Erotica: Can't Keep Them Apart (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Audrey Drake

  Despite my adoration of his presence, I was able to hold it together to comprehend his words. Latrelle had played football his entire life. From the time he was old enough to strap on a helmet, he was a star. I still did not know much about the sport of football, but he helped me with the basics, and I gained a better understanding for what exactly he did on the field. He was raised in Los Angeles, and from what he told me colleges had been talking to him since he was in the 9th grade. He never mentioned past relationships, and neither did I. Maybe we were both trying to keep our acquaintanceship what it was meant to be; professional.

  That is, until September. Vigorous practices had been taking a toll on Latrelle in preparation for the first game. Coach Bub had named him their starting quarterback almost immediately, and the whole school was talking about him now. One day while walking him to class, in between people yelling encouraging words at him, he turned to me.

  “Since our first game is next Saturday against Colorado, I was wondering if you would like to go to see a movie with me this weekend.”

  My silence must have gotten to him, because he immediately tried to play it off.

  “You know, just as friends. I still don’t know who wants to be friends with me, or who wants to be friends with the starting quarterback. It’s no big deal.”

  I tried to hide my excitement. “Sure. That sounds fine to me. Since I am your ‘mentor’ I will buy! Might as well get every dollar we can out of the school.”

  We both laughed, and he waved goodbye and entered the business building.

  I finally confided in Rachel about Latrelle. I told her how often we had been talking, how attracted I was to him, and about our semi-date at the movies. She reminded me of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, and noted that it was okay to have a relationship with your player.

  “But, isn’t that bad business?” I stammered, not conclusive that this was an ethical thing to do.

  “Of course it is. Olivia, you were in that room with us and Coach Bub too. Lie to everyone about the work we are actually doing..? They set the precedent for this, so anything we do is a correlation from that. Besides, other universities do this all the time. It is not uncommon for players to sleep with their mentors.”

  “I am not talking about sleeping with him! This is becoming more than just a hook up. I am starting to get deeper feelings for this guy.”

  “Well, in that case, watch out. Right now, he is still transitioning from high school mode. Small world mentality, still with his parents’ ethical backbone instilled in him. Do not be surprised if that changes as his success grows.”

  No. That could not happen to Latrelle. Assholes were always assholes. And, he was too scared of his father to act out. This much, I was sure of.

  The movie flew by at record time. To this day, I do not even remember what we saw. All I know is that as soon as it came, the credits rolled. Awkward small talk ensued all the way back to his apartment. Both of us were unsure as to what would happen next. Once I put the car in park, our eyes met for the first time since exiting the movie theatre. He smiled. Oh, that smile. A chill surfaced at my chest and poured through my veins. I shuddered briefly, despite the warm southern California air as he came closer, eyes still locked onto mine. His right hand brushed up against my cheek, pushed a stray strand of brunette back behind my ear, and kept a firm but gentle grip of my head. Our lips met. They were warm, soft, and the perfect consistency of moisture. I breathed heavily through my nose as our tongues met halfway. After what seemed like hours, the best kiss of my life came to a close. Those same pearls in his mouth glistened in the moonlight. We said our goodbyes, and he snuck one last peck on my cheek before leaving.

  I thought about following him. Every fiber of my being told me to go to him, and be with him all night. But, I could not manage to do it. Rachel’s words stuck to the back of my mind like a bad dream. If we were going to make something of this, we had to do it the right way.

  Latrelle performed as advertised against Colorado. Coach Bub had reserved a whole box for the five of us to watch the home games in. We had a great time catching up about the past two months on the job. The other three girls; Rebecca, Sidney, and Jasmine, already had sex with their players, and were joking with Rachel and I about who the better lover was. Rachel shot a quick glance at me between laughs, as if to say, “Told you so.”

  I grew to really like these girls with each week that passed. The conversations rarely went deeper than sex talk, but it was enjoyable, nonetheless. By week six, and the fourth home game of the year, I finally opened up to all of them about Latrelle. By this point, Rachel and Lorenzo had slept together one night that she was his designated driver. They stumbled back into our apartment around 3 a.m., and unbeknownst to her I was still up talking to Latrelle over skype. We heard the whole thing unfold, and laughed so hard that I peed a little. Latrelle got a real kick out of that.

  The sense of comfort that Latrelle filled me with was one that I had never experienced. I opened up to him about my life, about my previous goals, and what led me to take this job. Our dates had become more and more frequent with each passing week. What started as just a movie, and then lunch a couple times the next week, soon snowballed into us going to dinner together three to four nights per week.

  The first time that he stayed over was the week after I told the other girls about us seeing each other. The four of them gave me a much needed pep talk and convinced me to plan a movie night with just the two of us. Rachel agreed to have plans the next Tuesday night, to give us some alone time. He showed up sporting that same heart fluttering smile, a white Ralph Lauren V-neck (that I could easily see through and visualize every muscle on his body), and a pair of cotton sweatpants. The sweatpants almost made me fall to my knees. Possibly, because I had not been with a man like this in too long a time to recall. Or, because they were an off shade of grey that matched his shoes and skin seamlessly. But, more likely, because I could see his outline through them. The sexual tension grew immediately. Everything around me became null. The only thing on my mind was what my eyes kept locking on to, almost to make sure it was still present. He caught my gaze below his waist one last time, and that was all it took.

  We did not make it through the movie. Hell, we did not even get the disc in before we were falling over each other. He gently kissed my lips, the same way he had multiple times up to this point. My shirt was off before we made it to my bed. His was off by the time my legs wrapped around his waist as my back made contact with the mattress. We remained in that position for a while, which built up the tension even more. He gently rocked his body back and forth, dry humping me while his hands explored the new territory. I could feel how big he was each time our hip met, through both of our pants. A slight pressure between my legs that made me increasingly hungry for him.

  I had never been with a black man before. Not for some moral code against interracial relationships, but rather because the opportunity had never presented itself. This fact made me incredibly nervous once what remained of our clothes fell to the floor, and I saw the true colossus that his sweatpants had barely restricted. It had to be eight inches by this point, and seemed to keep growing. My wide eyed expression made him laugh, which brought my comfort back. All I had to do was see his alluring smile to snap back to reality.

  “I want you.” Those famous three words, the only thing that I could muster.

  My thighs clenched him between them once he plunged deep into me. My mind escaped everything present, and the only existence was him. The pain subsided after a few re-entries, and then my body accepted this foreign object. I felt him against places inside me that I never thought possible to reach. My nails dug into his back, moaning marginally with each exhale. Our bodies fit together like the last pieces of a puzzle that I had been working on for 23 years. His left arm forced my right leg back and I felt the climax begin to surface. Breathing became more strenuous. Every muscle in my body quaked and my voice grew louder, screaming his name.

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sp; “I’m… Latrell… I’m… I think I’m going to…”

  “Me too, baby.”

  With one last gasp my eyes surged open and my arms wrapped around his torso and pulled him to me. My toes sporadically convulsed, almost as if they were gripping for something in the air. He made one last plunge into me. Sweat covered both our bodies like a fresh morning dew. His hand made its way to my face, and our eyes met again. He gently pressed his lips to mine, and muttered another three words that are famous in situations like this.

  “I love you.”

  What could I say to that? Sure, we had been talking for a few months, and had just made ‘love’ but was this the right time to exchange such a meaningful statement? Something that is so overused that it often lacks the luster that it should bring to a relationship. Love. What a strange word. A word that brings with it a command for devotion and loyalty. Did Latrell McKay love me?

  “I love you too.”

  I did not care to overthink this any further. He said it, so he meant it. And so did I.

  November came. Latrell had been playing astonishingly. I did my best to watch SportsCenter daily to learn and keep up with football to support his dream. Cal-State was 10-0, with just two games remaining for the year. If they won out, then they would assuredly go to the national championship game. Everything that I watched and read had Latrell pinned to be the next Heisman trophy winner, as well. They called him, “the best thing college football has seen since Johnny Manziel.” I was not familiar with this Johnny guy, but it sounded like an incredible compliment. I could not have been happier for him.

  With this increasing success, came a bit of a distance. Not a significant amount. He still spent plenty of time with me. But, I could not help but feel that he was being stretched too thin. He had rapidly become the most popular boy at Cal-State. He called me more for sex, than to hang out. But, the sex with Latrelle was so breathtaking that I can’t say I minded. When we would make plans to go on dates or late night cuddle sessions it would always fall through for either watching film for his upcoming game, going out with his “boys” or just being too dog ass tired to move from his bed. We were not comfortable with making our relationship open to the public, but an unspoken trust was implemented. He would be my only, and I would be his only.

  One night, I could tell he was trying to make up for being so busy. He texted me around midnight after a long night of film study.

  “Locker room is empty. I am waiting for you.”

  I jumped at the chance to get to see him. It had been a little over a week since we had sex at this point, and it was all I could think about.

  Sure enough, there he was, dressed in only his #2 jersey and white compression shorts standing outside the field house door. We moved promptly, both of us yearning for sexual contact. He spun me around so that my back was to him and pushed me up against his wooden locker. I felt his lips gently press against my bare shoulder. The tip of his tongue traced my spine to its endpoint. His hands embraced my hips and pulled my panties down to my ankles. Too anxious to take them off completely, I just pulled my left leg out for motion freedom, leaving them loosely hanging around my right like a silk anklet; and bent over for him. Those soft robust lips made their way from my butt, to my calves, and then retraced their steps back to my shoulders. His strength was always present, keeping a firm grip on every piece of my body that his hands encountered.

  “I missed you so much.” He gently whispered in my ear, in between ear lobe affection.

  “Show me.”

  He pulled my hips to him and I bent me over so far that my elbows rested on the bottom of his locker, almost parallel with my knee caps.

  “Oh shit!” I exclaimed upon first penetration. He felt so good inside me. Every single time; every single thrust better than the last. Latrell gave me everything he had to offer that night. It was so hard and passionate that I could hear a clapping of his skin against mine with each rhythmic blow.

  That was the last time we made love to each other before the Heisman ceremony. They had finished the final two regular season games, remaining a perfect 12-0 for the season, and clinched a spot in the National Championship. Due to the fact that his parents did not know about me, he asked me to stay home and not travel to New York with them.

  He was the youngest of the five finalists selected, and the odds on favorite to take the individual award home with him. I was a nervous wreck. He had not spoken to me since he left for New York two days prior. I kept telling myself that he was just busy, but things were gradually starting to change. He went out last weekend to a party and never called me to come pick him up. When I interrogated him about it he said that Lorenzo had taken him home. Since Lorenzo was Rachel’s player, this was the worst lie he could have told me. I did not extend the argument any further, even though I knew that Lorenzo was at our apartment all night.

  Rachel did her best to make me feel better. Our late night talks were the only thing keeping me from going crazy at this point. From the time I was old enough to have such thoughts, I had sworn never to let a man take control of my happiness. But, Latrell had snuck under my radar and done just that. It was like I was the Play-Doh, and his hands were playing with me like an elementary child.

  To make up for this, I ordered us some comfort food while she was out picking up ice cream on the night of the Heisman ceremony. I had been watching ESPN all day and needed to get out for a spell. Watching re-run after re-run of programming, just so I could see the highlights they showed of his unprecedented season. Just to see his body move around the field, so graceful it was like he was floating. Yet, so muscular he could do anything he wanted, make any play he wanted. The same could be said about me, I guess. He could have me any way he wanted.

  David’s Burgers was a local joint, and had been our favorite place to diet splurge since our freshmen year. I ordered our usual, to-go, and saw a familiar face behind the cash register.

  “Olivia?!” My old study partner, William exclaimed.

  “Will! Oh my goodness. How have you been?”

  “Oh you know, working here, finishing up grad school. Basically a hermit to the rest of the world.” He chuckled.

  “Being a hermit is nothing to be ashamed of.” I reassured him. “Sometimes I wish my life could be so simple.”

  “Hey, I never said it was a bad thing.”

  Smiling, I felt a burning sensation in my cheeks and cut him off. “So, I had a pick up order for Burke.”

  He retrieved my bag of greasy goodness and I handed him my debit card, feeling quite tense by the silence I had instigated.

  “We should get together and catch up sometime.” Will prodded.

  “Yeah. Yeah I would like that.” I said, nervously looking to his royal blue eyes and back to the ground. Good lord why did I have to be so damn awkward. Most people grew out of this crap by the time college came, let alone after graduating.

  We exchanged numbers and he sent me a text on my way back home.

  “Give me the right number? Ha.”

  “Of course.” I replied, followed by a smiley face.

  Chapter Three

  “He won!” Rachel screamed when the announcement finally came. “Olivia congratulations, he won!”

  I could not believe it. I mean, I could because he was the heavy favorite, and had already been labeled a first round pick if he came out to the NFL Draft after his sophomore year. But, I just never expected to be the girl who was seeing someone as widely renowned as Latrelle was.

  He finally called me when he landed at the Los Angeles airport.

  “Hey baby, I’m home.”

  Ugh. Just a few words and my emotions dissipated. I was waiting in his bed, naked when he got home.

  Nothing spoken, he dropped his bags and ripped off his shirt to reveal the tone brown body I had missed so dearly. I bit his shoulder out of sheer pleasure once I finally felt that girth I had longed for during those lonely nights without him. I was his once again.

  After they won then na
tional championship, life changed dramatically. His free time was no longer consumed with film study and practice, which meant more time for us to be together. More time for us to be together, meant more sex. We went at each other like rabbits, sometimes five nights a week. My vagina had grown sore from all of this, especially since he was so large. It took a lot for my body to fully accept his presence inside of it, but I fought through it. The football season was so devastating to my mental state that I would have followed through with him even if I was bleeding.

  But, life can only be perfect for so long. Five nights a week subsided to two, then to one, and finally to every other week. My body needed his weight on top of it. I needed to feel his hands grip the back of my head while I bent over for him. His time had again become preoccupied, however. This time it was his friends again.

  Early on, he would go to a party and I would be his designated driver. Drunk sex with Latrelle was often times better than it was sober, as hard as that was for me to comprehend. Both of our rooms were littered with scratches in the walls, and my headboard was hanging on by a thread. He was an animal and I loved it.

  But, similar to earlier that year, I stopped getting late night calls after a while. Being high strung, sex deprived, and curious, I decided to creep on his Facebook profile. His photo gallery was littered with photos of hot girls from Cal-State. Caked on makeup trash that made my stomach turn a million different ways. Approaching him about this resulted in multiple fights. We did not talk to each other the entire summer.