by Croft, Rose
I kissed down the side of her neck, down to her breasts. I molded my hands around them and licked, sucked, and nipped with my mouth. I was one step away from motor boating them, because they were the greatest creation I’d ever seen. And, she liked when I spent time on her ti—cupcakes—if her moaning and pulling my hair were any indication.
I slid lower down her body and drew my mouth over her stomach, she trembled. I continued my voyage below and grabbed her hips hooking her panties in my fingers. I paused. “I want to touch you with my mouth, Rose.” Wait, where the hell did that come from? Who even talked like that? Who the fuck was I? Dracula? But, it was something I wanted to do regardless of my inane approach.
“Please do,” she breathed seeming okay with my method, kneading my head with her hands. My hair was definitely going to be messed up, but I didn’t care.
I pulled down her thong and sucked in my breath, as I stared at her beautifully waxed pussy. I didn’t know why it shocked me because she was perfect everywhere else. And, here was no exception, more exquisite in fact.
After discarding her panties, I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs spreading her legs wide so I could have better angle and view of her. I grazed my finger down her clit, admiring all the gorgeous profound pink parts that contrasted with pale skin, until I pushed a finger inside. She was so wet. So wet. I really needed to be inside her. This seemed to be my new mantra because I think I’d said it at least ten times today—I need to be inside her. But, this slow torture was too pleasurable to pass up on.
I tongued her clit and moved a finger slowly inside of her. I gradually extracted my finger and put it in my mouth. She tasted magically delicious like her pussy might shoot out rainbows and unicorns—then squirt out a leprechaun as an encore. Man, I needed to work on my descriptions, but I was going to eat the shit out of her. I leaned down pushing in with my tongue, and she whimpered, breathing out her approval.
I went in deeper, and it didn’t take much until she was convulsing on my mouth. God, she was so hot when she came. I’d given her two orgasms today and she hadn’t even taken a ride on the main attraction.
I kissed my way back up her body, reaching her mouth. She slid a hand down my chest and stomach to the band of my underwear. Her hand slipped in as she wrapped her fingers around me with raised eyebrows and stroked.
I stilled her hand and joked in cheesy sports terms, “This will be a short inning if you keep that up.” Which was true, even though I’d jerked off several times earlier today. I was surprised my dick wasn’t dead from asphyxiation.
“Oh, sorry.” She kept staring at the bulge in my boxer briefs with the tip peeping over the edge, struggling to get out.
“I’m going to get a condom now.” I heard my voice speak, not knowing why I needed to continue giving a play-by-play of my actions.
I stood up and pulled one out of my wallet. As I gazed at Rose, I shrugged out of my underwear. Her eyes went from hazy contentment to wide-eyed astonishment. “Oh my God. Will this be able to happen?”
Her statement only confirmed that she hadn’t seen a real man. Stupid thought on my part. I was nervous actually, but I recovered. “It’ll work. Trust me,” I reassured her as I rolled on the latex. And, slipped off the remaining sock with my foot.
I moved over her and settled myself between her. As my tip touched her clit, her eyes rolled back, and she moaned. And, it took all my willpower to keep my dick from diving in.
“Rose, you are sure this is what you want?” Hoping the answer was yes or my cock might sucker punch me in the gut.
“Yes. I want you inside of me, John…if you can manage that,” she added, skeptically.
I chuckled at her concern and kissed her. “We’ll manage. I promise.”
Making certain I could make good on my word, I ran my fingers over her until I moved them inside of her again. She was still very wet. Okay, that’s good. Fantastic actually.
“I’m coming in right now.” Again, what the hell? Am I announcing a sporting event? Next thing I’ll tell her is that I’m taking out my driver? Regardless, I pressed my tip in. It was tight, but her wetness made it much easier. And, holy mother of God…
She inhaled. I inhaled. I’d had sex in every position known to man. Not bragging. But, this already felt like a first for me. It felt real. It felt so right.
“Am I hurting you, baby?” My voice sounded like it was on helium.
“No. It feels good so far,” she half-breathed, half-moaned out. She clutched my shoulders, pulling me closer to her like she needed me more than anything else. And, fuck, I wanted to be that for her. Her savior. Her hero. Her everything.
I pushed in a bit more. There was still tightness, but in a good way, a fucking-I’m-about-to-blow-because-it’s-so-awesome way.
“Still good?” I barely got out because I was about to lose it.
She panted/nodded and began moving on me.
“Wait, Rose, please. I need a moment. This feels too good.” I paused trying to make this last longer than a minute. It was a little difficult telling your erection to keep a lid on it when it’s halfway buried in the most beautiful of treasure boxes.
I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply, trying to calm down. When I thought I had a better handle on myself, I exhaled slowly. “Okay.”
I pushed all the way in this time. And, I was a little better prepared for the fit. But, it was still going to be a challenge to last at least long enough to give her an “O” face.
I inched in slowly, and she stirred under me too. After a few passes, I picked up the pace, taking deeper strokes. When I found my rhythm and built up steam, her mouth parted in silent cries and her brows furrowed. She was coming and clenching so hard as her cries evolved into a chant of my name. Normally, I would’ve acknowledged I was so good you would be screaming out my name, but I had already lost the ability to sex-talk. I grasped her hips and jerked her into to me, as I was about to fall over the cliff too. I pumped harder wanting to go deeper, and then my body shook as I felt the most profound explosion build up and set off.
“Holy fuck!” I yelled out as I jerked inside of her pouring two months worth of frustration. I had never experienced anything like that before. As my body finally calmed, I laid my forehead on hers and kissed her. Somehow, I knew it would be like this with her.
Oh my God. I just had the best sexual experience of my life. Not to say it wasn’t great with Carlos. It was, but it was different. We were young, it was sweet, and it was my first.
But with John it was like having sex with a man. Okay that sounded weird. However, his body alone exuded sex personified. And, don’t even get me started on the huge bat he was swinging down below. That sounded childish too, but very true, nonetheless.
We were lying in the bed, snuggling. He ran his fingers down my arm reaching my hand, threading his fingers through mine. His hands were so large, like every other part of him.
“Are you okay?”
I liked that he seemed so concern with my feelings. “Yes.”
“Good. Can we do that again?”
“Already?” I asked in shock. Of course, I was good with trying it again.
He smiled ruefully. “I have lost time to make up for, Rose.”
“Okay.” I glanced down and saw that he was more than ready to go again.
He pulled me over him and groaned as I slid up his erection.
After the third time, we’d fallen back against the pillows sweaty and content, I glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost three in the morning. I knew John was going to be tired if he didn’t get any sleep. However, he kept holding me and touching me all over like he couldn’t stop.
He leaned in and kissed me, which was first a soft, gentle kiss, but turned into a more intense one. “John, don’t you need to get some sleep? You have an early game tomorrow. Actually, later today.” Sometimes, the last game in the series was earlier, so the team could fly out and get settled before the next series began the following evening. Days off
between series were few and far between.
I was happy it was an early game, so we could stay and watch. However, I probably wouldn’t get home until late tonight. Then, the new school year would commence. Going in Monday would be manageable because it was a staff development day, and I wouldn’t really need to do any prep before I went in. However, it wouldn’t be long before my schedule became hectic again.
“I know, but I want to spend every moment right now with you. I don’t want to miss out on anything.”
“I’m tired. I need some sleep,” I plead, as my eyes grew heavier. I was used to staying up late waiting to play video games or talk to him during my summer break. However, I needed to get back on my work schedule, so I didn’t know how this was going to work from here on out.
“You sleep, sweetheart. I’ll watch you.” He pushed my hair off of my face as he kissed my forehead.
Three hours later, I woke up as I felt hands and lips covering my body. I inhaled as my body buzzed with need. My eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the room; I watched his green eyes as they gazed intently at me. “Good morning, Rose. Are you ready for me?” He said those words again, but we definitely weren’t playing PlayStation.
I was finding out that I always seemed ready for him. However, I knew I had some funky sleep breath. “Let me brush my teeth first.” I made a move to get up.
“No. I don’t give a shit about that right now.” He seemed desperate as he pressed me back with his fingers splayed on my chest. I knew the hour of reckoning was upon us, as he would have to leave in the next hour or so.
He pushed into me already with a condom and rolled his eyes back as he hissed. His whole body seemed to copy the motion as he was doing a perfect cobra pose. It was overwhelming to see his huge hard body respond to me like that. I wanted to weep with tears of joy and ecstasy as he filled me with pleasure.
“Jesus, Rose, what you make me feel…” He groaned and buried his head in my neck. “It’s never been like this before.” His words were barely audible although I felt his lips on my ear lobe. I shivered. My heart thumped like it’d taken a shot of adrenaline. I was finding out there were many different sides to John. Usually he was charming, joking, rarely did he seem to take anything too seriously. But, this sounded serious.
I ground into him meeting his thrusts. He was going so slow and deep like he was savoring this moment between us. And it felt so damn good. “Baby, it feels so good.” The words fell out of my mouth, and I didn’t even exaggerate the word baby.
John hitched my legs around his waist lifting me up without breaking the connection. He was kneeling and guiding me up and down with hands on my hips. He tilted his head down between us and ground out, “Fuck. Look at this. You’re so damn beautiful.”
My silent breaths expelled each time he pushed in and were becoming more vocal with each thrust, and his eyes again focused on mine. “Let go. Let me see you come,” he ground out appearing to fight his own battle.
“Oh God…” I cried out as I eyed him with shock. I’d never thought I’d have so many orgasms in my life, but he was like an addictive drug. He hit the spot that took me over the edge. I would’ve spoken in tongue if I knew how. I knew Spanish though and spoke the shit out of it.
He later growled my name out as he convulsed in me opening and closing his mouth as if he were struggling for breath. When the pulsing waned he dropped his head on my shoulder and groaned. “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t know how we’re going to manage the next several weeks.”
I held his head tightly. His perfect hair was finally disheveled as my fingers had eventually won the battle with his hair gel. “We’ll be fine. We can make this work, right?” I was trying to stay positive understanding how difficult this would be.
“Now, that I’ve been inside you, I don’t ever want to leave.” His voice was muffled as he now nuzzled my neck.
His words tugged at my heart. I wanted to be with him like that, but I didn’t know how to handle it. “I’m starting work now. The time will pass by quickly,” I said, knowing that wasn’t the truth. He had a little over a month left of the regular season. Who knew if his team would make the playoffs? But, if they did, then there was a possibility of the season going through October.
“Not for me. Would you take a bus up to Chicago? Or you could get medication for your anxiety of flying?” He suggested. “Rose, please, I want to see you, and I don’t think I can wait another month.”
I couldn’t take time off work like that. I just had the summer off. Maybe a weekend series I could do, but I would have to fly. Logistically, that was the only way to travel that made sense. “We’ll see. I have to check my schedule and yours too. Okay?” He stood up and walked to the bathroom. When he returned, he flopped down beside me again. “We have a home series over Labor Day Weekend. You could come up then?” He sounded like a little boy who wanted something desperately.
Labor Day Weekend was two weeks away. I would have a three-day weekend. I rubbed his arm reassuringly. “I’ll try. I promise.” I wanted to go, but I didn’t know if that was feasible for me. However, if I flat out said no, then it probably would’ve started an argument. And, I didn’t want our last moments together to end like that.
He smiled and teased, “You better try really hard.”
I ruffled his hair some more. It was sticking up in places. “I have to brush my teeth.”
While I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, he stepped in, and through the mirror, I stared at his wide back and perfect butt as he turned on the shower. I studied the Elsa tattoo above his butt crack and below the tan line dividing his lower back and ass.
He turned and caught me staring and lifted one side of his mouth showing a gorgeous dimple. I rolled my eyes and spit and finished.
“Get over here.” He pulled me with him.
We showered, and I got to live out some fantasies that one could do with soap, water, and body parts. It didn’t take long until I was crying out his name again. He seemed to be an MVP at making me moan like an adult film actress. I finally returned the favor on oral sex. Quid pro quo.
When we were dressed, we sat on the edge of the bed. Well, he sat on the edge. I was in his lap, folded in his arms. “Will you wait for me after the game?”
“Yes, of course. Unless the game goes into eighteen innings or something like that.”
We laughed. Then silence again. “I don’t want to leave.” He leaned his forehead on mine and I saw the sadness in his eyes as he stared.
“You have to or you’ll be in trouble. Like, you should’ve left already.” I was trying to keep the conversation light. I wasn’t good at goodbyes. I knew I would see him after the game, but it would be brief, and we would be out in public.
He sighed and checked the Uber app on his phone. “The car should be here in five minutes.” He sighed in frustration. “Fuck, I hate this.”
He seemed very upset about us being apart. I slipped off his lap and pulled him up with me. “Come on, I’ll walk you down.” I was hoping that would put him in a better mood.
When we passed through the entrance of the hotel, the car was waiting. We walked to the vehicle and stood facing each other. “You better wait for me after the game regardless of how long it is,” he warned in a not-so-teasing voice.
“Okay, I will.” I touched his cheek reassuring him. He leaned down and kissed me, which always turned into a full-on lip and tongue extravaganza.
When we parted, I noticed a guy standing a few feet away with his cell phone pointed at us.
John did too, and he looked pissed. “Seriously, man? Can’t you respect my privacy?” That’s the first time I’d seen him get testy with anyone in public.
The guy shoved his cell in his pocket and slinked off into the hotel. John ran a hand over his face. “That’ll probably go viral.”
“Oh.” I never considered that. It was hard to believe, but I wasn’t one who was big into social media. I had a Twitter account that I basically used for classroom p
urposes only.
Of course, I’d checked out information on John on the Internet, but there wasn’t much out there on him that was damaging. I’d seen photos of him with teammates in a club, but he was never photographed with a girl. Well, girls had snapped selfies with him, but they weren’t topless or intimate, and he wasn’t kissing them. Just seeing him from the bar that night, I realized he was trying to be polite when people wanted pictures. I mean he took selfies with the guy fans, too. He seemed to keep his private life, private. At least that’s what I thought. I hoped I was right.
He stepped into the car, held my hand and squeezed. “I’ll see you after the game.”
As I entered my room again, I could still smell the scent of his cologne. I was already missing him too. I heard my phone buzzing on the table. His name and the picture of his back that he’d sent me flashed on the screen.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hello.”
“I miss you already.” He sounded somber and exhausted.
“I miss you, too. You sound so tired, John.”
“Well someone kept me up all night.”
I laughed. “That’s not my fault.”
“Yes it is. You kept begging me to keep you satisfied.”
“Whatever. Do you think you’ll have a chance to take a nap?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Hold on.” I heard him talking to someone, probably the driver, and then a car door closed. “Okay, I’m back. I just got to the hotel.”
“What time do you need to be at the stadium?” The game started at 1:00 pm.
“I’m good if I get there by ten thirty.”
It was almost eight. “Then, you can get in a nap, so I’ll let you go.”
“Don’t hang up. Wait. I’m almost to my room.”
“You really need to get some sleep.”
“I will, Rose, just talk to me.”
I heard a door open and close. Then a whispered “Fuck.” Then another door closed.