Personal Foul

by Britney Bell

  My body relaxes back into the couch. I’m completely open, giving myself to her. All hers to take. “Do your worst, Ms. Little.”

  “Oh, I’ll do my best at that.”

  Those hands of hers are sinful and will be the death of me. She begins with one hand firmly wrapping around my base, stroking me up to the tip then slowly back down. Several slower strokes like this and my skin is already warming up. Then she adds the second hand. With open palms, she only rubs the sides of my cock, up, down, up and down. One hand moves to my balls again as the other fully grabs me to continue the slow pumping motion. I’m so close, my balls are so tight in her hands. She rubs and pulls them gently. Oh God! My skin is prickling with the need to climax. I relax even farther into the couch, but Avery uses the now open access under my balls to glide a finger down and circles my ass hole. What the fuck! The feeling is foreign, still it fucking feels fantastic. It’s doing something strange, sending a sensation straight to the tip of my cock. “Fuck, Avery!” She’s relentless, stays on course, repeating what she is doing to drive me wild. That’s it. My undoing. I shoot my load all over her chest, dripping off her breast. What a fucking gorgeous sight!

  She doesn’t move from me as she reaches back to the coffee table to grab a glass. “Drink up, Mr. Elliott.”

  “Happily.” I take the glass and drink like a greedy bastard. While my face is hidden behind the glass, I focus in on watching her celebrating her winnings, then I suddenly press the vibrating app and make the game fair.

  “Uggg!” she screams as she bows her head, moving like she’s trying to run from the onslaught of my torture, but she can’t. Tapping the phone to make vibrating hits to her pussy seems to be working. I change to press and hold again and my finger circles around some more. Then I move back to the tapping, repeat to press and hold circles, working her pussy over, making it so sensitive that she will not have a choice but to give in. She’s writhing, in search of trying to control her own body. Three more sessions of tapping, holding the circles on the app, and she’s about to let her body succumb. As her breathing becomes a pant, she opens her mouth to scream something, yet her words are stolen as her orgasm slams into her, but I don’t let up on the vibrator’s controls. I want her to have it all.

  Fuck! Watching her come apart is the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. Her muscles are tense, her full body is contracting wildly. My eyes roam down her body to see that she is fucking squirting onto the towel underneath her. Holy fucking shit! Hottest. Thing. Ever.

  Finally, I release the control, throw the phone and slide off the couch to meet her on the floor. I take her face in my hands and kiss her with so much passion, trying to convey to her that she literally just stole my heart. No woman has ever fully given me trust and control enough to bring them to that point of climax. This woman in my arms is simply fucking amazing and is now my whole world.

  “You are my undoing. With you, I wake lonely each night and wish you were there. With you, I want date four, five and a whole lot more. With you, I want you standing by my side at all those taxing events and make them fun. Avery Little, I’m better with you. The next time we play Never Have I Ever, I want to drink after you say, ‘Never have I ever dated someone for more than a year.’ I want that someone to be you.” My eyes search hers, hoping that she wants to take this journey with me.

  Avery goes limp in my arms, and I cradle her, pushing her wavy brown hair away from her face, holding her close with her in my lap. Her bright blue eyes look up to meet mine and a smile forms on those beautiful just kissed lips. “Drew.” She raises a hand to cup my cheek. “I want to do that with you too. I want to be there standing by your side, holding your hand. You make me better too. You make me see the good in people and have shown me that not every cocky asshole is all bad.” She winks at me and closes her eyes with a satisfied soft smile, and I lean into her and kiss each one of her eyelids.

  “Alright, Avery. Let’s do this. It’s you, me and Pepper.”

  “You, me and Pepper,” she repeats, and I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bath.

  Epilogue

  Avery

  Drew asked Pepper and me to move in with him just over a month ago. He travels a lot, since the season is in full swing, and Pepper is an emotional rollercoaster mess. When it’s bedtime and Drew isn’t home, that cat mopes around like he’s lost his best friend. Drew is completely to blame for this. He spoils Pepper and those two are inseparable. No matter what room of the house Drew is in, you are sure to find the feline there as well. I had to put my foot down because peep shows are not permitted, so Pepper is not allowed in our bedroom when the door is closed. Nonetheless, he’s sitting right outside the door when it opens back up.

  Two months into this relationship and the sight of little white slips of paper left on the kitchen counter still makes my heart skip.

  Good morning beautiful,

  I’ve left you hot coffee in the pot, and the peppermint creamer you love is in the fridge. I wish I could be there with you this morning, but I’ll see you at the stadium after the game. Your ticket and entry pass are lying on our bed.

  Have a blast with the ladies in the family box seats! I’ll see you soon.

  Don’t work too hard and have a great day.

  Love you,

  Mr. E

  The day flies by, rushing to fit in all the shopping for my clients and to finish up early.

  I’m excited for the game tonight. It’s sure to be a blast as Jordan, Harper and Lily, will join me in the stadium seats in the luxury box on the balcony. Lily is Zane’s girlfriend and I’m glad she could make it. He is one of the defensive ends on the team and they hang out at Mickey’s every now and then.

  “Hey, Avery.” The three of them greet me with hugs like we’ve known each other forever.

  “Hey, y’all. Where have you been, you almost missed kickoff.”

  Lily fills me in, “Yeah, we were at Mickey’s, trying to get Peyton to come with us. The bar was dead, but she said she still couldn’t come, that she had to work.” She and Peyton have been friends a while and if anyone could talk her in to coming it would be Lily. She works a lot in a family business, just like Peyton.

  “Damn, that girl works too much. Since the bar is busiest on home game days, she has only been to a few games this season. At least we’ll get to see her afterward. Let’s hope they win, so it’s a happy drink versus a wallowing woes drink.”

  “Ha-ha, for sure. Only winning, happy thoughts tonight,” Jordan says, lifting our spirits.

  The opening kickoff is caught in the end zone and is ran out to be tackled at the ten-yard line. Loud cheers are heard all around us for the great stop by our special teams’ players, and we join in. “Let’s go, Tornados!” we all yell in unison.

  Three hours of the constant emotional highs and lows, and the Texas Tornados finally pull out the win. It was a close one, but my man caught an amazing one-handed catch to score the winning goal.

  Strong arms wrap around my waist from behind and pull me close against a hard chest. “You look adorable wearing my number,” Drew whispers in my ear as his warm lips caress my neck.

  I turn in his arms and reach up to hug him. “You were amazing out there. I can’t believe you caught that deep throw with one hand and then ran it fifty more yards for the touchdown. Oh my God, that was wonderful.” I bounce on my toes, and he makes me stop by pulling me close to him. He quickly turns my excitement into heated desire with a passionate kiss, not giving a damn who is standing around watching.

  Hand in hand he escorts me to Mickey’s to celebrate with our friends. It’s hard to believe that several months ago I was walking into this same building with this very man, yet my impression of him was totally different. Boy, did he prove me wrong. He’s nothing like the self-absorbed prick that I thought of him as. He is the kindest, giving and loving man that I have ever known. We both had walls of fear constructed so high to protect our hearts from being hurt. Once we shattered those, our relat
ionship flowed naturally, and I couldn’t be happier.

  As we walk into Mickey’s, I glance to see if I can find Peyton behind the bar to say hi. Of course, Reed is sitting on ‘his’ stool with her serving him a drink. If I didn’t know that he was a professional football player, I would deem him as a bar regular, like one of those guys on that show Cheers.

  Drew kisses me on the forehead and asks Peyton for a beer, then he and Reed leave us to chat while they join the other players that showed up.

  “What’s up with that?” I ask, nodding in the direction that Reed walks off to.

  “What’s, what?” Peyton frays confusion.

  “Oh, come on. Everyone can see that there is something between you too.”

  “Na, we’re just friends. That’s all.”

  “There’s more to it than that, you can’t deny it.”

  “Well, that’s all it’s gonna stay. My dad has a strict policy about no dipping your hand in the cookie jar.” She must see the questionable look on my face because she follows up with, “No fraternizing with the customers.”

  “I’m sorry, Peyton.”

  She shrugs it off with a tilt of her head to her shoulder. “That’s life,” is her only response as she grabs her serving tray full of drinks and walks away towards the guys.

  Two months ago, I would probably have told Peyton that men aren’t worth the trouble, who needs to be bossed around all the time. Now, though, Drew has shown me that not all men are dictators, and my heart feels for her, wishing she could find the happiness that Drew and I and these other great couples have. Everyone deserves to love and be loved.

  The End

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  About Britney Bell

  I’m a Texas girl... Yes, I can ride horses, but I prefer fast cars. Yet, I prefer country music to hard rock.

  Raising two boys, life can get really manly with all that testosterone floating around. The spare time I do get between ball games and outdoor activities, I absolutely love the mental escape that reading romance brings, even if it’s in small increments. During the other ounce of my spare time, I write about what’s in my head as I’m sitting through all those sports events.

  My passion is to bring you that escape. The one where you get lost so deeply in the story that you lose all sense of time and actually do get to have a mental break.

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