by Ella Jackson
"Hey, that's pretty good. Well done." I meant it, too; not many people who had hardly ever kicked a soccer ball before could do that quite so quickly.
She smiled as she rolled the ball back and forth between her feet. "Hey, it's not so bad. I had a good teacher. Who knows, I might even watch the World Cup next year."
"Good. Now let's work on defence; how to stop someone trying to take the ball off you."
She looked back at me, smiling again. "This is kind of your thing, isn't it?"
"I guess you could say that." The next 10 minutes we worked on balance and coordination; looking at someone's hips to work out where they were going to tackle, and anticipating their movement. She laughed, openly and easily, and by the end of it, she was showing no fear when colliding with me to stop me getting the ball past. After one particularly savage kick, I pretended to fall to the ground in mock agony.
"Hey, hey. Where's the ref when you need him?"
Laughing, she helped me back to my feet. "Would I get fined for that?"
I pretended to rub my shin where she had kicked me. "You'd probably get suspended for at least a game. But I'll overlook it this time. My expectations of reporters are changing radically though, I can tell you. You guys can evidently pretty be pretty ruthless when the something you want."
"You've got that right, honey." Coming closer to me, she put one hand on my shoulder. "My expectations of soccer players are changing a bit, to."
I took her hand from my arm and clasp it in mine, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "I'm glad to hear it. It's important to me that you know not all players are players, as it were."
"Ha, very funny. That's the kind of joke that a good editor would strike out, and I'd have to fight like hell to get it left in. Reporters are not allowed comedy as a general rule. We're supposed to leave that to comedians."
Her hand in mine felt comfortable, gentle, warming. I led her across the field back toward the car, and she pressed herself closer into me. She was so much more than the reporter I met a few days ago; my defensiveness, and unwillingness to talk to her was gradually being broken down. After getting to know her more, I found the more I knew of her, the more I wanted to know.
Maybe in another time, in another situation, she could have been around long term.
I'd like that. I wonder if she would have liked that?
I had a sudden pang of guilt about Julia. I don't need another separation on my conscience. My first and only responsibility is Daisy, not my own pleasure.
"Hey," I felt Keisha squeeze my hand. "Penny for your thoughts." We were nearly back at the car now, and I turned, wrapping her in my arms and kissing her on the forehead again.
"Sorry, it was nothing. I was just thinking about…" I wasn't not sure what to say. "About the game this week, and everything else that is happening. And, I guess about giving you what you need for this story."
"About giving me what I need?" She breathed, pressing in closer to me. Even through the puffer jacket, I could feel her breasts. My cock twitched in response, and I had to take a deep breath to keep control of myself.
"Yeah, pretty much." I opened the car door, and turned her so she was pressed against it, trapping her between me and the car. "Would you care to enlighten me?"
I could see her lips were wet, slightly open, and her cheeks were flushed, either with the cold or with arousal. "I think...I can do that."
The kiss was hotter and more urgent than the last two times, maybe because of our need to keep warm out here. Keisha was hungry again, fiercely pulling me down to meet her, pushing her mouth onto mine. She started to unzip her puffer jacket, and I stopped her.
"Into the car. Now."
Inside the car, I turned the key and put the heating on full blast. Warm air filled the cabin, and I looked into her eyes. "It's hard to feel sexy when you're freezing your ass off."
She giggled and started to unzip her puffer jacket, slowly. "Ain't that the truth. Now, where were we?"
"Right...about...here." My hands slid inside her jacket, up under her sweater, roaming over the soft skin of her stomach. Her eyes were wide, almost staring at me, and her lips were pursed like she was just waiting for me to take her. I pulled her next to me, over the central console, and unhook her bra, making her gasp again. One hand went under the lacy fabric, stroking her nipple into hardness.
"Oh-oooh..." Her breath in my ear was warm, sensual. I didn't want to waste my chance this time. My hand went down into her jeans, and she writhed against me. She stared into my eyes, her mouth open wide. "Fuck, Dale, please..."
I worked my thumb over her clit until she was dripping wet, pushing herself on me. "Now...I want you right now."
With deft movements, Keisha slipped down her pants, and unzipped me, sitting in my lap. Before I could do anything, she was on top of me, grinding against my erection. "Are...are you okay with this?"
"Okay with it?" I growled, putting my arms around her. "I've been fucking dreaming about it for days." I pulled her legs apart, and felt the wetness between them. "Come here."
Before I knew it, I'd slipped inside her, thrusting up into her. She reared up, crying out, and I feel her tense around me. Bucking back and forth, Keisha braced against the car-seat, pushing herself back onto me, her hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks. I dipped my head to bite her on the back of the neck, while I push the rest of the way inside her, and soon she was gasping and writhing again, scraping her nails over my back, squeezing my ass, pumping up into me while I drive home.
Keisha turned her head back to me, and her eyes were closed, with pleasure; her breath was coming in short gasps now and I knew she was close to her climax. I wanted to feel her come around me more than anything, more than I cared about anyone seeing us here in the carpark, more than I cared about being on the front page of the paper tomorrow.
All I needed right now was her release, and mine, and within seconds I felt her shivering as her climax approached. She whispered my name into my ear, again and again, and the intimate feeling of it sent me over the edge, exploding inside her, as she melted into me.
Thirteen
Keisha
My impatience had gotten me into more trouble than I knew how to handle—though it was also responsible, at least in part, for snagging me Dale Williams over the last week, too.
Sex with Dale was out of this world. He did things to my body I have yet to comprehend. I didn't know how this happened, but I refused to enquire too closely, not right now, at least.
He slipped his hand underneath my shirt, his fingers brushing against my stomach. He was teasing me with his mouth to a point of tears before he slides a finger into me, curling it when he was deep enough to reach my magic spot.
“That was…” Reaching for my jaw, he turned my face to his and kissed me again, setting off fireworks in my soul.
“Fucking incredible?” I enquired, turning to look at him with a brow raised.
He smiled, his lips sliding against my cheek as his hand traveled up my stomach. “Better than great.”
I turned away, at a loss for words. "You're quite the professional there, in a car, at least."
“I could say the same about you.”
"Yeah?” He looked quietly content, maybe even a little smug. "You know, when we first met, I didn’t like you that much.”
"Oh yeah? I didn't think much of you either." He attempted to shake me off, but I rolled onto his lap and straddled him, pinning him in place with my thighs.
“I want to kiss you, too, but I’m a mess, Dale.” Leaning forward, I put my hands on his cheeks, and kiss him again.
He smirked at me, a real cocky one that made me want to slap it off his face. I don't think I could ever get enough of Dale. He made me laugh, is capable of enticing conversation despite his macho persona, and really paid attention to me when I’m speaking. I'd never been this happy with a guy before.
"Keisha, this...this isn't like a normal thing for me, okay?" He looked at me tentatively. “This re
ally isn’t easy for me to talk about.”
"Sure. I feel the same way, Dale." No use holding it back, since he was opening up and I wanted to know how he felt. "What are we doing here?"
“I don’t know exactly,” he whispered, his hand finding my lower back.” “What do you want from me?”
I blinked my eyes at him, confused but eager. “What are you offering?”
His lips pressed together, and he leaned forward, and put his arms around me. "I guess...I want this to carry on. Somehow, some way. I don't know how yet, but...I do."
“You’re too sweet, Dale.” I kissed him again. "I guess I wasn't making a lot of sense there."
He shook his head. “Perfect sense.”
He hesitated, and for a terrible, endless moment, I was sure that he was going to say something about how we couldn't be together.
“You know I'll do whatever I have to make you happy, right?” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and yanked me up against his hard body, his voice soft but insistent. “How do you feel about meeting Daisy?”
I keep my eyes on the park outside, too afraid to look at him but also too afraid of the silence.
“What do you mean?”
"I mean, I'd like you to meet my daughter. I don't usually do this with - well, anyone. But with you, I want to be different. Do you like children?"
"Yes, Dale. I love children."
“Good.” The idea that something so personal, such a part of him, was something he wanted to share with me, was wonderful…“I was hoping you'd come back to my place tonight.”
"I...sure. I need to go back to mine first, though, to get a few things."
"I'll drive you back and wait." He squeezed my arm firmly. "I want as much of you as I can get."
“I appreciate the offer, Dale, but I can’t let you do that.” I climbed off him, slowly and carefully. "I can make my own way to your place. My friend Nicole will be worried about me, and I want her to know I'm okay."
He smiled. "Is she suspicious of strange men?"
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t go that far,” I say, with full knowledge that she was either deeply suspicious, or far too accepting. “Luckily, Nicole and I have this kind of relationship where we don’t even have to fully explain ourselves to each other, and that's why we've been successful housemates."
I would have been lying to myself if I didn’t admit how much handing over the reins to Dale in lovemaking turned me on. I wasn't easily scared, but the thought of meeting his daughter frightened me.
What if she didn’t like me? The two of them shared a special bond, and I couldn't get in the middle of that.
Sensing my reservations, Dale looked at me for a long moment.
I could take whatever he had to give me. "Dale, Daisy is very important to you, right?”
He laughs, but he takes my hand in his. “She's the most important thing in my world."
"Okay. You have no idea how much I have wished you could meet my family, but it's just me here, right now. And that's why I'm nervous about meeting your family."
"I understand, Keisha. We'll take it slowly, okay? I promise things will work out."
His words are reassuring, but I can't help a little sliver of fear deep down.
By the time Dale dropped me off at my place, Nicole was home from work. She heard me coming up the stairs and was waiting for me at the top, a worried look on her face.
"Babe, what happened?" She looked me up and down, and the worried look was replaced by a smile. "I mean, I can tell part of what happened...but what else?"
"We, uh. We had sex in the car. And I'm going to go back to his place tonight. I'm just here to shower and pack a bag." I didn't mean to brush her off, but there was no easy way to say it otherwise.
“Go ahead and climb into the shower, and, um, I’ll wait,” Nicole said as she lowered her eyes, telling me that even after several months of living together she's still discreet. "So, I'm guessing you're not going to write an expose about how this guy is a lousy father, or something like that?"
I shook my head. "He wants me to meet his daughter Daisy." I tried not to sound giddy, but it wasn't easy.
She looked doubtful. "That's great. I think. I mean, I'm a little bit jealous, I guess. This is pretty much like a fairytale."
I laughed at the thought of anyone being jealous of me, until I thought about what had just happened. As cocky as he is, and as hard as it is to admit it even to myself, Dale was incredibly hot, and it was going to be difficult to keep this to ourselves even now. Had I thought about it before, I would have said he was out of my league.
"Look, I ought to thank you, Nic. I probably wouldn’t be sitting here right now if it wasn’t for you pushing me to do this story in the first place."
She rolled her eyes and snickered. “It doesn't look like you needed much pushing to...” She glanced significantly at my disheveled outfit. "Look, I know I haven't been around much, and for that I'm sorry. But I want you to know that I'm always here for you, no matter what happens here, okay?”
"Thanks, Nic. I couldn't do this without you."
She made a mock-serious face. "Hey, you've got that right. Now get your ass into the shower, and out of here, okay? You don’t want to keep him waiting. It’s not like there’s any shortage of girls for pro athletes. But maybe be careful as well, too. I don't know this guy, but I know you, and you're too good to have your heart broken."
I shook my head. "Dale wouldn't do that."
She sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. “Right. You know him so damn well, right? I doubt that."
“You don’t know him." I protested, but I understood her reservations. "I understand why you're worried, but everything's going to be okay, seriously."
“Keisha, you're right. I am worried. Worried about you and about how crazy this past week has been. What if instead of me standing here talking to you right now, you were crying on the couch, wondering what you'd done wrong to get involved with some kind of sleazeball pro athlete? You have to admit that can happen, okay?"
"Yeah, I understand. Please, just trust me, Nic. It'll be fine."
The last thing I saw as I headed for the shower was her worried face.
Fourteen
Dale
My dick twitched violently, and I couldn't help myself as I reached for Keisha and put her on top of me, rubbing my dick against her wet middle. She sighed, emphasizing how close she was, and my chest shook with pleasure as I moved one finger inside her.
While she was on the way here last night, I had been thinking about her and I’d nearly come in my jeans just thinking about her curves and her creamy skin.
I stroked Keisha's nipple, watched her arms shiver, the movement getting stronger when I reached between us to rub her clit, while I slid into her. She gasped and my eyes locked on hers,
“Fuck, Dale...,” she moaned as she came again, and after her body stopped shaking, I pulled back my fingers and slid out of her for a moment.
“Keisha, you look incredible,” I whispered into her ear. "I can't resist you."
She melted into my arms, her lips softening and her hands linked around my neck while I lifted her into the air. I spread her legs, slowly and sensuously, then worked my way up her thighs, teasing her before I plunged a finger inside her. She bit my lip, hard, and pulled me closer to her as I slid back into her wetness.
“Oh, Dale, my...oh...” A gasp burst from her mouth as I held her there, my hands under her as I controlled her body. She didn't speak, but I heard her whimper quietly as she ran her hand along my back. “I want this every day,” she whispered to me and I pulled back, knowing she felt as addicted as I did.
I let her keep sliding her hot mouth up and down my neck, until I came close to exploding inside her, then stop her, and pulled away. She stirs in my arms, speaking my name under her breath.
I’d never been as comfortable with a new person as I have been with Keisha—none of my teammates, even—and especially not a girl.
Moving behind her and reaching down, I worked my thumb over her clit until she cries out with her release, her body bucking against mine. Cupping her breast in one hand, I slide the other up her thigh and gripped her hard. She threw her head back and cried out with pleasure, completely, and utterly gone while our bodies ground together in sync. Her kisses were passionate and soft but had the same fire and intensity as the first time we made love.
I wiped the tears off her cheek and she rolled onto her back and smiled, gazing back at me as my fingers graze her lips. “You’re so beautiful, Keisha. I can’t wait for you to meet my family."
We were facing each other and she threaded her fingers through my hair, bringing my mouth to hers. “I’m looking forward to it.”
My mind went to the day before, to her walking through my front door and how excited and nervous she had been all at the same time. I just wanted to be a part of her life. I wanted her heart, and that’s not something I was willing to share.
I brushed a strand of her hair off her forehead and plant a quick kiss on her lips. “We should clean up. Ricky is going to be here soon."
She made a face. "He'd better not catch us the way he did last time."
I tried not to laugh. "That...would probably be best for all of us, yeah."
Ricky's knocking on the door was always heavy-handed, and this time was no different. Luckily, we'd managed to tidy up by the time he came over, and the place looked at least presentable. If Keisha was nervous. She was hiding it well, dressed in plain brown slacks and a black coat.
"Hey," Ricky said, holding out his hand. "Good to see you again."
After a pause, Keisha took his hand, and shook it a little shyly. "It's good to see you again too, Mr Cortez."