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Assistant: Title: Ruin Our Friendship
        Author: readthelyric09 readthelyric09 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: When you’re looking for a vacation spot somewhere sunny after the 2023 World Cup, you instantly land on Madrid where you can catch up with Jenni during her stay before she’s whisked back to Mexico. Two birds, one stone and all that.You don’t expect that you’ll end up with her head between your legs asking if this is going to ruin your friendship.A delicious roll in the sheets later and the answer is a resounding no. And now you may need to book a trip to Mexico for your next vacation.(Prompt and first 1k of words are all credited to emeraldvixen aka vixwritesagain on tumblr)
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              When you’re looking for a vacation spot somewhere sunny after the 2023 World Cup, you instantly land on Madrid where you can catch up with Jenni during her stay before she’s whisked back to Mexico. Two birds, one stone and all that.You don’t expect that you’ll end up with her head between your legs asking if this is going to ruin your friendship.A delicious roll in the sheets later and the answer is a resounding no. And now you may need to book a trip to Mexico for your next vacation.(Prompt and first 1k of words are all credited to emeraldvixen aka vixwritesagain on tumblr)
            
        


  





    
        
          By the time Jenni flung herself onto the couch next to you, you were already halfway to finishing your drink.“Finally,” you said, watching her carefully balance her own mug while she folded her long legs underneath her.“I forgot how to work the ice machine.” Jenni replied defensively.  You took stock of the distinct lack of ice in her iced coffee with a disdainful eye. “So, I take it this apartment won’t be a permanent thing, then?”“Not unless Atletico wanted me to sign tomorrow,” She replied wistfully. “But I don’t want to talk about football. Football is the only time I see you anymore. Tell me about the other things.”And while it was technically true, you hardly even saw each other through matches anymore. With Jenni away to Mexico and your move to the English league, your paths had only crossed briefly at the World Cup. It had been so long, but always felt like no time at all. That’s just how it was with Jenni.When you’d first thought about spending the holidays somewhere sunny, there was no better option than catching up in Madrid.You took a moment to take her in. Her hair was still wet from her post-gym shower, but she’d scraped it into a messy bun. You’d missed her jovial smile, the lift of her eyebrows when you took a second too long to answer.“I don’t know what you mean. I haven’t done anything but football since…”“I’m sure I saw you were in Finland, no?”“Only for a friendly.”“How’s the family?”“Good. How is yours?”“Amazing. The boys are getting big, and Rafa got a new tattoo. Did you see it?”You shook your head, amused as she scrambled to uncurl her limbs and show you a picture.“What’s new with you?” You tried, though you’d already predicted her comedic sigh before it happened.“No. You don’t want to know the shitshow, and I don’t want to talk about it. You’re here to distract me, Tía. So do it. Who are you dating?”You snorted, putting down your cup on the side table. “No one.”Jenni groaned, “Don’t be boring. There must be someone. What about your new teammates, hmm? No one catching your eye?”“They’re taken or straight. Besides, dating teammates hasn’t worked out in the past.”This time Jenni snorted, grinning wide. “Really? I thought it working pretty well for you. Remember that time I caught you f@ck@ng–”“Nope! Nope! Absolutely not! That never happened.”“It did,” She laughed, “Didn’t even invite me to join. Selfish.”You laughed along with her, shaking your head at her lunacy. “What about you then. Dating? F@ck@ng?”“Nothing. Not since summer.” Jenni’s smile slipped when your own did.Of course, it was painfully oblivious of you to have not recognized that sh@gg@ng would be the last thing on her mind.“Sorry.” You said quickly, though Jenni waved you off. “It’s been so long, Jenni. I think I have cobwebs down there.”She grinned wide, dimples on full display. “I could change that.”You reached over to push her arm playfully. “Just because I’m in Madrid doesn’t mean you can wh@r@ me out to your friends, Jenni!”“No? What about me then?”Perhaps you let the joke linger for just a beat too long before you laughed.Jenni’s eyes twinkled as she sipped at her mug. “Scared it wouldn’t be good?”“Oh, I know it’d be good,” you flirted. And to be fair, you did. Jenni had always been the easiest person to be honest with, never reacting to any of your shocking confessions with anything other than a cheeky grin or a joke.“So why not?”“I didn’t say no,” you teased. “Who’s topping, then?”“Me.”“And what if I wanted to top you?”“You couldn’t.”You laughed, shaking your head as she relaxed back against the couch. “I could top you any day of the week, Hermoso. And you’d like it.”“I’d let you try. It would be cute.” Jenni’s daring eyes never left yours.For just a moment, you were the spunky teenager you were when you first met. “Put down the coffee, then.”“Is that an order?”“Want me to wrestle it from you on a cream couch?”Jenni was quick to lean over and place her mug on the coffee table. “Fine. Top me. I can’t wait to see this.” She sat back, turning to you expectantly.You hesitated, matching her grin with one of your own for a beat before you both cackled.“No wonder you’re not f@ck@ng anyone. You’re bad.” Jenni laughed.“Hey! I am not. I’m just not in my topping headspace. Gotta get in the mood.” You jested back.“Dios mío. And how long does that take? 3-5 business days?”You pushed at her shoulder again, delighting in the way her fingers curled around your wrists. “Fine. Top me then. Show me how it’s done.”And well, you hadn’t expected her to move so fast. With her legs tucked under her, Jenni had all the mobility to put you on your back in a split second. She grinned down at you, pressing your wrists to the fabric by your head.She ducked down to press sweet pecks to your cheek, your jaw, your neck. Nothing out of the ordinary - Jenni was by far the most physical friend you had. The gentle tickle of it had you laughing, but the wet drag of her tongue on your skin sobered you up quickly. Sucking gently at your neck, she finished with a wet kiss and pulled back.Your wide eyes met hers, noting the drift of her gaze when it fell on your lips.In a moment of boldness, it was you who lunged up to connect your lips. The split second it took her to move her lips against yours was the only indication of her surprise. And then Jenni moved against you, hand threading through your hair, angling your head back as she deepened the kiss.Where you were calculated moves and careful consideration when you were in control, she was natural instinct – her body pressing down into yours in a way that had you keening into her mouth. And she hadn’t even touched you yet.When Jenni pulled back, separating your mouths with a wet pop, her eyes were blown. All dark arousal and hunger. Your thighs squeezed involuntarily. And their current position bracketed by Jenni’s had the striker acutely aware of her effect on you.She pushed up slightly to grin down at you, raising her eyebrows knowingly.You huffed out a sigh and rolled your eyes.“Ok I relent. No way I could top you. Satisfied?” you asked her huffily.“Not yet,” she murmured, reaching out to peel your shirt over your head. “But by the end of the night I will be,” she added definitively.You yanked your sports bra off as well, needing more contact, needing her skin on yours.But she was not willing to bend to this desire of yours. Jenni sat back further, the bottom of her thighs settling on her heels as her torso leaned just out of your reach, your fingers landing harmlessly on the hem of her shirt. She was quick to swat your hands away. “No.”You whined slightly. “S@x is a two-way street.”Jenni smirked down at you, clearly in her element holding all the power. “Not here it isn’t. My way or no way.” She waited for your response.Your competitive nature hated knowing she had the power right now. It flared up in the back of your head. Demanded you fight back. Words were there, on your tongue. So close to being released.And then Jenni trailed the hand that had been sitting on your ribs up and over your chest, tracing your clavicle lightly. Fingers continued upward to curl over the muscle between your neck and shoulder, griping the back of your neck, @ssessing your response.You folded. F@ck it felt good. You unconsciously tilted your head back, baring more of your neck to her. She smirked but didn’t comment. Fingers soothing over the soft skin as she dragged them back down to your chest. Didn’t give your br@@sts more than a glancing touch as she continued down to wrench your shorts to your ankles. Flung the material over her shoulder harshly, as if they had personally offended her.Jenni sucked in a breath when she realized you weren’t wearing underwear. Full on commando mode under your old training shorts.She ran her hands back up your legs, gaze trailing until it finally landed on your mouth, leaning down to pull you into a deep kiss.Having your arms no longer restrained up by your head allowed you to wrap them around her back, anchoring her in place. The harsh nip she dropped to your neck relayed her displeasure at your action. And you found yourself loosening your hold without a second thought, her tongue licking over the bite mark to soothe the sting.Jenni started sucking a path down your naked body, pausing to circle a nipple before sucking harshly. You moaned, hips rutting up, needing more.She switched sides, giving attention to your other one. Teasing and nipping until it was a hardened peak. Pleased, she continued down, stopping to suck a bruise into the skin above your pubic bone. So so close to the spot you desperately wanted her mouth.“Is this going to ruin our friendship?” she rasped, mouth stilling against the crease of your hip and thigh.“F@ck no,” you moaned, canting your hips to urge her to finish the descent. “But if you don’t start moving it might.”Her unamused eyes snapped up to yours. “That mouth is going to get you in trouble.”“Promises, promises,” you goaded.And that does it. Her patience had worn thin with your challenges to her authority. You conceded top to her yet here you were acting like a brat, as if you were the one in charge.You gaped in horror as she removed her body from yours entirely, your hands grappling to stop her body in protest. She halted just outside of your grasp to shuck off her shirt first then her sweats and thong, the garments joining yours somewhere on the floor. She stood there naked except for the tattoos littering her skin, long lean body on display.A shiver ran down your back at the steely gaze she sent you before promptly pulling you further down the couch by both ankles. Slid you right off the pillow that was cushioning your head. Rude. “Hey–”Two long strides and she was positioned near your shoulders, face set in a stern frown. “Cállate,” she demanded.Your response was cut off by her swinging a leg over your body, settling onto her knees on either side of your shoulders.“I have a much better use for that mouth of yours” Jenni grunted, lowering her center down to your face without a pause, rendering you silent.She was deliciously wet and the heady sent of her arousal had you sucking in a breath. Jenni rocked herself over your mouth, clearly impatient with your lack of tongue.You contemplated making her wait to show her you weren’t so easily dominated. But her hand threaded through your hair, pulling your mouth up to her at the same time her hips sank lower. She ground down on your face, and your resolve broke, tongue snapping into action.A quiet but audible sigh fell from Jenni’s lips. It was like she felt your smirk of satisfaction at hearing her because she doubled down, hips canting forward and back, riding your face, taking her pleasure wherever she wished.It was not slow and delicate. All fast hips and full thrusts and smothering wetness. You were almost drowning in her, and that is exactly where she wanted you. You were her means to an end, her tool to reach her @rg@sm. She held all the control, and you felt your thighs grow slick with your own arousal at the way she dominated your face.The only indication she was reaching the peak was the hand not tangled in your hair reaching out to grab the couch arm above your head, her body angling forward slightly at the new position. It gave you just enough space to fully drag your tongue up to her cl@t, circling roughly before your lips enveloped the bud and sucked.That drew a ragged breath from Jenni that had you repeating the action until you felt her thighs start to tremble around your head. They tightened, pressed up against your ears with unrelenting pressure.You felt your vision start to narrow in the corners, lacking oxygen, positioned underneath Jenni. But you were determined to shove her over the edge. You could tell she wouldn’t be gentle with you. So, you decided she deserved much of the same.Your flexed tongue pressed over her cl@t; hard muscle merciless. No soft caresses here. One, twice, thrice. And Jenni let out a muffled grunt as she came, hips jerking as she rode out her @rg@sm on your tongue.Eventually she slowly pressed herself upwards, giving you space to breathe again as her @rg@sm subsided. Her thighs were surprisingly steady considering the force of her @rg@sm minutes before.You lunged forward and dropped one last kiss, light this time, to her cl@t before she swung her leg back over your body, removing herself completely from the couch.Jenni rolled her eyes. “Always trying to have the last word, aren’t you?”You grinned cheekily up at her. “A kiss is not a word, Jen. Surely Spain’s education system isn’t that bad?”“You mouth never shuts off, does it? Tongue always flapping,” she muttered, leaning down with both hands to flip you over onto your stomach roughly.You grunted. “You didn’t seem to mind about my flapping tongue five seconds ago,” you bantered over your shoulder.A sharp hand connected to your @ss cheek in response, and a squeak of surprise escaped you. You could envision the smirk on Jenni’s lips even if you weren’t facing her. You hardened yourself to choke back any other sounds. You wouldn’t give her the gratification. You may have agreed that she could be top, but you did not agree to be a compliant bottom.Jenni’s hand traced over your cheek, and you relaxed your body in response. Only to be met by yet another smack seconds later. You turned to glare at the striker.She grinned at you, palming both cheeks as she straddled your legs, settling down just below your @ss. “What?” she asked. “You need to be put in your place.”You blew out a breath as she traded the harsh slap for soft caresses. “Yeah? And where’s that?”“Underneath me,” she husked into your ear as her body lowered down over yours.You knew she could feel your full body shudder even if you managed to stop the moan before it left your lips. You were sure she was going to tease you about it, but instead felt her hips jut down into your @ss, pushing your center into the couch cushion, cl@t dragging deliciously against the fabric. Had you grinding yourself down in an effort to relieve the ache.With the last vestige of rational thought, you moaned out, “We’re gonna ruin this couch.”That stopped Jenni’s hips from their slow grind down. “F@ck, you’re right,” she stated in frustration, looking at the cream fabric. “I want my deposit back on this rental.”The striker sighed and removed her weight from your back, tapping your @ss to move as well. “Bed, now,” she commanded as you were slow to move. When you still had not responded quickly enough for her liking, Jenni hauled you off the couch by your hips, impatient.You grunted at being manhandled. “I can walk,” you responded petulantly.“Apparently not,” she teased, smacking your @ss again in an effort to get you into the bedroom faster. “I know we ran you ragged in that World Cup final, but d@mn are you slow today.”You stopped your movement forward all together at the action, folding your arms across your chest in defiance. That was a low blow. It was way too soon for jokes about England losing to Spain in the World Cup Final.But Jenni wasn’t fazed. She ignored your glare and stepped into your space, hands curling across the back of your thighs as she hoisted you up into the air, your legs involuntarily wrapping around her waist as your hands grasped at her muscled shoulders to steady yourself.Jenni crossed the space to her bedroom in quick, confident strides, her hands cupping your @ss to hold you in place. You felt your wet center gliding across her abs with every step, an unintentional tease.The dark-haired woman dropped you on the bed rather haphazardly, your body bouncing off the bed once before settling back down with a “hmmph”.“You treat all your girls this carelessly?” you asked sarcastically.Jenni just grinned back at you, all bright teeth and a predatory glint in her eyes. “Only the ones that don’t listen.”“Maybe you’re just not good at communicating,” you goaded, elbows leaned back on the bed, legs splayed.She frowned at that. “I speak three languages, I’m plenty good at communication,” she argued, pulling you further down the bed. “You are just acting like a brat – I’m in control here.”“If you have to say it out loud, is it really true?” you provoked.And that was both the wrong and right thing to say. Jenni’s eyebrows raised at the challenge your words suggested. Next thing you knew, her body was sliding on top of yours, your wrists held above your head by one of hers, her skin hot on yours.Her other hand snaked down to pinch one of your nipples in retaliation for that comment. Despite your resolve to stay silent, it pulled a loud hiss from your throat.Jenni smirked. “You tell me,” she drawled. “Do you feel in control right now?”You glared in response, afraid that opening your mouth to comment may result in another noise being let loose. You wouldn’t give her that pleasure just yet. She hadn’t earned it.Jenni took your non-response as confirmation and ploughed forward, all forward touches riding the edge of pain and pleasure. Her teeth scraping down your neck had you roughly stating, “no marks!”The striker ignored you, continuing her trail south. Her mouth landed on a nipple, teeth pulling the bud as you refused to let the gasp it drew leave your throat. Jenni’s tongue darted out to lap the ache away, drawing out a quiet sigh. Your resolve was on its way to being well and truly f@ck@d. No amount of scolding yourself internally was going to be able to fully control your traitorous mouth. You could already tell. Jenni was clearly very talented with her tongue. And she had yet to even put it to use properly.She continued down, the hand on your wrists withdrawn. Her eyes flicked up to yours in an intense stare. “Do not move them,” she commanded.For once you complied, sending her a curt nod. You could tell where she was headed and you didn’t want to do anything to stop that descent.The striker surged up to give you a bruising kiss at the show of submission. Left you arching forward as her lips moved back down your body just as quickly.You felt her breath ghost over your skin before that tongue of hers quickly followed, licking a path across your abs. You held in your groan, but your body betrayed you as your abs tightened, a shiver rolling down your body.Jenni smirked against your stomach as she moved lower still. You felt it. “Oh, shut it,” you murmured, a hand snaking down to thread through her hair.A sharp bite was delivered to your outer hip, her head snapping up to glare at you. “I said, do.not.move.them,” she ground out. Her hand abandoned its place on your thigh to capture the offending appendage. It laid innocently at your side where it landed when her head raised and your hand fell back down to earth. “Do I have to tie you up to get you to obey?” the madrileña threatened, forcing your arm back above your head.Your breath heaved at the thought, chest rising rapidly, hips involuntarily arching up into her.Jenni’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she muttered, eyes tracking down your body. “So, she really does want to give up the control,” she goaded you.“Are you going to touch me sometime this year?” you grunted in frustration. “F@ck me or let me get myself off. At this rate you’re just drying me up further.”“Is that so?” she murmured, eyes on yours. A hand reached down, curling inward over your upper thigh. So dangerously close to where you were begging her to touch that you could feel the whisper of her finger tips. “Dry you say?” she questioned.In the next second she’s scooted her body down the bed, her head hovering above your center. She looked down, inspecting. “Doesn’t look dry down here,” she stated casually. Her tongue darted out and swiped a wide lick up towards your cl@t. This time you were unable to stop the moan. “Doesn’t taste dry down here either,” Jenni smugly stated.“F@ck, don’t stop,” you stuttered. You urged your hips up towards her mouth in the absence of your hands, which remained above your head gripping the comforter in an effort to avoid digging into her dark hair and pulling her back to your core.Jenni grinned but kept silent, dipping her head back down. She avoided giving you the pressure you sought, layering soft kisses on the crease between your thigh and groin, instead, alternating sides.It took all your willpower to avoid pushing her to give you more. So, so difficult to swallow down your pleas. She clearly wanted you obedient and at the mercy of her actions – this was the Jenni show. She was testing you.You passed. You did not press for more contact. Instead, you were all tensed muscles that sat still while she languidly pressed annoyingly soft kisses up your thighs. All bitten back moans, teeth sinking into your lower lip.Jenni sat back minutely to appraise your face. Your lidded eyes met hers after a second of her inactivity. Hazel eyes dropped to your bottom lip, her tongue coming out to wet her own.Something in your appearance spurred her forward. She captured your lips as a hand drifted down and finally made contact with your core in the way you wanted. Fingers slowly glided through your folds, slipping along easily with how wet you were.Her tongue parted your lips, slipping inside and stealing the groan you were successfully keeping contained until that point. Instead of the infuriating smirk or chuckle you expected, you felt the striker hum appreciatively against your mouth. Seemed you both were done playing the back-and-forth game of chase.You wanted to touch her, run your hands over her shoulders and down her back, pull those hips further into yours. But you knew that if you just took what you wanted, didn’t ask, that Jenni would make you regret it. You had seen her resolve, her iron steel backbone. Usually exposed in matches arguing against a call or when catching up on the shitshow that is the Spanish Federation. But you had zero doubt that she would turn it on you in a minute if you disobeyed her again.A small part of you balked at the submission, but it didn’t stop you from asking, “Can I touch you?” with a raspy voice full of arousal.Jenni circled your cl@t lightly. You moaned, chest pressing up into hers as your back arched. “Buena chica,” she finally responded. “Sí. Only because you asked nicely.”“Gracias,” you panted, hands snapping down instantly. Your right hand snaked around her neck, carefully cradling her head and pushing it further into your neck where she planted her lips, biting and sucking the point just below your ear that made your eyes roll back in pleasure.Your left hand slipped over her shoulder. She had really filled out this last year in Mexico, put on muscle that looked so good on her.Jenni hissed as your nails lightly scrapped down her back. Her hips thrusting down showed she enjoyed the slight bite as they dragged down her skin. That was no surprise. Enjoying the edge of pleasure and pain. Such was the life of a professional footballer in so many aspects.You choked back a grunt as her hips rolled into yours, pushing her hand that lingered between your bodies forward to hit your cl@t again.“Wanna hear you,” Jenni quietly demanded.“No,” you answered insolently.You expected her to harden, to respond harshly to your denial. But instead, she cocked her head slightly, searching your face. “Why?” she questioned quietly, fingers still slowly working you up.“Don’t want to give you the satisfaction,” you replied breathlessly after a particular swirl of her hand. “You’re too cocky already.”Jenni laughed disbelievingly at that. “That is not cockiness; it’s confidence. Because I am good at this,” she punctuated with a kiss.You hummed noncommittally as one of her fingers dipped down to your entrance, pushing inside slightly. Jenni watched as your mouth opened, a delicate noise falling from your lips. Her finger retracted, pulling more of your slick up as she continued her soft circling of your cl@t. You wanted her fingers inside. But you were not going to beg for it.“Ah,” she stated smugly. “You like that, huh? Want my fingers in you?”You let out a strangled moan as she swiftly pushed a finger completely inside, buried deep. “No,” your brain stupidly replied in defiance.“Hmm, I think you’re lying, cariño,” Jenni cooed. “I think you can’t wait to have me pounding into you.” She slipped a second finger in on the next thrust inside, completely unraveling the bratty retort on your tongue.“Fuuuuck,” you groaned loudly when she curled her fingers. “Don’t stop!”“Thought so,” the striker teased, mouth pressing into yours, swallowing your answering moan as she increased the pace.Your resolve was well and truly f@ck@d, brain short-circuited as her fingers pressed and curled and dragged inside you.Jenni could tell by the way your moans shifted that you were starting to build up to the peak. And she chose that moment to remind you exactly who controlled this whole dance.(It wasn’t you.)You whined desperately when she removed her fingers and didn’t immediately return them, leaving you hanging on the edge of a ledge with no path off.“You didn’t think I’d let earlier go without punishment, did you?” she softly drawled, moving down your body.You hoped she would stop and put her mouth on you. But she kept moving down until she was standing off the end of the bed, near your feet.She slowly strolled to the side of the bed, hand landing on your thigh as you glared at her, your head still on the pillow.“You are the worst,” you crossly stated.Jenni grinned back at you. “Your moans say otherwise.”You huffed out your annoyance. “Fine. What do I need to do–”Your question was abruptly cut off when Jenni slid both hands under the side of your hip and pushed you up and over, flipping you onto your stomach.“Shh, less talking, more moaning,” She cheekily replied.Your lack of @rg@sm was starting to grate on your patience. “Less lecturing, more f@ck@ng,” you answered, snark coming through loud and clear.Jenni responded by climbing back onto the bed, once again straddling your ass, roughly palming both cheeks in her hands. “D@mn, wish I had my strap,” she murmured quietly.The clench of your muscles relayed how you felt about that.“Next time, cari.”You moaned and thrusted your ass up into her hands. “Por favor,” you whined, relying on the little Spanish you knew.That got a response. Jenni grunted and lowered her body down on top of yours, weight settling comfortably.  “Te quiero boca abajo. Quiero que sientas esto,” she muttered into your neck, placing a delicate kiss there.“You know I don’t speak f@ck@ng Spanish,” you hummed, content under her bodyweight.“Oh I’ll have you moaning out ‘Dios mío’ shortly,” she chuckled, hips thrusting down into your ass, pushing your body into the mattress. “That’s the only Spanish you need to know.”The contact felt delicious, her thighs forcing yours down and in towards each other, brushing your cl@t in the process. You moaned in approval.She repeated the motion, lazily thrusting as her mouth left hot, wet kisses up your back, sucking a bruise into your skin occasionally.When her kisses reached your neck, the volume of your moans raised, and you felt Jenni’s “hmm” of approval reverberate throughout her chest where it pressed up against your back.Her actions had your thighs slick with wetness. The comforter did not provide the firm, coarse material of the couch to stimulate your cl@t, however. And that had you aching for more. “Por favor, Jenni.”“Sí, cari. What do you need?” the striker replied, slightly breathless from both the physical effort and the arousal coursing through her at your reactions.“Your fingers,” you gasped, ass bouncing after a particularly rough grind.“Mis dedos?” she questioned.“Sí, tus dedos,” you moaned, back flexing against her front as you leveraged your body to grind back up towards her groin.Jenni responded by reaching a hand up and around your hip, finger tips wedging themselves between your body and the comforter. You fully expected her to flip you to your back, but she still seemed intent on having you on your stomach despite the odd angle for her hand.You also expected her hands to dance through your folds like before. But Jenni coated her fingers and promptly slipped two up and inside you within the same motion as her hips thrust down, sandwiching you between her hand and her groin.The wanton and unrestrained moan that got pulled from you was very likely heard by the tenants on either side of this minimally soundproofed Madrid rental. But you did not care. What Jenni was doing felt too d@mn good to silence yourself any longer.The striker settled into a rhythm, fingers curling in front, pushing you up and into her hips which provided a counter pressure, pushing you back down onto her fingers. Pushed and pulled and f@ck@d every step of the way.“F@ck, please, Jenni. Please.”“Please what?”“Don’t stop. Feels so good,” you moaned, a hand reaching back to grip her thigh as she rode you higher.“F@ck I love your ass,” she replied, rutting her pelvis down. The hand that wasn’t currently buried inside you gripped your hip as she bent her knee to gain more leverage. “You feel so good,” she husked into your ear.You clenched at the praise and whimpered when it meant her fingers dragged along your clenched walls. This position had you feeling her everywhere, so full. Could only imagine how this would feel if she did have her strap. You squeezed even further at the thought.Jenni groaned at feeling you tighten on her fingers. Her face rested on your shoulder, anchoring her body as her fingers picked up speed, pounding into you. Her hips stopped thrusting in favor of a delicious grinding motion, pushing you down onto her hand in a cycle of constant contact.“Touch yourself,” she demanded.Your hand instantly snaked down to your cl@t. It was the last piece of the puzzle – the pressure had you moaning the moment your fingers circled the bud, sparks shooting down your spine. “Oh my god,” you whined.“No, no – Dios mío,” Jenni teased, breath tickling your ear where her lips sat.“Dios mío, Jenni,” you parroted. “F@ck. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close,” you chattered, begging her to keep up her pace.“I won’t stop,” she panted, slightly out of breath. “You feel so good, cari,” she added, hips continuing to grind.“Yeah, you gonna c@m too?” you asked, tone going up an octave at the end as her fingers hit that spot inside that had your walls quivering. “I’m gonna, Jenni. I’m right there. Please!”“Wait for me,” she grunted. “Just a little more. You can take it.”You whined in disappointment. “I can’t – it’s too big,” you confessed, mouth erupting in a loud moan as her hips and the nip she landed on your neck sent you careening over the edge. Your p@ssy tightened rhythmically as your @rg@sm washed over you, thighs clamped together and shaking as you rode her fingers.You felt her body tense in response. Thought she was mad until you felt the shake of her. Realized quickly she was caught up in the throes of her own @rg@sm, getting off on grinding her cl@t down on your ass as her tremors slowed.Where you were loud moans and verbal affirmations as you orgasmed, Jenni was quiet, her body the only thing giving her away. Except for the end, when the last wave petered out.“Joder,” the dark-haired woman groaned as her hips rolled to a stop. “Buena chica,” she praised as she pulled her fingers out, the digits leaving a wet mark on your hip where she grabbed to maneuver you onto your side. Her body curled around your back, spooning you.A hand snaked around your front, pulling you back into her chest before settling harmlessly on your thigh.You flipped around so you were facing her, leaning up for a kiss which Jenni readily accepted. A quick push of her shoulder had her rolling to her back without complaint.You backed the kiss down, pecking her once, then twice before pulling away and settling onto your stomach, half draped over the striker, your head onto her chest and an arm thrown across her middle.Fingers danced through your hair, making you hum in appreciation. Your eyes started to droop as the post-s@x haze and feeling of Jenni’s fingers massaging your scalp drew you closer and closer to sleep.“So as good as you thought?” Jenni asked smugly, arm wrapping around your shoulders. Tattooed fingers that were inside you not long ago, absentmindedly ran up and down your arm.“It was good,” you conceded, eyes blinking slowly. At her disbelieving eyebrow raise you added, “Top 10 performance for sure.”“Top 10!” she questioned incredulously “That was much better than Top 10,” she argued. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had a woman c@m as hard on my fingers like you just did,” she added for clarification.“I know, I am an impressive specimen,” you joked, dropping a kiss to her sternum.Jenni chuckled. “So, is our friendship ruined?” she questioned teasingly.“Mmm,” you replied back. “Not if you keep offering up @rg@sms like that,” thighs clenching together in memory of just what she did to your body.“Gonna visit me in Mexico?” she asked softy, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.“Only if the strap makes an appearance.”“You know it will,” Jenni answered, eyes dark with want.You bit your lip to contain the moan that surged up at both her answer and the arousal visible on her face. “Well then, shall we give it another go? You know, to avoid ruining our friendship and all in the meantime,” you asked cheekily.“The last thing I want is to ruin this friendship,” she admitted softly, sincerely.You smiled, one easily returned by the dark-haired madrileña, and dropped a kiss to her neck. “If you stealing a World Cup title from me didn’t affect this friendship, I don’t think anything will.”Jenni gasped in disbelief. “We did not steal! We won fair and square!” she challenged, fired up and ready to defend Spain’s performance.“Sure, sure,” you goaded, stomach swooping as Jenni surged up, ready to put you in your place. You decided in the split second it took her to flip you onto your back that giving up control wasn’t such a bad thing when it was Jenni taking over.'
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