by B. B. Hamel
“I love seeing this pussy up in the air, ready for me, begging for my big cock.” I felt him slowly press himself deep inside me. He slipped inside so easily. I was dripping wet.
I groaned as he slowly thrust into me, still working my clit. I had to grasp the table hard to keep from moaning wildly. I could feel it building inside me as he fucked me deep and rough.
I began to work my hips, wiggling and bucking them as his thrusts got harder and deeper.
“Oh that’s what you want?” he asked. “You want me to fuck this pussy harder?”
He grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust hard. I let out a low moan.
“Oh shit, you bad fucking girl. You want me to fuck this pussy rough.” He slapped my ass and began to thrust hard into me.
I worked back against him, starving for it, needing it. I could feel the orgasm building, playing at the edges of my body. He fucked me hard, rough, savage. He was an animal working my body, and I took his thick cock deep inside me. I gripped the table, trying to be quiet, but as the orgasm came closer and closer, I could hardly stop from moaning his name.
That only made him fuck me harder, though. He slapped me hard, rough, and slammed his cock into me. I took him, my legs spread wide, and bit down on my lip to keep from practically screaming his name.
That was when the orgasm completely overtook me. I worked my ass against him, bucking and riding his cock as he fucked me. The orgasm rolled through my mind, taking me completely over and tightening every muscle in my body. I gripped the table hard just to stay upright.
But he didn’t let up. He kept fucking me like an animal, taking my pussy as his own. I came so hard that I nearly fell over, but he supported me, fucking me roughly, unrelenting.
As my orgasm passed, he pulled his cock out.
“On your knees,” he said.
I obeyed, dropping to my knees.
“Suck my cock. Swallow every drop.”
I unhooked my bra and obeyed. He felt my breasts as I sucked him fast and hard. He groaned, feeling my nipples.
It didn’t take him long. He was already on the edge. He came in my mouth, heavy and thick, groaning the whole time. I took every drop and swallowed it, starving for him, wanting him so badly I could barely control myself.
And slowly he finished. I licked him clean, sucking off every last drop. When he was finished, he collapsed back against the table.
I stood and pressed my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close against him.
“That was fucking madness,” he said, laughing.
I smiled. “I think I almost blacked out.”
“God, you’re fucking incredible, Avery.”
He kissed my lips and pulled me close. We sat there, completely naked in this study room, not caring about anything in the world but each other.
Gibson gave me what I wanted. I wanted him, his strong body, his rough hands, his incredible cock. I wanted him to make me feel so good that nothing else mattered.
Gibson always gave me what I wanted. And I always wanted more.
27
Gibson
I had Avery on my mind the next day. Avery was the only thing I could think about. She came over early that morning, took my vitals, and walked with me to class.
Things seemed easy. We talked, joked, and laughed like nothing had happened. Five thousand dollars in cash was still stashed under my bed, but that didn’t seem to matter anymore.
As I went through class, I kept thinking about the mafia and that man. He had asked me if I wanted to throw an entire game for more money, but he made it seem like I had a choice. And I knew what my choice had to be, especially considering the way Avery had reacted.
I had to say no. Even though that money could set us up, there had to be other ways. I couldn’t risk alienating Avery again, not when we seemed to be moving past that first issue.
Classes dragged by, and I just kept thinking about Avery. When they were finally over, I headed back toward my apartment, knowing she’d be meeting me there.
I had never felt like this before. I’d been with plenty of girls in my life, but Avery was the first one who made me excited to just be around her. I wanted to strip her fucking naked and lick that pussy until she screamed, sure, but I also wanted to talk to her after. I wanted to make her laugh, and I wanted her to make me laugh. I wanted to be close to her and to feel her breath against my chest, and that was something I’d never really wanted before.
I didn’t get close to people. Too many times in my past I got fucked over by people close to me. And ever since I got famous playing college football, people wanted things from me. It was really hard to tell who was a real friend and who just had their hands out, wanting more and more than I was willing to give.
Cathy was like that. She just wanted to be around because I was a football player. She didn’t really give a fuck about me at all, and that was clearer and clearer every day. She only ever threw herself at me when I won games.
It was different with Avery. She didn’t seem to care about football all that much, and she barely asked me about it. She seemed more interested in asking about my past and getting to know me as opposed to learning about my football insights.
That was so rare for someone like me, and that just really drew me toward her. It made me think she was real.
And the baby inside her was real, too. That was the realest thing in my life. Before, I had myself to worry about. I had to worry about making the pros because that was my dream. But now I needed to make the pros because I needed the money to take care of Avery and our baby. I wasn’t playing for just my team and myself anymore. I was playing for Avery and our baby.
That motivated me more than anything else could have.
I got to my apartment and stepped inside. I changed into my practice clothes real fast, and not long later I heard a knock at the door.
I pulled it open, expecting Avery. Instead, the mafia man, Rafa, from the other night was standing there, smiling at me.
“Hey there, Gibson,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Just checking up on you.”
“You can’t be here.”
“Relax,” he said. “I’m just here to chat.”
“I don’t have anything to say.”
“Well, we left something important between us. I wanted to hear your thoughts on that.” He smiled that confident smile. “Let me in?”
“No,” I said, stepping out and closing the door behind me. “My roommate is in there.”
“Okay. Then we’ll talk in the hallway. Have you considered my proposal?”
“No,” I said. “I’m not doing it.”
He grinned and nodded. “I thought you’d say that. I figured you were having second thoughts.”
“If you’re here to convince me, don’t bother.”
“Well now, there’s a problem, Gibson. You see, we want you to throw a game for us.”
“I said I’m not doing it.”
“Yeah, I know what you said. But if you don’t do it, I’ll leak our little secret to the media, and maybe I’ll break your fucking knees for good measure.”
I stared at the man named Rafa, surprised by the anger rising up inside me. This man was dangerous, probably a killer, but the only thing I wanted to do was beat his ass down into a bleeding little pulp. I figured I could do it, too, though I wasn’t sure if he’d actually kill me or not.
I didn’t have to make that decision. I heard someone come up the stairs and stop at the top. I looked over, and Avery was staring at us.
Rafa looked over at her and then back at me. “Consider my proposal, Gibson,” he said. “Decide fast.” Rafa walked away, nodding at Avery as he passed.
Avery watched him go and then looked at me, confused. “Who was that?”
I sighed, shaking my head. “You don’t want to know.”
“Gibson,” she said, sounding worried, “tell me.”
“Tha
t man was from the mafia,” I said. “He wants me to throw a game for them or else he’s going to expose me and maybe break my knees. I don’t know. the threat was a little vague.”
“Gibson,” she said softly.
“I told him no,” I said. “I’m not getting involved with them anymore, Avery.”
“Do you have a choice? You can’t risk them exposing you.”
I smirked at her. “What happened to you wanting me to stay far away from them?”
“Of course that’s what I want, but I also don’t want you to lose your entire life because of me.”
“It’s fine,” I said to her, shaking my head. “I’m not doing it. I’ll figure something else out.”
She looked terrified, but I gently got her into the apartment. “We’ll talk more about it later,” I said softly to her. “I have to get going soon.”
She nodded and went through the routine with me. She wrote down her data in her notebook while Hynes cracked jokes.
She laughed with Hynes, but I could see the fear in her eyes. She was terrified of what I had gotten myself into, and I didn’t blame her.
I was in deep. The mafia clearly wasn’t going to let me go so easily.
I had to figure something out, and fast.
28
Avery
The look that man gave me as he left Gibson’s apartment building was burned into my mind. It was sly and cocky but full of malice. Frankly, he terrified me, and I knew instantly what kind of man he was.
Gibson didn’t try to deny it. I was happy that we were past trying to lie to each other, but I was terrified about the implications of that man’s visit. Gibson tried to downplay it, of course, but I knew what was going on.
As soon as he got involved with the mafia, they had him. They could do whatever they wanted with him, including blackmailing him, just because he had done that thing for them. They had nothing to lose by going public, and Gibson had everything at stake.
And that terrified me. He had made this life-changing decision, and now he was thrown into this horrible situation. I didn’t know what he was planning on doing about it, but I was afraid for him.
It was Tuesday morning and I was over at his apartment again, in a sleepy haze of no coffee and pregnancy aches. I took his vitals and said hello to Hynes before walking with him back to campus.
“What are you going to do with all this data anyway?” he asked me as we headed down a thin path between buildings.
“I’m not sure yet,” I admitted. “I need to get some control data, someone who isn’t a top athlete.”
He laughed and gestured. “Plenty of that around.”
“Good idea. I’ll just go up to random guys and ask if I can study them.”
“That’ll work, but not in the way they hope, I bet.”
“Oh I’m sure they’d want me to study them right in the middle of campus.”
“You’d be surprised. You’re a good-looking girl.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Why do you think all guys only want to fuck me?”
“They do,” he said. “I mean, more or less. If you wanted to sleep with almost any guy on campus, you could probably make that happen, assuming they’re all single at least.”
“So I can have sex with any single guy I want?”
“Exactly.”
“That’s just dumb.”
He laughed and shrugged. “Yeah, probably. You should do a study about it.”
I rolled my eyes and he laughed again as we stopped at a fork in the path. He needed to go right, and I needed to go left. We split up at this point every day we walked together, and every day I wished I had a few more minutes with him.
Today, instead of nodding and grunting goodbye, he pulled me against him. I was so surprised, but I didn’t offer any resistance. He kissed my lips, and I was positive people were staring.
When he was done, I put my hands on his chest. “What was that for?”
“Marking my territory.”
I hit him gently, smiling. “Come on, seriously?”
“No, not seriously. But this is my territory, isn’t it?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m not a piece of land or something.”
“Fine.” He kissed my neck. “You’re not my territory. You’re just mine.”
“Okay,” I said. “That’s better.”
He kissed my lips again and then let me go. “See you after practice, science geek.”
“Later, jock.”
He grinned and then started walking again. I stared after him for a second, breathless, before finally heading off to class.
I moved through the day in a light daze, mindless and smiling to myself. That hadn’t exactly been some big profession of love or whatever, but he’d admitted that he wanted me.
I finished up class and then headed over to Gibson’s apartment. He had already gone through his afternoon practice while I was sitting through a biology lecture. I knocked and Hynes answered.
“He’s late,” Hynes said.
“What?”
“Gibson’s late. Come on. You can wait inside.”
“Oh,” I said, and headed in. Hynes nodded at the couch and then disappeared back into his room.
This was unlike Gibson. He didn’t normally run late. He had only a few minutes to himself after practice and before tutoring, and he normally used that time to scarf down some food while I hovered around him.
He showed up a few minutes later, a little out of breath and sweating.
“Hey,” he said. “Sorry.” He threw his stuff down. “Let’s do this.”
I guided him to the couch. “You okay?”
“I’m great,” he said, grinning. “I have a little surprise for you actually.”
“What’s that? There’s not a ring in your pocket or something?”
He laughed. “No. Not yet. Maybe after I get drafted or something.”
“Oh great. Now I have something to look forward to.”
He grinned at me. “How would you like to watch me lift weights?”
I sighed as I went through my vitals routine. “I don’t know. Sounds boring.”
“For your study.”
“Ah,” I said. “Well then. Maybe.”
“I got us some time at the gym after closing, for real this time. No sneaking in the back door.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep, seriously.”
“That’d be really good for the study,” I said slowly. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He took my chin and pulled me close. “Now say thank you.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling.
He kissed me. “Anything, anytime.”
I finished up his vitals and he got up. “All right, I’m going to rinse off and then run the hell out of here. I’ll see you later?”
“Sure. See you later.”
“Same time as last time.”
I nodded, grabbed my bag, and then watched him disappear into the bathroom. I wished I could follow him in there and watch the water run down his body, but instead I turned and reluctantly left.
A few hours passed, and I found myself standing outside the gym again.
It felt pretty familiar, standing there alone in front of the closed gym. This time, though, I had a pretty good idea of what was actually happening.
Gibson showed up a few minutes later. He smirked at me as he approached. “Ready to see how a real man lifts?”
“Can’t wait,” I said, sarcastic.
“Come on.” He opened the front door and I followed him in. A man was standing behind the front desk, and he nodded at Gibson as we approached.
“Thanks for this, Jim,” Gibson said.
“No problem. Just lock up on your way out.”
“Will do.”
The man smiled at me and then headed out, carrying a bag.
“Who was that?”
“The manager here,” Gibson said. “He’s a friend of the football team.”
“Everyone is around her
e,” I said.
“That’s true.”
I followed Gibson into the gym. We headed right over to the back part of the space. He shut a pair of heavy double doors, closing us into the room together.
He took off his shirt and I got out my equipment. I strapped him up to the Holter monitor again and started getting his baseline vitals before we began.
“So, how much weight should I lift?” he asked.
“We’ll start out small.”
“Aw, come on, let me show off these guns.” He flexed, smirking at me.
“Right now, I’m the scientist. You’ll do as I say.”
“Damn, girl. I think I like that.” He laughed.
I blushed. “Cut it out. This is professional.”
“Yeah, right.”
I finished setting him up and then he went and began his lifting routine.
“I’m keeping it light at first, as requested,” he said. “The lifting coach gave me the green light to do this routine for you, so don’t worry about my training.”
“I wasn’t worried,” I said.
“My body is a machine, you know,” he said. “Any change could throw me off.”
“Oh yeah. You’re such a machine.”
He smirked and kept lightening his weights. I tried to concentrate on the data streaming into my laptop from the heart rate monitor, but I kept glancing up at his muscles. He was clearly enjoying himself and was playing it up for me, lifting slowly and making faces.
I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t used to this side of Gibson. Normally he was so serious, but he suddenly seemed like he was letting down some kind of guard. He was actually really funny and lighthearted when you got past all that other crap.
And I was realizing more and more that everything else didn’t matter. I was pregnant with Gibson’s baby, and Gibson wanted me. As far as I was concerned, everything else was just a circus. All of the pressure he was under, the money and the fame, it was irrelevant to me. The only thing I cared about was him, the man in front of me lifting weights and making jokes.