“Then we probably won’t see each other after tomorrow. Until you get back, I mean.”
Anna’s stomach tightened a little. She’d known that Kyran’s schedule would catch up to them.
“We could go out tomorrow night or Tuesday. Practice on Tuesday is earlier than usual, seven a.m., to prep before Wednesday’s travel day.”
“Kyran, as much as I’d love to see you, I can wait until next Saturday.”
“There’s still the matter of not wanting you to be alone.” He’d eaten some, but his concern was on her.
“I could call my friend Tracey. I’m sure she’d stay with me until you come home.”
Kyran’s eyes brightened, his fork resuming its plunder of his gravy-covered sandwich. “That’ll work. Fair warning, come Saturday you’re mine for the remainder of the weekend.”
Anna smiled easier, letting her foot continue massaging his slightly softened penis. With a little footwork, she got him rock-hard again. “Like I’d complain about that? You’re on, hero. Just watch out, I’ve got some ideas for you.”
“Do you, now that’s something to look forward to.” Kyran dug in while Anna worked on her turkey. It was delicious. She bet if he’d made it, it’d be even better.
After a few minutes, Kyran put his fork down. “Anna, I want you to think about something.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
“For the rest of August, Coach gives the players Saturdays and Sundays off. But the weekdays will get busier, with practices starting early and going late. We’ll have to work out how to see each other during the week. For now, how about living with me on the weekends?” he suggested.
“Only the weekends?” she asked, wondering where they’d go from there.
“Well now, I’m really not comfortable with you living alone,” he said. “If I had my way, I’d have you move in with me now.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” She did love him, but living together after one weekend of mind-blowing sex might be rushing things.
“Which is why I’m asking for your weekends,” he replied.
She was aware that the Alexandria Griffins’ season opener was set for the second Friday in September. His travel would become more frequent when the season was in full swing, as the team would be away on alternate Friday nights. They still had a few weeks before school started. Hopefully she’d clear up the situation with the school board tomorrow and resume coaching. She had to deal with the mascot job. Time was going to get tighter. They’d have to adjust their schedules and appreciate the time when they could be alone.
“Your condo or my cottage?” she asked, thinking.
“I’d prefer my condo since it’s more secure,” he said. “We could go out, make love, cook, whatever you’d like, make the weekends just for us. Football, school, everything else takes a backseat.”
“No more sex in the back of that SUV then?” she asked real softly.
“Why limit ourselves to a vehicle? Sex in a car has its rewards. Just as it would if we went into the bathroom right here and fucked each other’s brains out.”
“Ah, no, can’t risk another spread in a gossip rag.”
“True! Anna, don’t you want to keep seeing each other?”
“Of course I do, Kyran.”
“Football season is probably the worst time to start dating someone. I’m not the easiest person to live with when the team loses or I make mistakes. Yet I want to date you, find out where we are heading.”
“I’m not easy to live with either. Dating takes adjustment, I know that,” she said. “Don’t forget, I’ll be at the stadium working the crowds when you’re in town.” Unless Griffins management pulled the plug on her job, something she’d worry about tomorrow.
“And I’m glad,” he added. “What do you think?”
“I’d like to stay at your place on the weekends,” she admitted. “We’ll need to be honest with each other. If you decide you want out, tell me, okay?”
“Same goes. Understand something, this means we’re exclusive. I won’t fuck around on you, get me?”
“Told you, I won’t do that to you either,” she said, glad.
“We fell into step together real easy the last few days. Things won’t always be this easy.”
“You know,” she began. “Crazy as it sounds, I think we can figure a way around the bad days.”
Kyran grinned, looking satisfied.
“You’ve got a touch of gravy there,” he suddenly said, leaning over to swipe her lip. There wasn’t any gravy. He used the motion to tuck his hand under her chin and pull her across the table.
Miraculously, she didn’t get any gravy on her elbows or shirt as Kyran kissed her softly right there in the diner! A few patrons chuckled, then continued on with their own conversations.
As they finished their dinner, Anna stroked him under the table with her foot, teasing him real good. Kyran paid the waitress, leaving an excellent tip.
When he stood, he drew Anna out of the booth, keeping her in front of him. “I’m so going to make you pay for this,” he warned under his breath, poking her in the butt with his tented fly.
They got into his black monstrosity and were on the road before they really spoke. Anna was very aware that Kyran was hard, his attention on driving. She was also aware that she was so wet he might actually smell it.
Because they needed to pick up some overnight stuff for Kyran, he cruised into his condo, doing the usual salute to the gatehouse guard and driving through with ease.
They were parked, SUV off, garage door down, still in the front seat.
Without saying a word, he unhooked the belt and looked at her. Brow arched in a dare, he flicked open the top button of his shorts.
The drag of his zipper invited her to unbuckle her belt and kneel on her seat to see him. Kyran’s fly was open, his shorts and boxers pushed down his hips. His big, thick cock was waiting for her.
He still hadn’t said a word. He didn’t have to. She knew what she wanted to do to this gorgeous man’s erection. Without saying a thing, she shifted around and draped her body over the consol. A little uncomfortable, she relaxed when she came face-to-face with his cock.
Aware that she’d gotten him to that state with her foot, she licked him, root to tip. Lapping at the head, she played and sucked the way he liked, adding her hand to pump him and work him harder. His harsh breaths rewarded her. Pre-cum splashed her tongue, all hot male and salty. Seeking more, she tongued the opening, sipping more of him.
The flex of his abs enticed her to take him deep, then draw back to suck his glans. Easing her grip, she caressed his testicles, their softness fascinating to her. Breathing him in, he smelled masculine, earthy, but clean. She tongued his sacs, had him growling. Pleased, she played, licking one, then the other, sucking ever so gently, never threatening pain.
Kyran’s hand came to rest at her nape, moving her head back to his penis. Parting her jaw, she lowered her mouth over him, letting him thrust in and out. Pulling up, she toyed with the rim, swirling her tongue around and around, savoring him, sucking the plum-shaped head.
“Yeah, suck me. Like that, so good.” Anna worked him, her fingers sliding beneath his balls, cradling them, knowing how sensitive they were. Testing his responsiveness, she caressed him. His thighs widened as far as the front seat and his shorts allowed. Greater access given, Anna explored his cock, scrotum and perineum.
His cock was drenched. She swiped some saliva onto her finger, teasing it around the rim of his puckered ass. Sucking him, she pressed the way he’d done to her before, right on the rim without causing discomfort.
“Pull back, gonna jet if you do that,” he grumbled, so hoarse he barely made a sound. His abs taut, legs splayed, he was beautiful.
She didn’t pull away. She sucked, bobbed, played. Breaching his tight rim with her finger, she drew on his glans, felt his balls tighten. Inching into him up to her first knuckle, he bore down. Taking her thrust further, until her middle finger sank in as fa
r as it could go, he damn near bucked her off on a violent surge of his hips.
“Dammit! Fuck me. Yeah, baby, fuck!” Pushing a bit more, she fingered his ass, not afraid because this was Kyran. His ass was wet from her saliva and his fluid.
Never once thinking she’d do this to a man, she took charge of his pleasure. And he loved it! Loved the way she sucked him and fucked him with her longest finger.
His whole body bowed in a beautiful arc, his muscles shook, head rolled back. Hot, quick bursts of semen splashed her tongue, filling her mouth. As he thrust erratically, his hand on her head kept her steady.
She took it down. Completely unafraid to take his seed and keep licking him through his orgasm, she didn’t miss a single salty drop.
Finally, Kyran’s hands went to her shoulders. He still shook.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
“Think I kinda did,” she murmured, turning her face to look up from his lap.
“God, I love you, baby,” he said, helping move her over the consol, letting her rest against his warm chest.
“You’re saying that because I swallowed.”
“Nah, real deal here.”
“Real for me too,” she said, meaning it. “And I really liked being called baby, more than sugar to be honest. Made me feel special, connected to you.” She didn’t say young, but she was gaining confidence in him, more so, in herself as his lover.
“Anna, we’re going to work out, you know?”
“I do,” she agreed.
“Good, then go on inside and head upstairs. I’m going to make love to you. Then we’ll go to your place.”
Anna shifted up, let him rearrange himself. She still tasted him.
Inside his condo a few minutes later, Kyran let her run upstairs long enough to wash and brush her teeth. When she came out of the bath, he was there, carrying her to bed.
“For what you just did for me, I’m going to reward your pussy. This time, you’ll need to trust me.”
Anna waited, watching him fish inside his bedside table. Quickly, he found a black satin cloth.
“Um, Kyran, is that what I think it is?”
He looked up, his mouth set, his eyes on her face. “Think you can take this blindfolded?”
She’d never tried. He’d already introduced her to anal, spanking and mild control during their sex play. She’d like to give her pleasure totally to him this way. He’d willingly let her handle him in the SUV. She could give right back.
“Yes,” she answered, very aware that they were venturing toward bondage. She wasn’t quite ready for the hard stuff though. He must have guessed, introducing her one step at a time.
Kyran knelt on the bed, reaching out to stroke her face. “If you get uncomfortable at any time, you let me know. I want you to have this pleasure all for yourself. I’ll never hurt you, Anna.”
“I know,” she agreed.
He bent forward, kissed her softly, caressing her jaw. The blindfold was hidden from her, though she knew where it was. He placed it by her thigh. Feeling more relaxed after his kiss, she let him put the blindfold over her eyes.
It was soft, dark, intimate. Curious, Anna caught her breath as he stroked only her face at first, his calloused fingers sweeping over her forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, up her jaw and back to her forehead. Her breathing eased, her body softening.
“If I were a painter, I would like to paint you,” he told her.
“That would be nice,” she murmured, thinking he was talented enough with his hands to be an artist. “Do you draw at all?”
“Not what I meant. I’d like to paint you, your body, just to see the colors and twists and turns of your skin. You’re fair and soft, those freckles deserve loving.” His stroking moved down her throat to her shirt. With a little awkward shifting, he removed her blouse, then shorts, leaving her in bra and panties.
“Speaking of freckles…” His lips replaced his fingers and swept over the little freckles on her nose and cheeks. Kisses continued, but she couldn’t see. She could feel the press of his lips, the touch of his tongue over the freckles along her shoulder, down her arm. Once she thought she knew his pattern, he switched angles, kissing the vulnerable junction between thigh and hip, tickling a little. Hands joined lips and tongue, slightly rough, sometimes wet from his mouth.
Squirming, Anna had never felt more treasured. She wanted him to take her. Yet if he did now, she realized it would be too soon. This was what she craved, this intimacy and selfless loving from a man who wanted her. It was completely right to give her body and pleasure over to Kyran like this. She loved it, loved him.
Taking his time, he kissed and caressed her from head to toe. From what she could feel, she was certain he didn’t miss a freckle. Clever lover that he was, he knew when to open his mouth, when to nibble or touch with his quarterback’s hand. Soon, he was easing her bra and panties off. The shift of the mattress told her that he’d tossed them off the bed.
Then he kissed her mouth, taking her higher with need. His tongue drove between her teeth, skimmed inside, seduced. She knew he was clothed, could feel the slight abrasion of his shirt and shorts against her naked skin.
“Take your clothes off,” she said.
“Not yet,” he whispered against her lips.
Warm from his body, she let him spread her thighs. Unable to see exactly what he was doing, it took a tap of his hand at her knee to know she should bend her legs. Using the position to brace herself, she wondered what he could see, hoped he liked it.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he praised, the brush of his hair against her inner thigh warning of his intent. Even better, he’d taken to heart what she’d said about his nicknames for her. He did use them a lot, it was his way. She liked when he used them. But he’d listened and adjusted to what she preferred.
A breath of air touched her clit, compelling her to widen her legs more for him, bracing her feet on the bed. Broad shoulders fit perfectly between, keeping her spread wide and open. He kissed her center softly, a barely there sweep of his tongue. The gentleness against her ultrasensitive clit and vulva was exactly what she needed after a long day.
Remaining gentle, his tongue parted her vaginal lips, drawing her flesh into his mouth. He suckled each side, leaving no part of her unattended. Then he settled in for a long, slow tongue thrust into her vaginal slit. In and out, up and down, sometimes driving her hard, sometimes so slow and tender it was like a butterfly’s wings whispering there.
Orgasm gripped her suddenly, unexpectedly, blessedly beautiful. She canted toward his mouth, his tongue licking inside her walls to catch her wetness.
Easing back down, she’d thought he would stop. He didn’t, he continued, returning to the slow, patient caresses and loving he started with. Head to toe, he made love to her with his mouth and hands, leaving nothing untouched or unloved.
Two orgasms later, Anna was hoarse from screaming. He paused long enough to let her hear the shuffle of clothing and tear of a condom wrapper.
“I’m coming inside you now, Anna.” At last he settled into where he belonged, finding her sex to slowly flex and pump, each pulse pushing him a little deeper.
As his cock ultimately settled deep inside, he grabbed the blindfold and tugged.
Blinking rapidly, she smiled. He was looking down at her, leaning in to kiss her mouth, chin, breasts and throat. Anna’s legs went around his waist, holding him as deep as she could, letting him take her for a long, slow ride.
———
The following morning at six, Anna’s bedside alarm woke them at first light. Unlike Sunday morning, they didn’t shower together. Kyran made coffee and hearty oatmeal for breakfast. It was good, old-fashioned, calming.
It was nice to have him in her cottage. His presence kept her safe since the phone company hadn’t gotten around to changing her number yet. Her voice mail had forty-seven messages. Some from paparazzi reporters, some were just weird. There’d been a few that asked Anna’s secret for keeping up with a guy like
Kyran Black, especially at her age. One had been from team management. They wanted to see her as soon as possible.
She’d been worried, wondering. But her man calmed her, letting her know that everything was fine between them, reporters be damned. He’d take care of her mascot situation, protecting her with the help of his agent, Alexander Grant.
When they’d arrived late the night before, she’d called Tracey, who’d agreed to come and stay with her during the week. Now they had to face reality.
A school board meeting and the possibility of being suspended from her job. Anna hadn’t wanted to think about it.
While Anna dressed, Kyran called Alex. The two men talked for a good fifteen minutes.
By seven, they were cleaning dishes when he said, “Alex told me our lawyer got the restraining order signed by a judge late last night. Brenda Jamison will be served first thing this morning. She can’t come anywhere near the two of us.”
“That’s something positive to think of,” Anna said.
“Yeah, that, and the fact that Detective Johnson found out that Brenda’s security guard boyfriend helped her Friday night by setting off that alarm to keep the guards concentrating on the other side of the stadium. He’s claiming to be her source. The guy’s suspended until further investigation is done. Apparently, he told the editor-in-chief at the Journal that he saw the two of us together on at least one other occasion.”
“He’s the one who saw us together in the parking lot last winter, right?” Anna asked. Kyran nodded. “The boyfriend wasn’t that nice guy we met, right?”
“Nah, he’s on our side,” Kyran said. “He gave a statement that helped the judge sign the restraining order. He’d watched us walk to my SUV. Saw Brenda rushing to her mini-van and jumping in like she was after a hot story or something.”
“Did he see her leave?”
“She left ahead of us, remember?”
“Yes, by a few seconds. Wonder how she ended up following us.”
“Easy, she drove slower once she was out of sight. We were distracted, parked at that rest stop, got sidetracked.”
“God, let’s hope that’s the end of the pictures.”
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