Bad Play

by Kristen Flowers

  “I can tell,” Mira finally broke the silence.

  “You can tell what?”

  “How much you really love her.”

  I nodded, “She fucked up my life.” I felt Mira’s hands freeze again, if only for a brief moment. She continued working, but I could feel she had tensed up. I had to clarify. “She fucked up my life because now that she’s in it, I know how fucked I'd be without her.”

  It was one of the most honest, even vulnerable, things I had ever said to another person. Mira’s hands stopped moving so I opened my eyes and turned to look at her. When I did, I saw her staring down at me. Her eyes were glinting with tears.

  The second my eyes met hers she quickly looked away.

  I sat up. I was sure I saw tears and she was trying to hide them. That was the last thing I was expecting. Not five minutes ago she was taking her anger out on my back and now she was crying. Sure, bringing up Molly had definitely eased things, but this was a drastic shift in mood.

  “Why are you crying?”

  Mira turned away but I could see her ear was red and her cheek was glistening slightly from the tears.

  “I’m not,” she mumbled.

  I gave her a doubtful look, “That’s bullshit.” I paused for second and waited for her to say something, maybe even look at me, but had no such luck. “I know what you look like when you’re trying to hold back tears. I’ve seen it a thousand times.”

  Mira shot me a look. I could tell she was trying to work out what I had just said and call on memories that were probably buried pretty deep.

  “It's not like I haven't been responsible for making your eyes well up more than once,” I told her. I had tormented her in her youth so much I’d recognize that face like the back of my hand. I was a bit ashamed of that fact. There was no doubt about it—I was too harsh on her growing up. I knew I did it all as fun and games, but it was inconsiderate; she never particularly cared for my way of joking around.

  Mira was now looking at me in shocked surprise. She probably couldn’t believe that I remembered treating her so badly in the past. I think what got her the most was that she couldn’t believe I noticed she was about to cry. The two of us stayed silent for a minute or two. We didn’t stop looking at each other. I saw another tear drop from at the corner of her eye, but the emotion running across her face was different now.

  “I—I don’t know,” she said softly.

  I turned to my side and looked at her. I knew she wasn’t telling me whatever was on her mind; maybe she was embarrassed to be honest with me. Maybe she thought we needed to keep things strictly professional. But looking at her big, amber eyes and her wild curls made me think maybe I didn’t want to keep things so strict. It was so unlike me, but Mira brought out a different side of me. It was a side of me that even I wasn’t familiar with.

  "Come on, you can tell me.”

  “That was just really sweet, what you told me about your daughter. I bet you're a great dad, Axel.”

  I felt my chest swell with pride, gratitude, and something else. It was something I hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever. I scooted to the edge of the table to be closer to her. She looked at me uneasily, but didn’t back away. I stared into her eyes. There was a charge between us. This was more than physical attraction; this was a connection. My concern about being a good father faded away. If someone like Mira thought that based only off of how I talked about Molly, there must be a kernel of truth to it.

  I leaned forward slowly, not breaking eye contact even to blink, and watched her reaction carefully. I could almost hear her heart pounding rapidly inside her chest, but she didn’t step away from me. Her gaze timidly flicked between me and the ground.

  I took my chance and leaned in all the way, pressing my lips gently to hers. She froze for a second, but little by little she pressed into me. I held onto her arm and kissed her fully, feeling the tension in her body dissipate with every second that passed.

  I knew in my head that kissing her should feel wrong, but it didn’t.

  It felt long overdue.

  I felt like my mind was short-circuiting. Axel Montgomery was really kissing me.

  My heart was racing and the pulse inside my ear sounded like fireworks. My eyes were closed and I could almost see explosions in the darkness every time his lips moved with mine. It was exactly like my fantasies so many years ago. It felt like my whole life had led me to this point—the countless hours of watching his shirtless figure play football in the back yard, leaving my old job and starting my own practice, the sheer luck of landing him as a client. It felt like destiny landing over me in the form of his kisses.

  I doubted my love-struck teenaged self could have even imagined a moment like this one. I breathed in, taking in the scent of his body and the massage oil. My body trembled and I felt my cheeks grow hot. I quickly held onto his arms to avoid falling; the oil on his skin made him slick to the touch and I melted even further into his kiss. He ran his tongue along my lower lip. I opened my mouth, enjoying the way his tongue slipped sensually over mine.

  His hands roamed down and I inhaled deep, tasting his kisses, and leaning into him more for support than anything else. A million thoughts and memories sped through my mind faster than a bullet train. I ran my hands up his muscular arms to rest them on his broad shoulders. I reveled in the scratch of his beard against my soft skin as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arm around my lower back and pulling me closer.

  We finally pulled back from to take in air, but I felt it catch in my throat when he looked into my eyes, his deep blue gaze was gorgeous and penetrating as ever. I ran my hand slowly up his neck until I was running my fingers through his beard. I leaned in to kiss him again.

  I couldn’t get enough of him. It was a literal dream come true and I didn’t want to wake up from the dream, not even a second sooner than I absolutely had to. His hands landed on my hips and he pulled me closer until my legs bumped against the edge of the massage table. I looked at his chiseled features with want before his lips landed against me with force. His hand slipped under my shirt and trailed up my back until he was fumbling with the clasp of my bra.

  My breath stuttered. The surrealism of the situation washed over me with his hands. I felt like I was floating on clouds. As soon as my bra popped open, he broke the kiss to look at me with a mix of affection and unmistakable desire. I felt knots coil hot down in the pit of my stomach. It was all sudden and unexpected but so, so very welcome. I had never felt anything like this before.

  He kissed me hard and passionately, fingers toying with the straps of my bra. It was sensual and slow. He wasn’t rushing to have his way with me bent over the massage table, the way most people probably imagined he would do things. Hell, I would have assumed he would be just as aggressive sexually as he was on the field, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the kisses and his hands exploring every inch of my skin, slowly but surely.

  He ran his hands back down and swiped his thumbs over my lower abdomen before grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it up. Even then he didn’t stop kissing me; even when he pushed the shirt over my breasts his lips stayed firmly locked onto mine.

  He placed his hands flat on my bare back and pulled me closer until my breasts, just barely covered with my loosened bra, were pressed up against his chest. I went still as he pulled back a mere centimeter, his hot breath heavy on my lips. He looked at me with a tiny smile playing at the corner of his lips. I knew he was searching my eyes to make sure I was okay with everything so I reassured him by making a little ‘mmm’ sound and pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and kissed my cheek, my chin, and then the little dip between my collarbones before pulling back enough to finally yank the shirt off my body. A light shiver raced up my back from the sudden nakedness.

  He swiped his tongue along the line of my cleavage sending another shiver down my spine. Then he pulled off my bra and let it drop to the floor where my shirt was in a heap. I could feel my cheeks burning a brigh
t red and my chest felt almost uncomfortably warm and flushed. Every nerve in my body was buzzing and electric as I stood in front of him naked and exposed. He leaned in and pressed his lips to one of my collarbones before licking and kissing straight down, stopping just before he reached my budding nipple. He glanced up at me with a devilish grin. I sighed, letting my head drop back when his warm mouth closed around the tip of my breast. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes, enjoying the way his tongue felt swirling around my peaked nub.

  “Axel,” I mouthed silently.

  His beard brushed over my skin as he moved to my other nipple. I felt his fingers roll over my other breast and I gasped, this time a little louder than before. It was baffling how he managed to make even these simple actions feel so great, but I reveled in it. Every flick of his tongue made me tremble. Every brush of his hand made my skin scatter with goosebumps. Every thought was out the window; my brain only had the ability to focus on pleasure and desire.

  He left a trail of soft kisses on my chest and neck until he was kissing my lips again, hands slipping slowly under the waistband of my pants. He cupped my firm ass and gave it a squeeze. I could feel him smiling against my lips as I leaned into him for support.

  “Been wanting to do that for some time, huh?” I giggled and he nodded.

  “Since the first day I showed up to your office,” he confessed, unabashed.

  He gave my ass another firm squeeze and latched his lips onto the side of my neck, suckling gently. A gasp escaped my lips when he scooted forward and his hardness pressed against me. He paused, but soon enough he was kissing me passionately again, his hands pushing me forward so his hardness rubbed against me to create very enjoyable friction. I let out a breath moan against his mouth.

  Then it hit me—he was completely naked under that thin sheet draped over his lap. I broke the kiss and looked at him, wide-eyed and breathless.

  “What?”

  My gaze lowered to the sheet and then back up to meet his. There was already a knowing smile spreading across his face and I bit my lower lip, gulping audibly. I looked at his body in awe. His olive skin glistened with the oil under the lights of the massage room. Every rippling muscle was defined and mouth-watering.

  I pressed my hands against his bare chest. My body felt like it was on fire. I leaned in and pressed my lips to one of his wonderfully firm muscles. The feel of his hot, oil-slicked skin against my mouth was almost more than I could take; the room felt like it was spinning and I had to hold onto his bulging arms to keep from falling. I drew my head back and turned to look at his left arm, covered in tattoos. I held his hand and extended his arm out and took the time to admire the details of the artwork on his skin.

  Then I pressed his hand to my chest as I leaned over even more, one hand running slowly from his knee up his thigh. I felt him jerk and tremble. I smiled against his kisses. It was satisfying to make the famed Axel Montgomery tremble with anticipation.

  I stopped just short of the sheet, which was still draped over him only now there was a large and noticeable tent pitched. I moved forward and let my hands roam over his bare back and torso. I kneaded his back and he groaned in pleasure, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

  I heard him breath in my scent before his tongue darted out to wet my skin. I marveled at how captivating and irresistible he was; it may not be the first time I saw his fit body or felt his smooth skin, but it was the first time I enjoyed him in this way. He kissed along my jawline and over my lips before seizing me with a fervent press of his lips. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating. He pulled his hands out from the back of my pants and trailed his fingers along my waistband before unbuttoning and unzipping them.

  I shuddered and my heart started to beat even faster. This was really happening.

  My entire body went stiff as he pushed my pants down. I shimmied out of them, kicking them off to the side once they were down at my ankles. Axel pulled me closer and shifted his position until his erection brushed between my legs, the friction of him rubbing against the crotch of my wet panties made me suck in a gasp of air. I knew he could feel how wet I was against him.

  “Guess you’re all ready to go,” he muttered against my kisses.

  He smirked as he slipped his hand under the edge of my panties, slowly walking his fingers down until I felt them graze over my wetness. He pressed the palm of his hand firmly against me and I moaned, gripping his shoulder tightly. He moved his hand down just enough so that he could easily run the tip of his finger slowly over my lips, from bottom right up just before he reached my clit.

  I let out a shaky breath and felt my eyes glaze over. He licked and kissed up my neck and toward my ear, the palm of his hand pressing against my mound as his fingertips lightly tickle me.

  “But it’s always important to warm up,” he said with a little chuckle, as if he was talking about football practice.

  When he pushed his fingertip in past my entrance, just a bit, I gripped his shoulder so tight my fingernails dug into his skin. I giggled before biting my lower lip, moving my hips forward to feel more of his penetrating touch. He pushed his finger in a little more and twisted until he was hooking it upward, pressing against me from the inside. I whimpered and whined when I felt his hand move away.

  I looked at him in disappointment. He just sniggered as he pulled the sheet off his lap. I instantly looked down. He was rock hard and easily the longest, thickest I had ever seen. I gulped; almost nervously. Without a word, I reached and grabbed hold of him. I felt a quiver run through me the moment my fingers wrapped around his girth. I desperately needed to know what he’d feel like inside of me.

  “Oh, Axel,” I whispered excitedly, eyes lighting up.

  I started stroking him slowly, hand holding him loosely. He let out a low groan. It sounded similar to the sounds he gave on the massage table. I loved those sounds. But this time there was so much more need behind his groans. I didn’t think I could wait any longer.

  “I think we’re both warmed up enough,” I said with an eager smile.

  Axel looked deep into my big, amber eyes and brought his hand up to loop my curls around his finger. He cupped my chin and pulled me into a kiss that was surprisingly tender. I melted right into it, lost in his scent, taste, and the feeling of his oil slick skin rubbing against mine. He pushed me back suddenly, not roughly, but just so that we were slightly apart.

  I looked at him in confusion, but as soon as he started to tug at my panties I knew what he wanted. I took it upon myself to pull them down and kick them away, not wasting a second after to pull him back into a kiss. We both moaned when his bare hardness rubbed against me as it slid between my legs. He smiled against my lips as he snaked his hand around to squeeze my firm ass again.

  He moved his hand down to the bottom of my ass cheek and slid between my legs from behind, rubbing my slit with the tips of his fingers. I moaned and pushed my hips forward, feeling his erection rub against me. We stopped kissing for a brief moment and we meet each other’s gaze, both intense with lust. It all still felt like a dream as I looked at him panting and hard. He kissed me again and pulled me toward him. He wanted me to climb up and straddle his lap. I happily obliged, gasping sharply into his mouth when the tip of him pushed against my wet opening.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

  “Axel...” I trailed off and moved my hips around so the tip of him was rubbing all over me, coating him with my wetness. I whimpered with desperate want and need. “Yes,” I breathed hot and heavy against his lips.

  “Are you sure?”

  I nodded and then ground my hips down, moaning loudly as I felt his entire length plunge into me. My mouth fell open and my eyes clenched shut the moment I felt my body envelope around him.

  “Fuck!”

  We both cried out at the same time and leaned in to kiss. The kiss was messy and desperate as I slowly move up and down on him, our moans mixing in each other’s mouths. He grabbed onto my waist with one
hand and placed his other flat on the center of my back before turning me over until I was lying on the massage table. I loved the feeling of his body pinning me to the table. He ran his hand over my thigh before wrapping my leg around his body as he positioned himself to enter me again.

  “You’re sure,” he muttered, the tip of his shaft grazing against my soaking wet slit.

  “Yes,” I practically screamed.

  A smug smile spread across his face at my very obvious desperation, but I could see the same thing in his deep blue eyes and the lines of his gorgeous, chiseled face. I felt his head push inside me and he captured my moan with his mouth, initiating another sloppy kiss as he slowly drove the rest of his length inside.

  I arched my back and bit down on his lip. He grabbed onto my hips with a grunt and started rocking back and forth, his hardness thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace. The otherwise quiet room filled with the rhythmic slapping of our bodies. I threw my head back and stared at the ceiling as he pushed into me again, making my breasts bounce with each push of his hips. His thrusting got a bit faster as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

  “Axel,” I gasped as I felt him nibble and lick at my breast.

  After all the buildup and excitement, with all the feelings of my teenage years bubbling to the surface with more intensity than ever, feeling him touch me and penetrate me was enough to make me tremble and shake. He slowed his pace and looked into my eyes, his hand resting on my forehead as he pushed a mop of curls away.

  Our sweat had mixed with the oil and we were both slick as ever, the heat between us was nearly unbearable. I looked into his deep blue eyes and felt myself melt. I skimmed my hand up his arm and over all his tattoos. I could feel every line and ripple of his muscles. I cried out when he suddenly plunged himself inside of me after going slow. I felt my body lunge and my back arch high, breasts pressing into his muscular chest.