by B. B. Hamel
That was the man I wanted. That was the only man I wanted, the one who made my heart skip beats in my chest.
He finished his initial routine and went through another one. I watched and took notes, taking down my data. An hour passed that way, and by the end Gibson was sweating and tired.
“Okay,” I said finally. “I think we’re done here.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I was just getting started.”
“I’m sure. I wouldn’t want to mess up your machine.”
“Good point. My coach would be very annoyed with you.”
“I’d get chased off campus with pitchforks and torches.”
He laughed. “Probably. They’d burn you as a witch.”
“This is Mater Dei after all.”
He was sitting on the bench press as I took the electrodes off his skin. My fingers pressed against his chest, and he reached up, taking my wrist.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
“No,” he said, looking at me with an intense expression I recognized. “You didn’t hurt me at all.”
“Gibson,” I said, but it was too late. He pulled me against him and kissed me hard.
I knew this was coming, and I could have been prepared, but as soon as he touched me, I was completely lost, taken by him. He had a way about him, and I couldn’t resist it.
He kissed me hard and began to unbutton my jeans.
“Someone could come in,” I said, shaking my head.
He pulled my jeans down over my hips, ignoring me. He kissed my stomach and slowly pulled my panties down.
“Gibson, remember the janitor?”
“How could I forget?” he murmured, kissing along my stomach and down toward my hipbones.
“He could come in,” I reminded him.
“He won’t,” Gibson said.
“How do you know?”
He looked up at me and grinned. “Because I gave him a twenty earlier and told him to ignore this room for as long as those doors were shut.”
I stared at him, shocked. “Gibson!”
He just grinned at me and pulled my panties down. I gasped and put my hands on his shoulders as his mouth found my pussy.
“Shit,” I said.
“Wet already,” he mumbled. “Just how I like you.”
“Oh god.” I bit my lip as he began to lick my clit, sucking at me. He wasn’t messing around as he ate me, starving and intense.
I couldn’t believe he had bribed the janitor. I shouldn’t have been surprised, since that was the sort of thing Gibson would do, but still. He had bribed a man because there was a chance Gibson would get my clothes off.
Or let’s be honest. There was more than a chance. As soon as Gibson took his shirt off and began lifting those weights, I was dripping wet and he knew it. There was no question that I’d be like putty in his hands, or his mouth.
Which was exactly what happened. He sucked and licked my clit, working me, his tongue rolling around my skin, and I just held on to his shoulders.
He tugged my jeans down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He stripped my panties off and spread my legs wide. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against his mouth, kissing and sucking me.
I wouldn’t fight him even if I could. It just felt too damn good to try to stop it. His mouth knew exactly what I wanted and what felt right as he licked and worked me.
He suddenly pulled me down into his lap, my legs straddling him. He kissed my neck and my lips as I ran my fingers through his hair.
“You know what? All I do is think about how you taste,” he said softly in my ear. “All day long I think about it. I think about this pussy against my lips, the way you moan and squirm as I work you. I think about you slowly riding my cock.”
I reached down between his legs and found his cock, hard as hell in his gym shorts. I began to stroke him. “Oh yeah?”
“That’s right,” he said. “I think about every fucking inch of you.”
He stood up and moved me back. I watched as he stripped off his shorts and briefs. I pressed myself against him again, stroking his thick cock as I kissed him. I loved the feeling of his powerful muscles against me as his fingers moved into my hair. He tipped my head back and kissed my chin.
“I want to see you slide that pussy down my cock,” he said. “Right here, right now.”
He sat back down on the bench and pulled me back onto him. I spread my legs, straddling him again, but this time I slowly lowered myself down onto his thick cock.
I was soaking wet, and he easily slid deep inside me. I felt him press into me, every inch soaking and thick as he filled me. I stayed there, his cock deep inside me, and kissed his lips.
It was the most intimate and close I’d ever felt with someone. He stared into my eyes as I slowly began to ride his cock, rolling my hips up and down. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands helped guide my hips up and down, firmly cupping my ass.
It was absolute ecstasy. I took him in and out, our foreheads pressed together, his grunts in time with my soft moans. It was powerful as much as it was sexy, and thrills and waves of pleasure rocketed down my spine.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing my lips and pressing my hips down on his cock. He held me there, kissing me hard, before suddenly standing and lifting me. I laughed as he turned me, laying me on my back on the bench and spreading my legs wide.
He slowly pressed his cock deep inside me. “I need to come deep inside you,” he said. “I love seeing these legs spread wide for me, this pussy dripping wet.”
He began to fuck me like that, his thick cock sliding deep inside me, his skin slapping against my skin. I groaned as I took him, holding onto the bar supports above my head.
He began to work my clit with his fingers, fucking me on the bench press. His cock pushed harder into me, and I could feel my sweat rolling down my skin. Pleasure and desire rocketed through my brain.
He pulled back and took my hips, turning me around. I stood, straddling the bench, as he sat back and slowly pulled my hips back against him. I felt his cock slide deep inside me from behind as he began to fuck me.
I was totally lost in him again, completely out of my mind with the need for his cock. He pushed deeper and harder inside me, and I began to work myself back, sliding along his length, working his cock. I rode him like that, his hands rough on my hips.
He slapped my ass and I moaned. I could feel sweat dripping off my body as he fucked me and I rode him back, pushing harder and harder. I rode him wildly, letting his thick thrusts fill my pussy over and over again. He slapped my ass again and then slipped his hands around my hips to work my clit.
I could feel it coming. I could feel the orgasm inches away as I rode back, fucking him, slamming my body down against him.
“I’m coming,” I whispered.
“Say it louder,” he commanded.
“I’m coming,” I said again.
“Again,” he commanded.
“Oh fuck, Gibson, I’m coming.”
He took my hips and slammed his cock inside me, fucking me savagely and roughly as the orgasm hit me. I gripped the bench as he continued to fuck me and I lost control of my body. It spasmed and twitched, and I moaned his name, a smile on my face. I came hard on his thick cock, and he kept fucking me, working me.
“Fuck, Avery,” he gasped. “I’m going to fill your little pussy up.”
I could hear him groan as he gripped my hips. I moaned, wanting it, needing it so badly, and kept thrusting my hips back, sliding along his shaft.
Finally he came deep inside me, wet and hot. He held my hips hard, thrusting rough and deep, an animal filling my pussy. I loved every second of it, every single inch of him sliding deep inside me.
When we finished, we collapsed together on the exercise mat floor, his arms wrapped around me.
“Gym etiquette is we wipe off the bench after using it,” he said.
I laughed. “I think we’ll need more than a towel.”
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�I’ll tip the janitor again.”
“That might be for the best.”
He held me hard, and I loved the feeling of his breath coming in and out, even and secure. I felt right and comfortable there with him, and I knew that he could take me anywhere. I’d follow him wherever he wanted, no matter what he wanted, because he was Gibson. He was the strongest man I knew, the smartest person I’d ever met, and the funniest guy I’d ever been around. He made me feel right.
Gibson could handle anything.
29
Gibson
After cleaning up the weight bench and dropping Avery back at her apartment, I slowly walked back to my place, my mind buzzing with activity.
I had a choice to make, and I knew it was an important choice. It was the kind of choice that could change everything for me.
I was all in with Avery. I knew that for a fact within me. I knew that wasn’t changing anytime soon for any reason. The only problem still looming in front of me was the mafia, and I was still no closer to solving that issue.
I had a duffel bag of cash under my bed, practically burning a hole in my brain. Five thousand dollars just sitting there, doing nothing. I had planned on using that money for the baby, but I knew that made Avery uncomfortable. At this point, I didn’t want to do anything else that was fucking stupid and could mess things up for me. I wanted to do this right, although I really didn’t know how.
As I walked, I couldn’t help but think that the money itself was the problem. If only I could somehow get rid of that cash, then maybe things could be okay again.
I looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. For the first time in my life, I wanted something real. I wanted something more than just football and beer and women. I wanted Avery and my baby. I wanted stability. I wanted happiness.
As I looked back down, I knew what I had to do. I took out my phone, dialed a number, and made the call.
I was up bright and early. I went through the usual routine with Avery, Hynes hanging out in the background. It had gone from something strange and unusual to completely normal in only a couple of weeks. I had to admit, Hynes was a really good guy for putting up with it.
We left not long after that, walking together back to campus. I kept thinking about the night before, about her body sweating underneath mine and how we fucked rough and hard on that weight bench. It was by far the best sex of my life, mind-blowing and intense. I wanted every inch of her at every moment, and it was hard not to drag her into the bushes and fuck her tight pussy until she screamed my name.
But we lived in civilized society, and in civilized society you didn’t drag your woman into the bushes and fuck her brains out in the middle of a crowded place.
Unfortunately.
“What?” Avery asked me. “You’re staring at those bushes with a weird look on your face.”
I grinned at her. “Nothing.”
“Okay, weirdo.” She slipped her hand in mine. I smiled and squeezed. “How’s your day looking?”
“Better and better,” I said.
“Great. I have a bio test later. I’m terrified I’ll bomb it.”
“I doubt that. You’re the smartest girl I know.”
“Well, you are used to hanging out with cheerleaders.”
“That’s fair.”
“I know they’re not all dumb, but man, I’d like to think they are.”
“They’re not rocket scientists,” I said, nudging her.
“Good point.”
“Listen, I should tell you. I know what I’m doing with that mafia money.”
I could feel her tense. “Really?”
“Yes. By tomorrow morning, it’ll be gone and we’ll be free.”
She frowned. “How?”
“I don’t want to tell you, and I don’t want you to ask again. I’ll say it, but I know you don’t want to know.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it again. She nodded once. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Thanks. It’s going to be okay.” I squeezed her hand, because it was true.
“I know. I just worry.”
“Don’t. I’m not your average asshole. I don’t fuck around with this sort of thing.”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling slightly. “You’re definitely not average.”
We got to the spot where our paths diverged. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, kissing her. “See you later.”
“Okay.”
Her lips lingered before I turned away and left.
Class then practice then tutoring then sleep. The movement of my days were always the same, routine and practiced. That was how Coach Taylor wanted it, of course. He wanted us to be little machines going through our days, living and breathing and shitting and getting ready to perform perfectly during the weekend.
That was how I used to be. I went to practice and games, I partied when I could, and I fucked the girls who threw themselves at me. I was always careful, of course, but I never cared about any of them.
Until Avery came along and jolted me awake.
I stood in the parking lot of the old abandoned school again. It was late, around midnight, and I was alone. I tried not to feel nervous, but I couldn’t help myself. I was doing a stupid and dangerous thing, again, but I hoped this was going to be the last stupid and dangerous thing I did for a long time.
The headlights were late when they pulled into the lot. It was the same car, and the same man stepped out. He smiled as he walked up to me.
“Good to see you again, Gibson,” he said.
“Rafa.”
“You wanted to meet with me. I hope you came to a satisfactory conclusion.”
“I came to make a deal.”
“Oh?” He cocked his head. “A deal wasn’t part of what we discussed.”
“But that’s what I’m here for anyway.”
“Okay then. Let’s hear what you have to say.”
I took a deep breath and let it out.
“Last night I called my father.”
“Really? How’s he doing?”
“He’s still a drunk criminal, but I asked him something interesting.”
“What did you ask him, Gibson?”
“I asked him if he knew things about your organization, things you wouldn’t want people to know.”
“And what did he say?” That smile never left his face, not even for a second.
“He told me things. Not big things, not important things, but things that would be interesting for law enforcement to know about. My dad may be a drunk asshole, but he’s been a criminal his whole life.”
“Interesting,” Rafa said. “Very interesting. Now what’s to stop me from going over and killing your father right now?”
I shrugged. “That’d be fine. I actually wouldn’t care. But I saved that phone conversation.”
“Good,” Rafa said, grinning. “Very good. Now, why don’t I just kill you?”
He took a gun from his waistband. He didn’t point it at me, but he held it loosely at his side. My heart started beating faster in my chest.
“Because now I’m going to give you that five thousand back. I’m going to give you that money and you’re going to let me go. If you kill me, my girlfriend will tell the cops. She saw you and she knows where I am.”
“Interesting,” Rafa said. “And why don’t I kill her, too?”
“That’s a lot of bodies, Rafa,” I said. “Lots of scrutiny. Are you sure the cops won’t find something about you?”
Rafa stared at me, and his grin got even bigger. He began to laugh, and I watched him nervously as he doubled over, tears practically streaming from his eyes.
Finally, he got control of himself. He straightened up and nodded at me. “Okay, Gibson. Toss me the money.”
I picked up the duffel at my feet and threw it to him. He slung it over his shoulder.
“You’re a good kid,” Rafa said, “so I’ll tell you what. I’ll take this cash and we’ll call it even, but I’m going to hurt your father for talking.�
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“Good,” I said. “He deserves worse.”
“I know that.” Rafa laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve got some serious balls, kid. A lot of guys in my position might just kill you for fun.”
“I’m glad I’m not talking to those guys.”
“Me too. Truth is, the mafia is a business, and it’s bad for business when we murder football stars. I want you to think good thoughts about me, Gibson, and one day I might come to you. I might ask for a favor, something small, something you’ll be able to do, and I hope you’ll do it.”
I clenched my jaw. I didn’t like that last part, but I didn’t see how I had any other choice but to go along with it.
“Okay,” I said.
“Truth is, Gibson, I’m something of a football fan myself, which is why I’m involved in this at all. I should really break your legs, but I’m rooting for you to make the NFL. So, remember your friends.”
I nodded. “I can do that.”
“Good luck this weekend, Gibson.” Rafa grinned at me. “I’ve got money on you. Don’t let me down.” He turned, got back into his car, and drove away.
I felt completely drained as he left. I felt like I had given up something that I never should have.
But it was over. I didn’t think he’d ever be coming back. It was over, and I could finally go back to my life. Sure, my money problem was still around, but I had other ideas about that.
I started the walk back to campus, smiling to myself.
30
Avery
My phone was ringing, but I had no clue why.
I was only half awake. I lifted my head and saw that it was almost one in the morning. My phone started ringing again, and this time I grabbed it.
“Hello?” I answered, groggy.
“Avery, it’s me.”
“Gibson?”
“I need to see you,” he said.
“It’s so late. I’m seeing you in a few hours.”
“Please. This is important.”
I bit my lip and sighed. “Okay, okay. Where are you?”
“In the hall outside your apartment.”