I’ve wanted this every second since the first night I met her. Now that I know more about her, how she’s the one forged from iron will, I want her even more. It might make me a twisted fucker, but I even liked taking her kid out for ice cream. The more I know about her, the more I want to bite her neck and claim her as my own.
The thought is confusing to me. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Each time I’m with a woman, I struggle to overcome the niggling anxiety that I’ll get her pregnant. It’s only a passing flicker of concern for me with Lucy. All I can focus on is making her feel good.
I take my time peeling off Lucy’s clothes even as her hands are needy, trying to rip my sweats off. She palms my stomach, skirting around my cock. “You checking me for that bloat you predicted?” I wink at her and she groans. Lucy is wild for me, and that turns me on so much I feel like a savage animal.
“Hawk,” she moans beneath me. “Please.”
I lightly press into her sternum with the heel of my hand so she leans back and I hover over her, savoring the view of her flushed face and gorgeous tits, which are full and soft and so silky I could drown in them. Instead, I lick them. Every inch of both breasts, and Lucy likes it. Oh, she likes it. “Hawk, my God, your tongue,” she chokes out as I swirl it around the tip of one nipple, now cherry-red from the attention I’ve been giving it.
Her stomach skin is practically white, in stark contrast to the tan arms I’ve been staring at on the field each day. I bite down on her nipple and Lucy moans and writhes as I hold her hips still with one of my hands. While she’s screaming and rolling her pelvis, I lean back and strip out of my sweats so that I’m naked when I nestle back between her thighs.
Lucy’s hands are flailing, in my hair, scratching along my shoulders. I have a strong urge to tie her up, but she’s begging me to take her now, so I’ll have to save that move for another day. My dick is standing straight up against my stomach, so hard for her. I reach down and give it a tug and her eyes follow the motion of my hand. She must like what she sees, because she shoots out her little pink tongue and licks her lips, watching me tug myself. “You ready for this, Lucy?” She nods her head. “I can’t hear you, baby. What is it you want?”
She beckons for me to come closer, crooking an index finger at me as she grins. When I stretch back up her body, near her face, she whispers with an emphasized Pittsburgh accent. “I want your cock, Hawk.”
I laugh, loving the way she says my name. “I’m not ready to fuck you just yet, Lucy. Not yet.” I rock back on my heels, grinning at her. She reaches for me and I shake my head. “No,” I say. “I need to taste you first. Make sure you’re ready for me.”
I’m a big guy with proportional parts. I know she seems wet and willing for me, but I have to be certain. If I only get one shot at this, I want it to feel so good we both see stars. I wrap a hand around Lucy’s calf, stroking her leg with my thumb as I position her foot over my shoulder.
“Oh, God, Hawk. I wasn’t expecting you to—shit! Fuck! Yes!” Lucy wriggles beneath me as I slide a finger inside her. She’s so wet, so tight, pulsing around me. I quickly grab her other foot and toss it over my shoulder before I bend down and worship at the altar of her pussy. I part her curls with my fingers and slide my tongue along her slit.
I lap at her, tasting the salty tang of her arousal until she feels like a spring about to burst. I love the sound of my name on her lips, for once not in anger or ordering me around on the field. Instead, she’s murmuring in ecstasy as I lick and tease her. Already, I can tell when she’s getting close and because I’m a cocky prick, I back off right before she comes, rubbing along her thighs instead before going back. I could edge her all day, but eventually she digs both her hands into my hair and pulls my head up so I’m looking at her face.
“Hawk Moyer. If you don’t make me come I’m going to kick you in the ears.”
I grin and laugh. “As you wish,” I say, before diving in for one final lick. I give her clit a pinch and slide two fingers inside her as Lucy detonates. She falls to pieces on my bed and her legs fall limp from my shoulders. I feel her clamping down around my fingers and I hold them inside her until the waves subside. Until she’s calm and sated but still hungry for my cock.
I reach over her into the night stand and grab a condom, making sure to check the expiration date on the wrapper before I rip it open and roll it on. “You’re very fastidious about that process,” Lucy murmurs, one of her hands lazily rubbing her own nipple.
I nod. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to initiate any unexpected babies,” I say, shrugging. Fully sheathed, I crawl back up her body, nipping at her skin as I go. Without another word, I notch myself at her entrance and look into her eyes as I slide inside her. Lucy’s pupils explode as I sink home. Fuck, she feels good. I take a minute to savor the feeling of being inside a woman again. Of being inside this particular woman.
But then Lucy starts topping me from the bottom, moving her hips and digging her heels into the mattress so she can thrust up and grind herself against my pelvis. “It’s like that, is it?” She doesn’t even answer me, just closes her eyes and nods as she fucks herself on my cock. I pull out and she groans until I flip her over on her stomach and pat her ass.
“Shoulders on the bed, ass up, honey.” She doesn’t respond quickly enough so I lever an arm beneath her and haul her ass high. I run my palms over her skin, squeezing and kneading while I realign myself. This time, when I sink inside her, she keens like an animal. “Yeah, it’s deep this way.” I grunt as I thrust inside her. “You feel really fucking good, Lucy.”
“Mmm, I’m dying,” she moans. I pick up the pace. Lucy starts snapping her hips back to meet mine and the sound of our bodies slapping together echoes through my barely-furnished bedroom. I give her ass a smack and she yelps, then starts moaning as I keep my palm there, rubbing her while I continue to drill into her from behind.
“God, this is amazing,” I growl, overcome by the sensations. Lucy feels so fucking perfect wrapped around me, so wet and hot and god, she’s so into this. It’s amazing watching her move, hearing her moans. It’s not long before I feel a buzzing through my body and I know I’m close. I need her to come again before I lose it. I need to see if I can get her there another time. I start to ask her what she needs, and then I remember she told me she needed to not make any decisions right now. “Lucy, come for me,” I hiss. I curl my body over her back while I thrust, feeling all that smooth skin along my front.
Lucy moans and squeezes me with her inner muscles. She tries to move her hand between her legs, to touch herself, so I beat her to the punch. I slide a hand around her waist, rubbing my thumb knuckle against her clit. Then, Lucy grabs my hand and sets the pace as I rub her in tight, quick circles. “Holy shit,” I whisper, so turned on by her right now.
I feel her come before I hear her scream. “Hawk! God, yes. Yes. Oh, oh oooooh.” And then I don’t hear anything else because I let out a roar and blast into the condom, over and over, pulsing inside her as she collapses onto the bed.
I pull out and fall down next to her, arm draped over her warm body, and we’re both still, breathing heavy, staring into each other’s eyes. I should say something, tell her how profound that was, how I feel so connected to her right now.
But she looks away, and I feel her withdrawing from me, from the intense experience we just shared. She slithers out of my arms, gathering her hair up and looking around for her clothes. “This was a mistake. It’s not…we can’t do this, Hawk.”
And just like that, our amazing afternoon feels hollow.
I feel really exposed all of a sudden, and I sit up and reach for a pillow, tucking it over my crotch as I watch her yank on her clothes. “Why the hell not? Plenty of people work together and manage to have relationships.”
“Ha.” She picks up my pants and throws them aside as she looks for her panties. “Hawk, you were there in your kitchen while I told you about the nightmare that is my personal life. I don’t have space for a relationship. I just wanted…” She drifts off and sighs.
“You just wanted to get fucked,” I spit out. “You were very clear about that, Lucy.” I press my lips together. “Maybe you should find someone else the next time you feel that urge.”
She stands with her hands on her hips. “I’m sorry, Hawk. I can’t do this. I’ll see you at work.”
She walks stiffly out of my apartment and I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling, taking stock of my situation.
Pros: I reached a salary goal, I play professional soccer, and I live two hours from my mom. Cons: My head is fucked, I’ve got a whole secret family I’m not ready to deal with and … I caught feelings for a woman who only wants me for my cock.
I should call Josh or Reggie and open up to them. They’ve been pushing me to be real with them, to build that off field connection so we can strengthen our mojo on the field. But what am I supposed to do, call them and say I had a banging booty call and am sad she left me naked with my dick in my hand?
I can’t really call my mom about this. It’s not like I can call my brothers…fuck. I have brothers. I have three fucking brothers. “Fuck!” I shout and throw a pillow across the room. I sit up and drag my hands down my cheeks. I peel off the soggy condom. It lands in the trash with a plop and I stare at it, feeling exactly like it looks.