Sky's P.O.V.

One Month Later

I pound into Zoe hard and fast, her body pinned against the locker, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her eyes are half-closed in pleasure, and I place my hand over her mouth to silence her moans, making sure no one hears us outside the locker room.

I have a match later today, and this is Zoe's unique way of wishing me good luck. Seriously, I can't think of a better pre-game ritual.

It's been a month since Zoe moved in with me, and I can confidently say it's been a month of living in heaven. Going on dates with her on the weekends, falling asleep at night in her arms, and waking up next to her each morning—it all feels surreal and perfect. Our lives have become so wild and passionate that I can hardly remember a time when we were just friends.

In this one month, I've fucked Zoe in every corner of my penthouse, in the car, in the college's washroom, finger-fucked her in the library and cafeteria around a few people, and even in the back row of the movie theatre. The thrill of being with Zoe, of exploring every wild fantasy we can think of, has brought a new level of excitement to our lives. It's like we're making up for all the time we spent being just friends, and neither of us can get enough.

The way she looks at me, the way her body responds to mine, it's intoxicating. I can't get enough of her, and I'm not sure I ever will.

Zoe has become my world, and I know I'm hers. The trust and understanding we've built over the years only make our relationship stronger. We're living in our own bubble of happiness, and I wouldn't swap it for anything else.

"Trouble," I groan against her neck, the sensation of her tightness driving me wild. "You always know how to wish me luck."

She whimpers against my hand, her eyes filled with pleasure and desire. I thrust deeper, her body shuddering against mine. The thrill of it all—being here with her, just moments before the game—is intoxicating.

As I continue to move inside her, I think about how perfect the past month has been. Having Zoe in my life, in my home, has been the best decision I ever made. Every day, I fall more in love with her, and every night, I can't get enough of her.

God! I fucking love her so much. My desire for her intensifies with each passing day. I never thought that making my best friend my girlfriend would be so satisfying. One thing I've understood in this month is that the flame of my desire for her is unquenchable. The flame burns brighter and hotter with each passing day.

Her moans grow louder, despite my hand covering her mouth. I feel her tightening around me, signalling her climax. I increase my pace, wanting to bring her over the edge.

I can feel myself getting close too, the combination of her moans, the thrill of our secret encounter, and the intense love I have for her driving me over the edge.

"Come for me, Zoe." I thrust one last time, burying myself deep inside her, and we both explode together, my hand still muffling her cries of pleasure, her body shuddering.

We stay like that for a moment, catching our breaths, our bodies pressed together in the small locker room. I slowly remove my hand from her mouth and kiss her deeply, savouring the taste of her lips. I'm addicted to them. No, in fact, I'm addicted to every inch of her body, her heart, and her soul.

"Good luck," she whispers, her voice breathless and full of love.

I grin, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Thanks, Trouble. I'll make sure to win today, just for you."

She grins, adjusting her clothes. "Go win the match, Sky. I'll be cheering for you."

Just as we're about to leave the locker room, I pull her into one more kiss, can't able to resist.

"I love you, Trouble." I rest my forehead on hers.

She whispers, "Sky, I love you more. You're my everything."

With a last glance at her, I head out to join my team, feeling more motivated than ever.

The game is intense, but I play with everything I have, driven by the love and support of the incredible woman who's become the centre of my world. Every time I score, I glance at the stands, knowing Zoe is there, cheering me on.

When the last whistle blows, signalling our victory, I feel a rush of joy and satisfaction. We did it. I did it. And I know I couldn't have done it without Zoe.

After the game, I find her waiting for me; her face glowing with pride. I scoop her up into my arms, spinning her around as she laughs.

"We won!" I exclaim, my excitement overflowing.

"I knew you would," she says, kissing me. "You're amazing, Sky."

"No, you're amazing, Trouble," I reply, holding her close. "Thank you for everything."

***

We're back at our penthouse, celebrating the victory in a way that only we can.

I have her bound to the sofa with her soft silk scarves, her wrists tied to the armrests and ankles to the sofa's legs. She's naked, stretched out before me, her eyes half-lidded with anticipation. Ice cubes are inside her pussy, sending shivers through her body and making her writhe against her restraints.

I kneel in front of her, my eyes drinking in every inch of her beautiful body: the tattoo on her waistline is so tempting. I can see the excitement and desire in her eyes, the way she bites her lip in anticipation.

"You look incredible, Trouble," I murmur, running a hand lightly over the black ink, watching her shiver at my touch.

She squirms a little, testing the bonds, but I know she loves the feeling of being at my mercy. "Sky, please," she whispers, her voice filled with longing.

"Patience, Trouble," I tease, picking up the vibrator I saw her using in her apartment—the moment that awakened my deeper sexual feelings for her. I remember that night vividly, how watching her with this little device ignited something deep within me, making me see her as so much more than a friend. Resisting her became completely impossible after that night.

I switch it on, the quiet hum filling the room, and press it lightly against her clit. She gasps, her body jerking against the restraints, her eyes wide with pleasure. "Sky..." she moans, throwing her head back.

The ice cubes inside her melt, the cold water adding to the intense sensations she's feeling. I watch her closely, enjoying the sight of her squirming and gasping, completely at my mercy.

"You look so tempting like this, Trouble. Completely under my control." I whisper, pressing the vibrator harder against her clit.

"When I saw you using this vibrator that night, deep inside, I knew then that I wanted you, needed you. And now, you're mine," I say, my voice husky with possessiveness. "I'm going to make you come so hard, Zoe."

She whimpers, her hips bucking against the vibrator. "Please, Sky. I need you."

I chuckle softly, moving the vibrator in slow, torturous circles. "Not yet, Trouble. I want to savour this."

I slide my other hand down to her pussy, feeling how wet she is, the ice cubes now completely melted. "So wet for me," I murmur, slipping a finger inside her. "Do you like this, Zoe?"

"Yes, Sky," she gasps, her body arching off the sofa. "I love it."

I add another finger, stretching her a little, and press the vibrator harder against her clit. Her moans grow louder, and I know she's close to the edge. "Are you ready to come for me, Trouble?"

"Fuck, Sky," she pants. "Please, let me come."

With a last thrust of my fingers and a firm press of the vibrator, I push her over the edge. She cries out, her body shaking in pleasure as she comes hard, her juices coating my hand. I watch her, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

It gives me another kind of pleasure that only I can see my Trouble like this: exposed and restrained like this.

I turn off the vibrator and remove my fingers, leaning down to kiss her gently. "You did so well, Trouble," I murmur against her lips, pulling down my jeans and boxers.

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at me with a dazed, satisfied smile. "Thank you, Sky."

I untie her ankles and gently massage them before standing up. "Now." I position myself between her legs. "It's time for me to fuck you." I slide inside her in one smooth motion, groaning at how tight and wet she is. "God, you feel amazing."

She screams, her legs wrapping around my waist. "Fuck me, Sky. Make me yours."

I thrust into her hard and fast, my hands gripping her hips as I drive us both toward another climax. I press the vibrator against her clit again, driving her more crazy.

Fuck! This is the best celebration of my victory.

***

Later, when we cuddle in each other's arms on the bed, she murmurs, "Congratulations on the win," her fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

I smile, kissing the top of her head. "Thank you for an unforgettable celebration, Trouble."