by Nicole Casey
He wrapped an arm around me, hugged me tighter and said, “It seems pretty serious. Mine can wait, if you want.”
“No, go ahead,” I told him.
“The next NFL season is still months away,” he revealed. “But I have a big game coming up in two weeks. There’s an All-Star special event taking place in London and we’ve been negotiating about it for months. My agent just called and said it’s confirmed – I’m joining the game.”
For a moment I was set to comment on that statement but instead, I turned to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He hugged me tighter and turned to me, shifting my kiss to his lips. He pressed back, kissing me even further until at last he parted my lips and dug his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues lashed and I felt like a sudden heat wave flashed over me, like every inch of my body was on fire.
Damon pushed forward and before I knew what was happening my back was down on the couch and he was on top. His lips continued to devour mine and our tongues danced in lust and ecstasy as his hands roamed over my body. I melted into his touch and squirmed only in pleasure when he found his way underneath my clothes and up to my breast. When he squeezed I gasped so softly but even then the faint whisper of my moan turned him on. My voice only drove him on and he began to massage my tits as our kisses continued to inflame our desires.
“God, you’re still so beautiful,” he whispered softly into my ear before he lashed his tongue out and licked my skin.
The heat and moisture of his licks turned me on further and almost instinctively I spread my legs and he wiggled his way in between them. His other hand reached down and slid down underneath the fabric of my panties. My eyes shut tight and a moan escaped my lips the moment I felt his fingertips grace my already-soaking wet pussy lips.
“D-Damon,” I called out to him in the midst of my cries. “Fuck me. Fuck me!”
“Baby you don’t have to beg twice,” he answered and pulled down on my shorts and panties in one go. As soon as my pussy was free and exposed he dropped everything and made his way down until his tongue found its way between my legs.
“Aah, oh God it’s so good,” I moaned out as Damon began to devour my soft, tight little pussy. He lashed out with his tongue and ravaged the lips of my flesh like a hungry animal. He didn’t stop and continued to dig in like I was his last meal on Earth.
“F-fuck, fuck!” I yelled out when he began to apply pressure and kisses not just against my lips and walls, but also on my clit. Merely rubbing his lips against it sent shockwaves across my body and I shuddered as he pressed on.
My fingers clawed at him, raking through his hair and down his back, but he welcomed my wild enthusiasm and rewarded me with a soft slap on my tits. I growled and smiled back at him, my eyes squinted in pure ecstasy.
Damon undid his pants quicker than I could see and he had his monstrous cock dangling down at me in no time. I grabbed it like an anxious schoolgirl and squeezed tight. Even then, with all my effort, I couldn’t wrap my hand and fingers around the girth of his meat. It was that big.
A quick moment of silence and uncertainty passed between us. In that moment I saw him look into my eyes. Even in that short amount of time, I saw the depth of his affection for me and perhaps some essence of pity. I didn’t know why but it made me feel warmer inside instead of angry and unsure.
“Damon,” I whispered before our dance of lust would continue. “I’ve always loved you.”
“Do you love me still?”
“Fuck me and let’s find out,” I answered vaguely, with the sultriest voice I could muster. That was the kinkiest thing I had ever said in my life and I could only hope that it would lead to the inevitable climax I was hoping for.
Fortunately for me, it did. Damon didn’t waste another breath with words and plunged his cock into my warm and aching pussy. As soon as he thrust in and penetrated through my flesh and walls I felt a surge of pain like nothing before. The shock reverberated through my body, from head to toes, but instead of pushing him away I welcomed him closer. I wanted more and as he gave more I felt the pain wash away and it was replaced with nothing but a mind-numbing ocean of pleasure.
Everything faded into the background – even my conscious mind. There was nothing important at the moment but the way our bodies melded into one. My moans echoed through the walls of his condo and our bodies washed with sweat and cum.
I couldn’t recall how many times I came that day. I just knew that I did and my orgasms further locked my mind away in some faraway place. It was a long while before I came to see our surroundings and it was after a few minutes after that I realized we had taken a nap in his bedroom instead of the couch we began having sex on. When I turned to my side, however, I saw Damon was gone.
At first I panicked and thought he had left me there. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d wake up after having sex with him just to see him gone. Yet a few minutes after I heard clanging in the kitchen and it occurred to me he was making coffee.
I smiled, sat up and waited for him to return.
7
Damon
When I got back in the room Emilia was already awake. It was just marvelous to see her naked and seated up on my bed. She was hotter than any other girl I’ve ever had. Even now it was shocking how I had ignored her for so long.
“Hey,” I greeted as I walked back in and handed her a mug of black coffee. I placed mine down on the bedside table and snuggled back right beside her on the bed. She took her coffee, sipped, and with her other hand grabbed my cock and gave it a quick squeeze.
“Mmm, that’s so good,” I exclaimed when she stroked my shaft. Her touch was so delicious it was getting me hard all over again. “You’re so good.”
Emilia giggled and blushed. She then told me, “Okay, I’ll spit it out: I’m the one who broke the ‘no sex’ rule we had.”
I laughed and hugged her tightly, “I wasn’t going to stop you. I’ve been thinking about you ever since college, you know?”
“Really? So why’d you leave me?”
Fuck. I knew that question would come up and I didn’t really have a good answer. I squeezed her with my embrace and just blurted out the truth.
“You want the honest truth?” I asked. “I didn’t intend to leave you. I just did, for no real rhyme or reason. I had NFL try-outs back then, you were going to leave town for your business pursuits and I figured it would have been just a one-night stand…”
She nudged me with her elbow and sneered, “So I was really just a one-night stand?”
“No, actually, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. There were times when I wanted to email you, message you on Facebook or call you.”
“So why didn’t you?” she asked me.
I sipped my coffee and placed it back on the bedside table, “I was nervous, scared and unsure. I didn’t know if you were mad at me or if there was a chance we’d get to be together the way we are now.”
“You should have at least tried,” she told me. “I was waiting. I thought of messaging you too but I was worried my email would get buried amidst all the fan-mail you get.”
She was right. I should have at least tried but I didn’t. I was sorry about that, I truly was, but there was nothing we could do about it now. The past was done and we were here in the now.
Thinking about that reminded me she had something important to say. I knew it was beyond just the exchange of “I love you” and having sex.
“What was it you really wanted to tell me about?” I asked her, shattering the brief silence between us.
“Do you really want to know?” she asked. “If I say it, do you promise that you won’t just leave me again? I really need to make sure of this.”
Her words took me back a little bit. Was it really that shocking? What was it that she was hiding from me? It just made me think about this revelation even more. Even though I was starting to feel a little uncertain about pressing on I just had to know now.
I nodded and promised, “I promise that no matter what this is about
and no matter what you have to say I will not leave you. I will never leave you. I waited five years for a chance to spend time with you again and we spent the past few weeks getting to know each other – genuinely getting to know each other – and those moments made me realize how much I need you.”
“I hope you mean it because what I’m about to say is going to change everything,” she told me. “I like how things are… it’s like being in a real relationship and I’m scared that if I tell you this one thing it’ll change.”
Jesus, woman, just say it! I was starting to get a little impatient but I knew I had to just shut my mouth and let her take her time with this. I just gave her a kiss, hoping it would let her I would stand my ground and by my words.
“Whew,” she then sighed in relief. “Okay, here it goes. You better be ready for this. I trust you, you know?”
I nodded and waited for her to drop the ball. When she did speak again I felt the whole world suddenly crash down upon me.
“Jeremy’s your son.”
8
Emilia
He was silent. He just sat there, his arms around me, and stared into the distance. I didn’t even know what he was looking at but I was damn sure it wasn’t the television. When I looked into his face it just looked blank.
“Damon?” I called out. “Are you okay?”
A great fear began to swirl in my guts. Maybe it was too soon to drop this information on him. Maybe it was all-wrong. However, I didn’t want to get into a deep relationship with him – and regularly have sex with him like this – without letting him know the truth. Jeremy was his and he had the right to know that.
“Y-yeah, I am,” he answered. “How sure are you that he’s mine?”
I giggled and tried to lighten the mood, “I didn’t fuck anyone else before or after our graduation night. I did try to move on and date someone else but by then I was three months pregnant and I dropped all attempts so I could focus on just staying healthy.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? It’s been so long,” he asked me.
“You were a rising NFL star,” I answered. “Could you imagine the trouble you’d be in if the world found out that the rookie of the year had an illegitimate son out there? It’d be a scandal. Now, however, the media won’t bat an eye.”
He scoffed, “What? Am I old news now?”
I shook my head, “No, it’s not that. What I mean is it won’t be much of an issue since you’re already a veteran player. When the people find out, they’ll just go ‘oh, he’s had a son all this time’ and just accept it.”
“There’s no way we can be sure of that,” he tried to point out. “I might lose my position in my team if this goes out to the public.”
Now I really felt worried. The heavy feeling in my gut sank and I was going down with it. I looked up at Damon and asked, “What are you planning to do?”
Damon didn’t answer immediately. He just leaned back against the headboard, finished his coffee and stared blankly at the television on the wall. He gripped my hand, gave it a squeeze, and just soaked in the moment as he pondered about his options.
I didn’t rush him. I knew this was something really important and difficult to think about. His whole career was on the line. He had been in the NFL for five years now and I was sure he still had another five years or so in him before he’d call it quits. I couldn’t just expect him to throw all of that out the window for a kid he just met a few weeks ago.
After what felt like forever he shifted in his seat and looked at me, “Let me think about this. I need some time to really consider what to do.”
I was so disappointed. I knew it would be impractical – and a little stupid – to hope he would accept Jeremy and I wholeheartedly and say he’d jump right in to be Jeremy’s father. Despite that I had hoped he would do so and now I felt crushed.
“I-I understand,” I told him. I couldn’t help but push his hands off me and I scooted a few inches away from him, hurt by his course of action.
Damon turned to me and tried to hug me closer but I shrugged him off. He then said, “Come on, Emie, you can’t just expect me to jump up and down in joy. I love Jeremy but there’s so much ahead of me right now. I need to think about this. It’s not an easy thing to deal with. It’s not like we’re choosing between apples and oranges.”
I bit down on my lip, preventing myself from lashing back, and took a moment to pause and sort out my thoughts. When I was a little calmer I said, “I can’t say I’m not a little bit disappointed. L-Look, we’re both a little shaken, okay? I’ll just go home right now. I’ll let you sort your thoughts about this.”
“Emilia,” he called me by my full name. “Look, just trust me on this. Let me deal with the game in London first, okay? Let me handle this one at a time and I’ll get back to you about Jeremy.”
For the first time since I got to be with him again, I felt the urge to just smack him in the face. He was seriously considering his football career over bonding with Jeremy as a real father. Maybe he was just as childish and irresponsible as I thought he was years ago.
I couldn’t handle it anymore though. Just when I thought everything was working out just fine and dandy this all had to happen. I wished I didn’t spill the truth to him just yet.
“Damon, take me home,” I told him as I got up from the bed and slowly began to dress.
“Emie, you don’t have to go,” he tried to beg. He reached out and patted the bed, gesturing for me to come back. “Just get back here. We can talk more about this when I get back from Europe, okay?”
I shook my head, “Damon… this is something you have to be ready to decide upon right now. Are you ready to be a father or not? Even if Jeremy wasn’t yours, would you be ready for the responsibility if you got me pregnant today? What would happen then?”
Damon hung his head in defeat. He knew he had nothing to rebuttal my challenge. He really needed to think about the course of his life. I literally just derailed him but that was how things were – Jeremy was his and he had to face that reality.
“Come on, you have to be a little fair,” he snapped back. “You don’t understand the magnitude of this information. I have a big NFL career in front of me. What do you have?”
That really flared me up and even Damon knew he just said something stupid. I wasn’t going to let it go though and shouted back, “Fuck you! While you’re out there playing games I was raising your son while running a damn fucking hotel. I’ve been dealing with a legit business. And just for your information, I know the magnitude of this kind of information. I’m the one who carried him for nine months in my womb, you freaking idiot. How do you think I felt when the doctor told me I was pregnant?”
I must have really struck a chord because he turned dead silent. Damon didn’t dare utter another word and simply slid out of bed to dress up. When we were both ready, he let me head out first and took me back to the car.
The drive to my place was in awkward silence. I could feel he wanted to say something. He must have been thinking of something to fix this and make everything all right but he didn’t utter the words.
Whatever he was going to say they were gone with the wind. I didn’t even care to look back and watch his car drive off. I just stormed into the home and waited until Jackson, Amy and Jeremy got back home from their shopping spree.
Damon tried to text me. He tried to call. I didn’t give a damn and just ignored his attempts even into the next day. I was still a little unsure.
I knew I was being unfair. I made him promise to be civil about this but I was the one losing my shit over his decision to take this situation nice and slow. However, my disappointment was over the roof. I needed to think about this as well.
9
Damon
Damn it, Emilia. If she didn’t want to talk to me, fine. I could forego all of that. I didn’t need all that bullshit drama in my life. I had a big game coming up. I had to just focus on that right now. My future was in the NFL and the opportunities that it brought al
ong. Commercial deals, sponsorships, endorsements and maybe cameos in television shows or movies – all of those could be mine if I kept on pursuing my career. All of those could vanish if I dropped everything to play husband and father for Emilia and Jeremy.
At the same time, however, I wanted to be there for them. I was falling for Emilia so fast it felt like I was dating her ever since that night in college. Losing her now would be a big blow that I might not recover from.
Then there was Jeremy. He was only four and just a little kid but he was mine. That fact alone was something I had to wrestle with… I mean, holy shit I have a kid of my own.
I spent the next few days debating about this revelation at Mercury Wild. While I wasn’t going to tell Trevor, Marcus and the others about Emilia and Jeremy I did let them know I was at a crossroads in my life. Fortunately for me, they were being really good friends and just decided to drink along with me.
For the rest of my free time, I spent it out of town, going back to my team and my agents and coach so I could prepare for the game in London. I wasn’t the best quarterback in the NFL but they gave me the position for this European game. This would let me prove myself to the rest of the NFL that I could be the best player in the world. I could guarantee myself an MVP award if I led the team to victory in London.
Before I knew it, the thoughts of Jeremy and Emilia had once again faded into the background. There was nothing left in my mind except the sound of football players slamming into each other and the feel of the grass. There was nothing to bother me except for the strategy of each play and the goal of scoring another touchdown before each session was over.
After a week had passed, I was solely focused on the game. By the day of the game itself, I had nothing else – no other agenda – but the game. We were going to win and I was going to make sure that would happen.