue throwing punches at each other until their teammates separate them from each other, Devontae gets away with a busted lip, a bloody nose, and a gash under his eye. Dom looks the worst of them with a bloody nose, swollen eye, and blood from his mouth.

The ref blows the whistle, calling for a time out and I leap from my seat. I follow the Trojans in the locker rooms as the first aid man attends to Devontae's wounds. He holds a pack of ice to his face as they clean his lip. "Devontae! What the hell happened?" This man has the audacity to smile at me, "he had a mouth."

"I'm not sure I follow."

His face becomes serious as he shoos the medic away, "he told me that that I'm way more of a bitch than he thought if I can't keep you around and that he would love to have his way with you just so he can rub it all in my face once more. He said some other shit too, but I'd rather not repeat it."

I grimace, I woulda punched him too, he had it coming but honestly, he isn't worth it. "You know he ain't shit right?" He waves me off, "agh, whatever he fucking deserved it. Come here, girl." I close the distance between us until I'm in between his legs which he spreads them wider, he places the ice pack down and runs his hands up the back of my thighs, gripping my ass, "can't wait to have my way with you later."

"Good thing I came, huh?"

A huge ass grin makes his way onto his face, and I blink multiple times, realising the unintended innuendo in what I said. He rises to his feet, towering over me. "Let's get back." I'm about to leave but he grabs my hand and leads the way, when we find ourselves on the court, I can hear multiple camera flashes, but I ignore them, knowing all that matters in this moment is us.

He places a soft kiss on my forehead. "Go win that trophy for me." I say and he smirks down at me. "Yes, ma'am."

They regroup, ignoring the brawl that just ensued minutes ago. As much as I said I was chilled with my outfit, I feel majorly underdressed now. Maybe I should've changed before coming here but it is what it is. I sit back in my seat next to Sasha as the game continues. The ref blows the whistle, recommencing from where they left off.

'Devontae Carter returns onto the court with a little pep in his step' One of the commentators says and the other laughs, 'I wouldn't blame him though, Jeff, it seems him and the Mrs are back together.'

Mrs? Really? The game goes back into full swing, UCLA dominating the ball now and scoring two more points catching up with USC. Sasha grips my hand in anxiousness, and I squeeze it for comfortable and she does me. There's five minutes left on the clock and time's ticking by.

UCLA's point guard steals the ball from USC's small forward making a pass for Dom who's eye is swelling shut is still playing on, however he gets distracted, and Rome steals the ball from him, making a quick pass to Luke who passes it to James, and he shoots, and it lands in the basket with ease.

Ninety nine to ninety nine. One minute left, Devontae has the ball now side passing it to Travis as he hurries to the other end of the court, Trav passes it to Devontae who's already waiting on his pass, and when he does Dom guards him, he leaps into the air to catch the basketball and twists his body and scoring the winning point for the Trojans, the glass of the backboard shatters from the force of Devontae dunk and he hangs onto the rim for a while as the whole team swarms towards him when the buzzer sounds.

They did it.

I jump onto my sneaker clad feet, running across the court trying to weave my way through the crowd without being fucking elbowed in the face or pushed, I squeeze my way through eventually having to step on a couple of toes and throw a bunch of elbows, but I made it, I finally get to Devontae who's being taken photos of, and he stops when he sees me. He jogs up to me and lifts me up, spinning me around. He kisses me sweetly, putting me back on my feet.

He pulls back, licking his bottom lip, "I got you your trophy."

...

The ride to the hotel couldn't have been any faster, after being hounded by papps, interviewers and overeager fans, I could wait to get back and relax but I know that isn't even on Devontae's mind right now and I won't front and say that I can't wait.

We enter the elevator and luckily, we're the only ones in the elevator at that time, it's nearly eleven pm. I lean against the wall of the elevator and sigh, why are there so many floors? We're on the tenth floor with ten more to go. I turn my head to look at Devontae and find him looking at me already, his piercing gaze has me catching my breath. He nears me and leans down to my height, placing his mouth by my ear, "when we get to the room, I want everything off."

Don't have to tell me twice.

We reach the twentieth floor and Devontae grips my hand, leading us to the room. He takes his key card from his duffle bag, sliding it through the slot and it clicks as it unlocks, he lets me in first and I look around the room. They really pulled out the stops, the room is huge with a king sized bed and large windows that overlook the city, "come on, baby I don't like repeating myself."

Oh shit. I was too consumed by the beauty of the room; I forgot what he asked me to do. I turn around to see him balancing against the door, with his arms crossed. His arched brow lets me know that his patience is wearing thin. I remove my sweatshirt, revealing the purple lace bra underneath, I kick off my sneakers and remove my socks. Next is my sweats revealing my matching purple thong.

I hook my fingers into the bands of my thong, but I stop when I hear Devontae clear his throat. "Keep it on, take off your bra." I do as he says, and I unclasp my bra, tossing it aside. My breasts bob as they are released from the bra and Devontae's eyes remain on them before looking at me.

I stand semi naked in front of him, arms perched on my hips, "well?"

"Well, what?"

"You gonna stand there all night or..." I gesture to my body, I never felt so at ease and comfortable in front of anybody in this state as much as I have with Devontae, his constant compliments, and simple affirmations, built a confidence in me that I didn't have to falsify and he's reaping the benefits, if his wolfish grin is anything to go by.

He closes the gap between us with three steps, and lifts me into his arms, devouring my mouth, "fuck, I missed you." He groans against my lips. "I missed you too."

"Can I show you how much I missed you?" He mumbles between kisses, and he starts moving, I feel the soft comforter under me, and he places my head on the pile of pillows, "uh hm." I mumble. His kisses drift from my mouth to my neck, my chest, the valley between my breasts and my stomach. His fingers rub my pussy through the lacey material of my thong, "mm, I can smell you already."

I'm panting as he hovers over the place I need him most, he sucks me through my thong and I can't help but beg, "please, stop teasing me." He simply chuckles as he pulls my thong to the side and attacks my clit. His tongue swirls and flicks over my clit and I screw my eyes shut, moaning loudly.

"Fuck."

"Uh huh."

"Fuck."

"Uh hmm."

"Oh fuck." The sounds of encouragement he's making pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm, my fingers grip onto the pillows as he continues to lap at my pussy. I can feel my arousal dripping to my ass and Devontae licks from the bottom of my lips to my clit and I can't help but shiver. "Oh my God." I groan. Devontae pops up from between my legs, replacing his tongue with his fingers, "my God, I missed tasting you." My back arches off the bed as my vision blurs and my legs begin to shake, "oh God, oh God." I moan repeatedly. "Damn, baby you're such a sight."

I come without warning and just when I think it's over another follows behind. Shit. I close my eyes as I catch my breath, the euphoria of my orgasm settling into my bones. I feel something land on the bed, and I open one eye to get a peak and my eyes widen. It's a dildo, it looks like the one Cassie got for me on my birthday, "where'd you get that?"

"The box with my stuff."

Oh my God, my hand flies up to my mouth in embarrassment but it goes as I start laughing, "Jesus, I thought I lost it."

"Nah, but it did come in handy. I want you to use it."

"On you?" I ask incredulously and Devontae's eyes widen, "nah babe, the only person who's gonna use it is you, it's yours, isn't it?"

"Yes," I answer sitting up onto my elbows, reaching over to retrieve it. Devontae begins to strip from his clothes, "I want you to fuck yourself while I watch, I know you been doing it since I wasn't around."

I roll my eyes, "you must think real highly of yourself to think I only used it if you weren't there."

"Used it more."

"Yeah, right." I don't have to lather it up with lube or nothing cause I'm still wet from our previous activities, I slide the dildo into myself, pausing in between to let myself against to the size it. It slides in easily and while the whole thing fills me, I plop back onto the bed. I open my legs wide to give Devontae a full view. He's seated on one of the armchairs that's facing the bed, fully naked and his dick hard and erect. His hand glides up and down, before holding out his hand to me, "spit."

I pause on what I'm doing, the dildo still inside me as a crawl to the edge of the bed and spit in his hand, "you nasty girl."

He sits back and goes back to stroking his dick and I lie back down on the bed. I start off slow, teasing myself. Pinching my nipples, I bring my free hand down my stomach and rub my clit. I hear Devontae sharp intake of breath and I smile. I sit up to watch him and his hand is following the same pace of mine. Watching him only heightens my arousal and I begin fucking myself faster, my pants turn into moans as the dildo reach my G spot with each stroke of my hand.

I look down at the dildo to see creamy white fluid on it and I continue, I didn't even know I could do that. I fall back onto the bed, "fuck, Devontae. I'm close."

"That's it mama, keep going."

I grab hold my breast, squeezing it, "Devontae!" I scream and I cum, my body convulsing as the orgasm hits me like a flood, "oh shit." I hear him grunt and I manage to lift my head, sperm spurts out from his dick and his chest heaves, the sperm coats his lower stomach and his hand as he continues stroking the last of it out of him, "shit, baby that was hot."

I manage a weak laugh as I lie back down on the bed, my legs already feel weak, and he hasn't even been inside me yet. Suddenly, my legs are pushed back to my head, and I open my eyes to find Devontae hovering over me. "You ready?"

"Always."

He coats the tip of his now cleaned dick and pushes in, I gasp and hang onto the headboard and Devontae starts pummelling into me, his strokes hit so deep and they're so fast I can't even breathe, he's never fucked me so recklessly and intensely, like his body is telling me what his mouth can't, he then places my legs together, holding them at the ankles as he continues digging into me. The headboard bangs into the wall behind us and my grip loosens holding onto my calves. "Shit, I didn't know you could cream."

"Neither did I." I groan and his strokes slow, he drops my legs, letting them fall to the side. He rolls his hips into me, abandoning his prior quick pace. He kisses on my ankle and my foot while massaging the outside of my thigh, that's when I realise, he's not fucking me anymore, he's making love to me.

The hypersentivity of my clit, the pace of his strokes and the look in his eyes are enough to bring me to tears and they do. Tears begin leaking from my eyes, he leans over and kisses my tears, "I love you."

"I love you." I say through my sobs and with one last stroke, we cum at the same time. He collapses on top of me, his dick still inside me as we both catch our breath. We lay together, panting. He finally gains enough strength to pull out of me and I sigh as he does, "I'm glad I risked it all just trying to get with you."

I give him a hazy smile, "are you saying I was worth the risk?"

He shrugs, "well, yeah. I wouldn't mind doing it all again." He kisses my forehead, and I can feel the exhaust seeping in, "I love you, Ki."

"I love you, Tae."

...

AUTHOR'S NOTE

And when I was editing this, I was so close to saying 'fuck it' and not write the sex scene but I could not deprive y'all from that.

Sigh. 'I missed you' sex is right up there with 'we shouldn't be doing this' sex and 'I hate that I love you' sex. Give me your ratings please!