Diesel: A Sports Romance

by Lisa Lang Blakeney

  “That’s it, baby,” he encourages me on. “Give me this pussy. It belongs to me.”

  An angsty, winding ache begins to build inside of me. I’m going to come, and when I do it’s going to be powerful. My hips continue to move and my breathing grows more shallow and rapid.

  “It’s hot in here,” I complain. “I’m sweating to death.”

  Mason lifts his head up.

  “I’m going to finger fuck you now.”

  “You’re killing me,” I say almost breathlessly.

  He slides one of his oversized fingers inside of me.

  “Good, that makes two of us.”

  He continues to move his finger in and out of me while at the same time checking my facial expressions the entire time.

  “You look like you want to come right now,” he says in an unrecognizable bass heavy voice.

  “I do,” I pant.

  “But you’ve been bad tonight. You don’t deserve to come.”

  “Mason,” I plead softly.

  Then he slides a second finger inside of me and continues to stroke them inside of me as he places his mouth back on my pussy. I feel full, and freaky, and I begin muttering incomprehensible strings of sentences as he takes a strong suck of my clit.

  Then I start moaning loudly.

  Thrashing my head about.

  It feels that damn good.

  “Shh,” he warns. “Do you want Ben to hear you coming for me?”

  “No.”

  “That’s right. This a private matter between the two of us. So you need to be quiet while I remind you who this pussy belongs to.”

  Oh my God.

  Everything that Mason says gets dirtier by the minute and turns me on by the second.

  His fingers are coated with my desire.

  My fingers are clenching the covers.

  I am panting like I just ran a race.

  I’m going to explode very soon.

  Mason stops eating me out and then pulls his fingers completely out of me.

  “When we make love, Olivia, you’re going to wind and lift your hips like you just did except you’re going to lift them a little higher for me. You understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Lift them now and show me you understand completely.”

  I lift my hips slightly off the bed and he pats me softly in between the legs with the pads of his fingers. It feels nice.

  “Higher,” he demands again.

  Then he slaps me again between my legs. A little harder this time. The vibration of the slap feels surprisingly good, and I moan in pleasure.

  “Higher, Olivia!” he commands with a stern voice.

  The anticipation is driving me crazy, so I raise them really high this time and he whacks my pussy with an open hand and with more force than before. It rocks my entire core, and I scream in pleasure as a sudden gush of wetness falls between the lips of my sex. He follows it with another quick slap and then massages my clit with his thumb and I’m right at the edge of the cliff but not completely over it.

  “Please,” I beg him to end this.

  “Please, what?”

  “I want you inside of me.”

  “I don’t care what you want.”

  “I need you.”

  “Does your pussy ache?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does it ache for me?”

  “Yes!”

  “Good, because I ache for you all of the time. Every fucking day. I want you so badly.”

  “I want you too.”

  He starts to suck on my breasts again.

  “Fuck, I love your tits.”

  Then he slides his hand between my legs again. Slipping one of his thick fingers back inside of me.

  “You are so wet, Olivia.”

  “I know.”

  He continues to stroke inside of me and I can tell that he is slowing things down. Maybe contemplating what to do next. He wants to be careful with me. That’s why I love him.

  “Do you trust me, Olivia?”

  “With my life,” I whisper.

  He slides his tongue inside of my mouth and kisses me ravenously. I can taste the saltiness of my need mixed with a faint hint of vodka on his tongue and it turns me on even further.

  “Now, Mason.”

  I’ve always known that Mason has a huge dick. It’s part of the reason why I’ve been hesitant to have sex with him. I didn’t see how there’d be any way that he would fit inside of me, but lucky for me, the human body has the amazing capacity to stretch.

  He lines up the tip of his dick toward my entrance and begins to slowly push inside of me with great precision. He’s so worried about my comfort, it’s sweet.

  “I’m sorry, baby, does this hurt?”

  “No,” I lie.

  It definitely doesn’t tickle.

  “I want you so much. I’ve been dreaming about this night. About you.”

  “Me too.”

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I squeeze my eyelids as he continues to try to break through my barrier, but once he gets through something changes.

  It starts to feel really good.

  “When you’re ready, baby,” he pants, “Do what I showed you.”

  After a few more strokes inside me, I begin to catch Mason’s rhythm and lift my hips when he thrusts forward. The sensation of when we both meet each other’s strokes almost sucks the air out of me.

  I feel full.

  And wanton.

  And sexy.

  “That’s it, JG,” he groans. “I knew it would feel like this. Damn, I’m so lucky.”

  I’m practically clawing at Mason’s back at this point. The orgasm is building inside of me at a rapid pace because of all of the foreplay beforehand. And the next thing I know it sneaks up on me.

  “Mason!” I scream in orgasmic release. Forgetting that Ben is literally ten steps away from the room.

  “Fuck!” he exclaims in a guttural way. “This pussy is going to kill me.”

  Mason lifts one of my legs over his shoulders and starts to pound me hard from the side and I come again.

  “I think I’m coming again!” I cry.

  Mason’s response is incoherent to me at this point. All I see are fire bursts inside of my head, and all I hear is a faint ringing in my ears.

  I am spent.

  My hair is a sweaty mess.

  My cheeks are flushed.

  My pussy is throbbing in the best way possible.

  The two of us are both lying side by side, coming down off of our orgasmic highs, when he grabs something from under the sheets.

  “I think I killed your panties.”

  I’m not sure when it happened but my lace panties are ripped to shreds and are balled up strips of fabric in his fist.

  “Do you think Ben left before we, uh, finished?” I ask a bit embarrassed by what he possibly heard.

  “That’s what you want to talk about right now?”

  “Do you think he heard me?”

  “I think the entire campus heard you.” Mason laughs. “My girl is a screamer. I love that shit.”

  “Oh my God.”

  Mason cracks up with laughter.

  “So what if he heard? I was giving it to you good, babe. You couldn’t help but be loud.”

  Unbelievable.

  He’s even cocky in bed.

  “Let’s make a bet,” I challenge.

  “What kind of bet?”

  “I’ll bet you that I won’t make a peep during round two or I cook you breakfast.”

  “Round two?” Mason licks his lips. “You sure you want to take that bet? I’m going to give it to you doggy style next.”

  “I’m positive.”

  “Then it’s a bet!”

  22

  Olivia

  Junior year

  I have one of the best seats in the house, but I’m sitting in a huge college stadium in Alabama which means that Mason can’t see me. This stadium is five times bigger than ours, thanks to the
generous donations of their boosters, but that doesn’t make them a better football team. My guy is kicking ass and the Pythons are giving Alabama a run for their money this fine Saturday morning.

  The only good thing to come out of Scott tearing his ligaments last year is that the backup quarterback, Graham Beckton, stepped up in a major way and has been feeding Mason the ball every single game. Their chemistry is phenomenal and has put our team in the position to be a serious contender for the national championship.

  The halftime show starts when someone fills the two empty seats in front of me. I’m surprised to see that it’s Mason’s uncle and another man with him. He doesn’t notice me at first, and before I can say hello, I overhear a bit of their conversation.

  “Since we have a personal relationship, John, I have no problem sharing with you that Mason has been getting a few interest offers in the last few weeks. You and I both know that he belongs on a major stage like Seattle or Dallas. I’m hoping that Arizona has an equally enticing offer.”

  “So he’s definitely entering the draft? I heard that his parents want him to earn his degree.”

  “Trust me, my brother wants Mason playing in the league by summer. He can finish college later.”

  “He looks great today. Let me go back and talk to my front office and see what we can work out. I’ve got to go catch a plane, so I need to leave now.”

  “Cool, we’ll talk later.”

  After the scout leaves, I address Quincy. He’s totally out of line holding that meeting. Mason’s told me stories about how he operates.

  “Hi, Quincy.”

  “Oh, hi Olivia. I didn’t see you there.”

  “I see that.”

  “You’re looking kind of good these days.”

  “Was that supposed to be some sort of a compliment?”

  “Of course it was. You were a little tomboyish back in the day, I’m just saying it’s nice to see you embracing your feminine side. The curly hair is a nice touch.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Thanks.”

  “Diesel’s doing good I see.”

  “Yep, he caught two touchdowns already.”

  “Sweet.”

  “So, Quincy, does Mason know you’re here?”

  “Nah, I didn’t get a chance to call him before I landed. This is a pop-up visit.”

  “To meet with a scout.”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “I know you are his family, and I don’t mean any disrespect, but I don’t think you have the authority to arrange interest deals for Mason.”

  “I can’t have my nephew going into the draft without some assurances. There’s nothing worse than when the television camera pans on a player who is waiting to get drafted and he never gets picked. It’s embarrassing.”

  “But who says that Mason is entering the draft?”

  “I say so.”

  “You?”

  “He should have done it a long time ago, but he was too busy looking out for everyone else but himself.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “I know you’re not as naïve as you pretend to be. You are the only reason why my nephew is still in Georgia, playing on the small stage, for a two-bit university.”

  “You wanted him to go pro his freshman year. It was too soon. Football is full of grown men who are itching to hurt receivers. It was in his best interest to wait a while.”

  “Listen to yourself. You think that you know what’s best for Mason. You think you know better than his own family? You don’t, little girl.”

  “I didn’t know you were so strongly against our relationship.”

  ”I just wish my nephew could make decisions based on what he wants and not what you need.”

  That hurts.

  “Are you saying that he isn’t his own man?”

  “I’m saying that he’s so worried about what you are going to say and how you’re going to feel that he puts his entire life on hold, so that he can support your fragile ego.”

  Now that stings.

  “Why are you talking to me like this, Quincy? Where is this hate coming from?”

  “Don’t misunderstand my frankness. I don’t hate you. I just think it’s time that someone tell you the real deal. You’re a nice girl, Olivia, and you should be with a nice boy from Bear Springs who wants to get a job, get married, and go to ball games every season. But Mason is destined for more, and he hasn’t quite tapped into his full potential yet.

  “We missed out on a lot of money these last two years because he refused to enter the draft, but I won’t sit back anymore and just let him make these bad career decisions for some tail.”

  “I didn’t put a gun to Mason’s head. If he didn’t enter the draft it was his own decision. You’re giving me way too much credit.”

  “This isn’t just about the draft. He was making dumb decisions over you even earlier than that. You do realize that he could have gone to a dozen better colleges than Union, right? He got offers from Stanford and Michigan just to name a few.”

  I didn’t really know that. Mason acted like Union gave him the best offer because he was a hometown kid. Maybe that was all a lie?

  “He picked Union because the tuition is free for kids of full-time staff. He didn’t want to carry heavy student loan debt.”

  Quincy scoffs.

  “You really don’t get it, do you? Mason had a ton of free ride offers. He wouldn’t have paid for school no matter where he went. He went to Union because it’s the only school that you could get into.”

  My heart feels like it’s shattering into tiny pieces and stabbing me in my throat. I don’t want to listen to what Mason’s uncle is saying, but I believe every painful word.

  I am a liability.

  “You want my advice? If you really love that boy like you think you do, you’d break up with him now and save him the trouble of breaking your heart later. Like they say, if it’s meant to be it will be.”

  23

  Mason

  I’ve run my drills for a third time, before I check my cell phone again. I’m waiting for a text or call back from Olivia but there’s nothing. As one of the football program’s new publicity interns, I expected to see her more, but it’s quite the opposite.

  I never see her.

  If I didn’t know better, I’d think that she was avoiding me, but I do know better and Olivia would never do that. She’s a straight shooter. A tough cookie. She would tell me if there’s something wrong. Our relationship promise to each other has always been a hundred percent honesty or bust.

  I cut out of practice fifteen minutes early to go look for her. She’s not in her dorm, class, the cafeteria, or on the yard, so I try The End Zone. I spot one of her old suitemates, Kira in the french fry line.

  “Hey, Kira.”

  “Hi, Diesel.”

  “I’m looking for Olivia. Have you seen her?”

  “I thought she was with you.”

  “Can you text her for me? I think my phone is acting up.”

  Olivia texts Kira back in seconds.

  “She’s on the rooftop.”

  “Thanks.”

  What the hell.

  Why is she avoiding me?

  I find Olivia quickly, because she is the only numbskull staring into space on the rooftop in forty degree weather. I decide to sneak up on her and grab her around the waist.

  “Gotcha!”

  “You’re an idiot.”

  “Tell the truth, I scared you.”

  “Not even a little bit.”

  “What are you doing up here? Thinking about jumping?”

  “Thinking about life.”

  “What’s going on? Is that nasty roommate of yours bothering you?”

  “No, I dealt with her.”

  “Is the internship okay?”

  “It’s fine.”

  “Because you are dating one of the most popular players on the team. I think I have a little influence around here.”

  “I’m sure you do but
that won’t be necessary.”

  Olivia kisses me on the cheek.

  “You are always taking care of me.”

  “That’s my job.”

  She slides her arms around my waist and nestles herself in my embrace. I missed this. I miss her.

  “It’s not your job though. I’m not that same little eleven-year-old girl that needed a friend.”

  “What are talking about, JG?”

  “I just want to be sure that you’re happy.”

  “Of course I’m happy. I’d be even happier if you take me to the grill and buy me some wings. I want two orders of hot and honey barbeque. I just got out of practice. I’m starving.”

  “No, you’re greedy.”

  She lifts her chin and I plant my lips firmly on her mouth. Sliding my tongue inside and claiming my kiss as if no one around us matters.

  “We could skip the wings and go straight to my room if you want,” I say. My voice rich with lusty need. I haven’t touched Olivia in over a week which is like a year to me.

  “I have a ton of work to do.”

  “You can do your work at my place. I’ll help you after we play.”

  “That’s probably not a good idea. I’ll never get anything done.”

  “So you don’t want to come over?”

  “Not tonight.”

  “So what was the point of me getting a single room this year if you’re never in it?”

  This is fucking frustrating. I feel like she is miles away when she’s standing right in front of me.

  “I thought you wanted to live by yourself.”

  “Yeah—to be able to freely fuck my girl.”

  “So your single room was about me?”

  “Yes and no. Why? What’s going on, JG? You’re acting extra weird.”

  “I was thinking about the Alabama game.”

  “Yeah, and?”

  “I think you’re ready to go pro. You looked like a professional out there. You were fast, accurate, athletic. You’re ready. You should enter the draft.”

  I look at Olivia like she has three heads. This is a total departure from what she’s been saying to me for years, and I’m not sure where it’s coming from.