by Abbey Foxx
“Penny.”
“You were licking your lips.”
“No I wasn’t.”
“And you had your eyes closed.”
“I was-. What the fuck are you doing here?”
She’s leaning against a partition, curled around it playfully, hiding part of herself from me, like a shy teenager might. She shrugs at my question.
“I was feeling better so I thought-.”
“You know I’ve been calling you. I came round to your house.”
“I know.”
“Does Topher know you’re here?”
“No. I waited until he was gone. I don’t want to see that fucker if I can help it.”
“I was beginning to think you didn’t want to see me.”
“I wasn’t sure if I did.”
“And now you do?”
“We have to talk.”
Now she comes fully out from behind the piled up balls, boxes of kit and coat hooks, to present herself fully in front of me.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Go on.”
“You and me.”
“Go on.”
“With Dad and stuff and the Tigers and everything else, Topher-.” She pauses to look at me and I have to urge myself not to close the gap between us. “-So”
“I don’t know what you’re saying, Penny.”
“This. I don’t think. You and me.”
“You don’t think we should or you don’t want to?”
“I don’t think we should.”
“That’s not a good enough reason.”
Now I close the gap, but as soon as I do, Penny takes a step back.
“You know, I think we’re the only ones here.”
She shakes her head.
“I’ve been thinking about you.”
“Oh?”
I close the gap again and this time she takes a step to the side, a carefully measured stride as though moving from a hopscotch square to the one adjacent to it. It’s not so much a form of evasion as a form of playful distance keeping. Two animals locked in a weird mating ritual.
“You know, from time to time.”
“From time to time?”
I nod.
“I like you.”
“I know that already.”
“If this ends now, you’re going to regret it.”
She shakes her head, but she’s smiling too. I think she’s come down here to play, to force my hand, to look at my cards. Women and games.
“I have to protect myself.”
“From what?”
She steps up on the bench and begins to walk across it, her hand out for me to hold and lead her.
“Emotional distress.”
“I’m mad at you.”
“Why?”
Penny skips a gap from one bench to the next.
“You didn’t return my calls after seducing me.”
“A, I didn’t seduce you, I let you in, there’s a difference, and B, I didn’t know what to say.”
“And you do now?”
She pauses.
“No.”
“Do you know what you want?”
“I don’t want to get hurt, which is why I think it’s a good idea if we are careful.”
“Careful?”
“Yes.”
“And you let me in?”
“Yes.”
I take her around the waist and lift her to the ground.
“Let me kiss you.”
Penny shakes her head.
“What does careful mean?”
“It means not asking to kiss me.”
“Then this is it.”
“Maybe it should be.”
“I don’t think once is enough for me.”
“That might not be up to you.”
“I don’t think once is enough for you either.”
“That’s definitely not up to you.”
“What are you scared of?”
She gathers the distance again, stepping gracefully away from me in long strides that take her right to the far wall and make me convinced she wants me to follow her.
“Football players.”
I follow her and she follows my approach with her eyes, my pace measured, each step assessed for danger, compatibility, desire. I place my hands against the wall to the side of her head and stand between her and escape.
“You know what they say about fears?”
Her eyes go up to me first, her hands quick to follow, to explore the muscles underneath my shirt.
She shakes her head. “What do they say about fears?” Already her breathing is beginning to change.
“You missed that didn’t you?”
She shakes her head again, defiant in her own denial.
“They say that to beat a fear you have to expose yourself to it.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You can. It might take some time, but I know you can.”
“And what if it doesn’t work?”
“It’ll work.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Trust me, I just know.”
Hands tight around my waist now, desperate to pull me into her. I can see her fighting the urge to resist and it beating her. I can see the thousands of permutations of this moment exploding like galaxies in her eyes, and the infinite parallel universes where I don’t do what I’m about to and in each one me regretting it for the rest of eternity.
I lift her chin gently with the tip of my index finger and in one smooth unbroken moment, I do what I’ve been needing to do, wanting to do, desperate to do since the first time I was lucky enough to be allowed to, lean in, press my lips against hers and kiss her with every single ounce of desire I have inside me. I feel her lips swell against mine, her chest rise towards me, her heart beat increase in intensity and her whole being come to life, as though her soul itself has been brought forth within her, in a way that makes her glow like the first fresh petals or a brand new rose.
“That”, she says when I pull away from her.
“Uhuh.”
“That”, she says again, and licks my heat from her lips. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You didn’t give me a choice.”
“Do it again.”
I shake my head. “If I do it again, I won’t be able to stop. That was a goodbye kiss.”
I push myself away from the wall, gathering a foot of distance between us. Penny looks long and hard at me. She tilts her head, puts her hands on her hips theatrically, looks away and then looks back to me.
I shrug.
“A goodbye kiss?”
“Exactly.”
“A kiss goodbye?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
Her hand comes out, grabs my shirt at the chest and pulls me back towards her. I fold my hands against the wall in the position I had them only moments ago. We are face to face, lips to lips. I can feel the heat from her mouth against my skin. I want to kiss her so badly.
“You don’t get to do that.”
“Oh?”
She beats me to it. Lips pressed into lips, hot tongues twisting into each other, teeth marks worked into plump and sensitive skin.
“I want you.”
“Careful, Penny.”
“Fuck it, Jasper. I want you.”
I pull her hair down, expose her neck, run my mouth along it towards her ear.
“Are you going to fuck me and run away again?”
“If I said yes, would you fuck me anyway?”
“And you think I’m dangerous.”
“I’m fragile, Jasper.”
“You’re in safe hands.”
“Then show me just how safe before I regret it.”
“I might begin to think you’re using me.”
Those beautiful eyes tell me otherwise. If there was any doubt before about Penny’s intentions, this has cleared it up completely. Whatever the fuck happens after no
w, the one thing I’m certain of, whatever Penny says to deny it, is that she won’t be able to keep herself away from me.
“You know the other thing I’m scared of?”
I pop the top button on her shirt.
“What?”
Penny smiles. “Huge cocks.”
“Really?”
She nods seductively.
“Then I guess we better see to that right away.”
Penny
I wasn’t going to do this. I told myself in plain, clear English. Penny, stay away. He’s trouble. He’s going to break your heart, bust your insides up, use you like an oily rag and toss you into a pile of garbage when he’s done. He’s bad trouble. Wait, he’s worse than that, he’s temptation, and every one knows what happens when you can’t resist temptation.
Fuck.
No one else is here, but that was kind of the plan anyway. You know, for that intimate conversation I was planning to have with him. That moment where it was always going to be just him and me, down here in the belly of the Moxlin Tiger’s head quarters, surrounded by the smell of musk and mud clogged boots that has always driven me crazy, for me to tell him, unequivocally and without giving in, that he’s definitely not the one for me.
Those abs are meant for another. The lines of perfection that mark out the eight pack across his lower torso, the obliques, the belly button, the tattoos that curl around his skin so gracefully they look like they’ve grown with him, all of that for some other girl. Not me. Not the one dancing her fingers across the waistband of his boxershorts, sliding them underneath his top, across the flatness of his chest, the bobbles of skin that make up his nipples, not me. Not me either that’s allowing herself to be undressed by him. Deft flicks of fingers that pop buttons I’d convinced myself I’d be keeping shut for the rest of the season, knowing smiles and perfectly placed kisses, hot tongues in hotter mouths and traces of desire worked out across fragile collar bones, I know I’m allowing him in and I can’t do anything about it.
“We shouldn’t.” Those words again, meaningless now against the heated backdrop we are fighting to create.
“Fuck shouldn’t.”
“Just fuck will do.”
A button sticks for too long and Jasper doesn’t have the patience to wait. When he’s done, the dress I chose carefully this morning for him lies torn and useless between the bench and floor. Long socks hide my knees from him and lead to red panties I’m going to make him tear off me too.
“Get on your knees.”
I do as he commands, dropping to my knees in front of him, my mouth already tingling because I know what he’s about to give me. I can see it writhing around behind his pants trapped by the fabric like a snake in a bag and I want it out and inside me like nothing else.
“Good. Now take it out.”
The chance of being caught in here is slim, but it’s still possible and that turns me on even more. Dad and the rest of the team have gone home, but there are still people in the building and cleaning staff walking through the halls so there’s every possibility someone’ll come in here doing their rounds. I don’t even care anymore. If Topher finds out, so what? Maybe it’ll finally make him realize I’m never going to take him back.
I look up to Jasper, pausing for the briefest of moments until I can’t resist any longer. I’m far from it but I do my best to pull a shy and innocent face because I know it’ll turn him on more.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m gonna cure you, Penny.”
I reach to his bulge, running my hot hand over it and smoothing the shaft towards his swollen crown.
“Do you think it’ll work?”
“Take it out and we’ll see.”
“But it’s so big-.”
“Then do it bit by bit.”
I tug slowly at his grey sweatpants, while Jasper watches from above, vigilant and dominant. I love the reveal and I’m taking my sweet time about doing it. It’s been almost two weeks since I saw him last, and even though the image of his cock is etched on my memory from the first time, I still don’t want to miss anything about this.
This is going layer by layer, little by little, like the opening of a special christmas present I’ve already guessed from the shape, that takes nothing away from the opening of it. The opening is almost as good as the present itself, and there aren’t any presents better than this.
When his pants are nothing but a bunch of fabric kicked casually to one side, and Jasper stands there in front of me like a God, his swollen cock pressed eagerly into the fabric of his boxershorts, palpitating like a ticking clock, I know I’ve got to face my made up fear and pull it out.
I knew he was huge even before we slept together, but now, trapped behind his boxer shorts, he looks monstrous. I like big cocks, I’m happy to admit that. I’d like Jasper even if he didn’t have one, but the fact that he does is an added bonus. I’m not shy when it comes to sex. I’m not one of these turn the lights out and fuck me gently kind of girls. I like all of that, of course, but when the moment requires it, and right now this moment doesn’t require that kind of fuck at all. Right now I feel dirty. Right now I want Jasper to make me scream. Right now I want to show him exactly what it is I can offer, and see just how much he can take.
To be fair, I’m the one that’s been cold. Much more than him, I’m the one who had to take stock, take a few steps back and think carefully about how best to proceed, after we’d done what we’d done. And here I am, his hard dick a millimeter of fabric away from my lips again, ten minutes after I was supposed to be ending this and heading home.
“I’m waiting, Penny.”
My pussy lips are tingling just as much as the ones I’m licking now with my tongue. Who was I kidding? Tell Jasper Stone it’s over? Resist this beast of a man? Say no to this cock, even if I he leaves at the end of the season and I never get any better? The thing is, the thing I’ve got to make sure of, beyond any doubt at all, is that I need to make him fall in love with me. And every girl knows the way to a man’s heart is all the way through his throbbing dick.
There is pre-cum glistening the tip, strands of which have gathered at the front of his shorts and others that leak out and run eagerly down his shaft. For a while I just stare at it hovering there in midair, jerking upwards every now and again like he’s got an electrode strapped to the base that from time to time fires a pulse through his cock, until Jasper snaps me back to reality.
“Open your mouth.”
I’ve knelt on this floor before, but never like this. Hundred of games over several years, a dozen kit changes, team talks, sweaty men and stacks of helmets, I never thought I’d be looking up towards a giant of a man, his huge cock weighty in my hands, ready to slide into the back of my throat so I can lean forwards and have him mouth fuck me like a little slut.
I open my mouth, I purse my lips, I lean forward and with my hand around his base I place him delicately at the edge of my mouth.
“Now suck.”
I want to play with my pussy, but I’m going to wait. I like having Jasper control me, so I want to wait until he gives me his permission. I want to sit above him and rub my slit in his face and I want to watch over my shoulder as he pushes the fabric to the side and forces his way up inside me. Bearing down upon me, with his tense muscles, toned forearms and look of smoldering desire, I feel like I’m going to melt. His eyes are like marbles of swirling greens and browns lost in a sea of blue, and when he looks at me, when he really looks at me like he’s looking at me now, I know that what I see inside them is so pure, nothing in the world can match it. Call it what you like - desire, need, power, dominance, sexiness - whatever the fuck it is it turns me on more than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I can’t get enough of it.
Topher used to hate me sucking his dick and looking directly at him, so when I pull Jasper slowly inside me, my tongue corkscrewing around the tip of his cock to run under his foreskin and down his shaft, I purposely look away. Jasper takes me fi
rmly under the chin, tilts my face up and makes me look at him while I slowly lower my mouth over his cock.
Fuck it feel so good to be with him again. I can’t believe I’ve left it as long as I have, nor that I was seriously considering giving up on this at all.
“Like that?”
“Like that’s good. How does it make you feel?”
I can’t help but smile. I know I’m supposed to be sucking this beautiful dick for a cure, but it’s hard pretending, when I now no longer need an excuse.
“Tingly.”
“Tingly where?”
I know he wants me to show him, but he’s not getting it up from me that easily.
“Here”, I say, pointing to my heart.
“Where else?”
“Here”, I say, running a circle around my belly button.
“Anywhere else?”
I shake my head playfully.
“Are you sure?”
I pretend to think. “Maybe here.”
My finger dances towards my pussy.
“Show me.”
“Am I cured?”
Jasper shakes his head. “Not yet.”
I run my middle finger over the fabric, pushing it past my clit and through the center of my pussy lips. I can’t help but gurgle with delight as I go and Jasper does well to keep a straight face.
“Right there.”
“Mmmhmm.” I nod.
I’m wet. I knew I was already without touching myself. Even with my panties still on, I feel like I could make myself come like this. I’d like that too, coming for him, right here in the locker room, watching him watching me slide my finger back and forth over my pussy. I’m tingly all over my skin and I’ve got those goose pimples breaking out across my arms again like before. I feel like I could explode if he danced a kiss towards me, breathed on my skin or ran his tongue in light gorgeous flicks across my clitoral hood.
“Show me.”
I have brown eyes to his blue, chocolate swirls to his tropical rock pools, and right now they are wide open and lost completely in his perfection. Nothing else matters. Where we are, who we are, it’s all beside the point. The point is this moment and fuck does it feel good. Jasper’s deep, commanding, husky voice, the stubble darkening his chin, the way his hair flops naturally to one side, I can’t get enough of any of it.
“Like this?”
I slowly move my panties to one side, my fingers in place still to keep my pussy covered from him. I can feel skin on skin and I know he wants to, he might be able to imagine it from the memory of me or piece it together from the pleasure in my voice, but he definitely can’t see it yet.