Placing a kiss behind my girl’s ear, I whisper to her before pulling away. “Look at my dick, Bria. Look how hard you make me. I can’t wait to sink into your hot, wet heat and stay there for hours.” My cock is teasing her entrance and she writhes her hips, trying to get me inside her. “I’m going to fuck you now, long and hard, until I’ve had my fill of you, and I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough.”
Her eyes are alight with desire, but a lazy, sated smile pulls at her lips. “You’re forward both on and off the field, huh.”
“I didn’t choose the position for nothin’.” I wink and push into her. “Oh, fuck.” I moan as her tight little cunt hugs me, pulling me in deeper.
She whimpers and lifts her hips, giving me access to sink all the way in. We both sigh in contentment when our pelvises meet and I’m inside her to the hilt. I start slow, moving at an unhurried pace, ensuring she feels every inch of me. Her moans of pleasure transition to frustration and I realize she’s not going to get off this way.
I pick up the speed, slamming into her until my balls clap against her ass and her cries are loud enough to wake the neighbors. I might break her bed, but I don’t give a damn. I’ll buy her a new one.
I take my left hand and find her clit, rubbing circles on the tight little bud. She shakes her head and I assume the pleasure is overwhelming her, but she stops me. I slow down to give her a minute, but I’m shocked by what she says next.
“Use your right hand.” She blushes and now I need to know what’s going on in her pretty little head. “I like to see your tattooed arm getting me off. It turns me on.”
I smirk and do as she says.
As she promised, a rush of wetness crashes down onto my cock once I pick up the pace. Her eyes are pinned to where we’re connected and I can’t tell if she likes watching me fuck her or if she’s staring at my ink. I’d guess it’s a combination of both. Her legs begin to shake and she thrashes beneath me. Her tiny fists strangle the sheets and she calls out as her orgasm moves through her. Her pussy pulsates around my cock and it’s enough to have me coming. I pull out and rub my dick until I come all over her tight little stomach.
Seeing my cum on her abs and my cock glistening with her arousal has me prepared for round two, but I’ll give her a minute to adjust. I spot a towel on the floor and grab it, cleaning her up before using it for myself.
“That’s Morgan’s towel,” she tells me after the fact.
Oh well.
I join her on the bed, pulling her back into my chest to try and squeeze us both onto this tiny mattress. Next time we’re having sex at my place.
I know I can’t stay long with the risk of the team coming home and someone catching us, but I want to stay here a minute with her. I had a great day today. Everything has fallen into place and she’s the one person I want to end my night with.
I brush her blonde hair out of her face and her eyes are heavy with sleep. I press a kiss to her temple and push out of the bed, needing to go and allow her to rest. Still, I relish in the moment, taking it in and memorizing every detail about how she looks in this moment.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Because you look beautiful with a post-sex glow.” Her cheeks redden which only makes her look more adorable.
I sit on the edge of her bed to get dressed after I grab my clothes. Maybe it’s the post-orgasm haze I’m living in, but the words spill from my mouth before I can register or stop them.
“I met him, my son. I didn’t know if I even wanted kids but now since I met him and held him, I can’t imagine my life without him. He’s incredible. I want you to meet him. Not anytime soon or anything, but when you’re ready. When we’re all ready.”
She sits up and her jaw falls slack and her eyes turn shiny. It kills me that the blue orbs I love are filled with pain and I’m the one who put it there. She tugs her blankets up around her to hide her body from me.
“I didn’t mean to scare you or pressure you,” I tell her. “I wanted to be honest with you. This, everything with you today has been perfect and I wanted to share everything with you.”
“Is that why you waited until we had sex to tell me about it? Because you wanted to be honest with me? God, what the hell is wrong with you? You rush over here like a bat out of hell to rub your child in my face?”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I thought you remembered or thought about it or—”
“Trust me, I’ve thought about it plenty. What happened here tonight should’ve been about us, but you couldn’t wait to ruin it and make it all about you. You’re thinking of your kid right now?” She shudders, and her face falls in devastation. “Tatum, I need you to hear me when I say this. I’m not ready to be anyone’s mom. I’m not willing to give up my dreams for you or anyone else. You said today changed everything for you? You’re damn right. How am I supposed to fit into the equation? You’re going back to the Elite, traveling all over while I get left behind. When you come home, it’s not going to be for me. It’s going to be for your child. I’m already batting in third place against your career and your son.”
She shakes her head and a tear falls over her cheek. She swipes it away and glares at me. “I wanted, for one night, to forget all of it, to not think about it and pretend things were going to work out and be easy. I wanted you for a night, for it to be you and me. For it to be simple. But you had to ruin it. Please, leave.”
“Bria, don’t do this.”
“I’m not…” She sighs and rubs at her temples. “I’m not doing anything, Tatum. You already did it and now I need time to think.”
With a nod, I leave and she makes a point to close her bedroom door behind me the minute my feet are over the threshold. I pull my shirt over my head as I jog down the steps to the front door.
“This is the second time I’ve caught you two together.” I spin around with my hand still on the doorknob at the voice full of malice coming from behind me.
“What are you talking about?”
Her grin is cocky and makes my blood run cold.
“You’re a lot of things Tatum Trevino, but dumb isn’t one of them. Let’s see, you’re the star forward of the LA Elite. You’re an only child. Speaking of kids, you just found out you have one. You’re a rapist and also a predator, preying on the players you’re supposed to be coaching. Did I about sum it up?”
What. The. Fuck.
I remain stoic, refusing to give her any indication that anything she says is true. Where the fuck did she hear all of that?
“Don’t give me that look. I have an inside source. Now, here’s the thing. A few things need to happen for me to forget about all of this. As in, to not go to the media and Paxton and whoever the fuck else will listen. First of all, you need to stay the fuck away from Bria. Dump her, ghost her, I don’t really care, but make sure she knows it’s over. Second, you’re not going to tell her about this conversation. If she finds out, and I’ll know if she does, I talk.”
I glance up the steps. Now would be the time for Bria to open the door, to come down and overhear this insane conversation. But, as proven a few minutes ago my luck from today has worn out.