by Jamie Knight
“Come on,” he says, standing up and holding a hand out to me.
I take it, because I figure I’m already doing things I never thought I would do, so why not this? Dancing is probably one of the least craziest parts of any of this.
We go out onto the patio where a band is playing sad, slow waltz music and he twirls me around. I watch the other couples dancing gracefully to the music and try to follow them. I surprise myself by finding it’s easy enough to mimic their steps because the lines their bodies make are clear-cut and definitive.
As he spins me some more, I gain some confidence, and try a quick dip.
“See?” Elias says. “You’re great at this!”
I can’t help but smile broadly back at him, despite the somber tone of the music.
Fake it ‘till you make it.
It’s what I’m used to doing in my career and in life in general, since I was raised so sheltered and never really know how to interact with people or be strong in situations without mimicking what other people do, but I didn’t know it would serve me so well when it came to dancing.
Elias and I start to get into perfect sync, the rhythm of our bodies matching each other as we dance. It’s incredibly sensual. I never knew I could get so turned on by dancing the Tango but I guess there’s a reason that the dance is known to be a passionate one, telling the story of love and hate – it’s almost as if it’s telling Elias’s and my story.
After several more songs, Elias gives me a quick peck on my neck and says, “Shall we head out?”
The Malbec I’d drunk during dinner seems to be affecting me now more than it was then. It must be because of the music and the mood.
I nestle my head against his chest for one more moment, breathing in his scent and telling myself to always remember how I feel tonight.
“Yes,” I tell him, when the moment has passed.
He walks up to the band and gives them a very hefty tip. Then he takes my arm once again and says, “And now for the grand finale. The moment we’ve both been waiting for. Or at least, I sure have, anyway. Because now I’m going to take you back to our hotel room and make sweet love to you.”
It’s certainly a perfect way to end a lovely date. I know I shouldn’t give it up on our very first one, but I feel like Elias has earned it, by flying me out here for such a unique occasion.
Plus, I think, as I squeeze his hand excitedly as we walk on the cobblestone street back to our hotel, I don’t think I can wait another moment longer, either.
Chapter 14
Elias
No one would ever guess that a big, cocky football player like me would know how to dance the Tango. And I prefer it that way.
It isn’t something I like to shout from the rooftops. But with all the stress that comes from being a pro football player, having secrets, such as this tucked-away resort I like to come to, with the adjoining restaurant by the sea, seems to keeps me sane.
It wasn’t that I ever set out to learn the Tango, but if you hang around these parts enough, you’re just kind of forced to. I had a good pair of husband and wife dance teachers who insisted on dragging me out there one day a few years back and showing me how it was done: the man would do the moves beside me and I’d mimic him.
But I’d never danced as passionately or fully as I did with Stacy just now. There is a chemistry between us that is unmistakable. And a connection that is palpable.
It didn’t hurt that she turns me on so much. All I wanted to do while we were dancing was devour her. My cock was so rock hard.
In that sense, I guess it did hurt, both our dancing time, and my physical position. I decided we had to get back to the room, pronto.
Now that we’re here, though, I almost feel like I’m back in middle school. Something about Stacy Allen turns me to jelly and makes me weak in the knees.
Not that I’m going to show it, of course. When I feel that effect coming over me, I decide to tell her to get on her knees.
“It’s time for your second dessert,” I tell her. “And I would hate to get any on your clothes, so take them off.”
She obeys me, stripping off the pretty red dress she’s wearing, and getting down on her knees on the floor. It’s so hot I can’t resist parting her legs with my hands so I can feel how wet she is, which I soon find out is somewhere between soaking and drenched.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, hurrying to take off my own clothes.
“Wow,” she says, as she looks up at me. “I love the tats on your pecs and abs.”
She reaches a hand up and then runs it down over the six pack I work so hard on at the gym. And I have never been happier that I do. I grab her hand, forcing her to stop, and slip my cock into her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moans, her pretty eyes looking up at me as her mouth is full of my dick. “How did you know I was wanting to do this at dinner?”
Because we’re meant to be, I want to tell her, but that would sound soft, so I say, “You know I’ve been wanting to ram my cock down your throat since the minute I first saw you.”
Her nipples are hard, as if they’re calling out for my attention, so I reach down and play with them while I fuck her face. She takes my cock like a champ, deepthroating me while I squeeze and pinch her nipples.
I bend down a bit to have better access to her hard little clit, rubbing it while squeezing her nipples. In the process, my cock comes out of her mouth a little, and she starts sucking on the head of it, and reaches down to cup my balls in her hand and play with them, without me having to tell her to do that.
She really is my dream girl.
I love her juicy ass and her big, full breasts. She is my perfect type physically, but emotionally, there’s also a strong connection between us. I love her personality, which is a mix of feistiness mixed with naivety.
It’s as if she’s a bit scared of the world, but she’s not going to let that stop her from exploring it.
I slip my fingers inside her folds while my thumb still circles her nub. She’s moaning as my cock is filling up her mouth again, and with my other hand, I pull her hair a bit and bring her face even closer to me.
My cock is far in her mouth; it feels wrapped up and warmed by it. It feels so good that it begins to pulse and throb.
I want to cum on her face, to watch it dribble down her chin and onto her breasts, where I could slide around on it and titty fuck her and then use that as lube to fuck her tight little asshole.
But first, I want to pop her cherry. To take her pussy as my own for her very first time. So my other fantasy will have to wait. I’m sure there will be a lot more opportunities for me to do it.
“Come here,” I tell her, standing her up and leaning her over the bed. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
She nods, just as I’d expected. But I’m glad for the confirmation.
I spread her pussy and ass wide open, loving to see her curvy body as I’m about to enter it. She looks back at me with an innocent smile.
“Is that okay?” she asks.
My cock is so hard it feels like it’s going to burst.
Of course it’s okay. It’s perfect.
“If you think you can take my full ten inches, it’s okay,” is what I tell her instead.
She clears her throat and looks down at my big dick. Then she nods again.
I reach down and feel that the juices from her pussy are dripping out into my hand. She wants me so bad, I don’t even need to use any lube.
“I’ll try,” she says, sounding a little bit dubious.
I love the tone of her voice. It’s reluctance and hesitation mixed with anticipation and desire.
I’m about to make her mine, and I couldn’t be any happier.
Chapter 15
Stacy
This is it.
I’m finally about to lose my virginity.
Elias is looking at my body like it’s a delicious snack he wants to devour. It’s even more of a craving than I saw in his eyes earlier, for the food at his favorite rest
aurant.
And my pussy is aching for him as he spreads it wide open. It’s as if my body is on display for him.
I would normally feel like an idiot, letting someone see every inch of me, but now, with Elias, my vulnerability is like a turn on. I love that he sees everything about me and does anything that he wants to me.
“You’re dripping wet for me,” he says, his fingers buried deep inside my pussy.
I lean back some, so that he can push them in even further. Then I rock back and forth on his hand, feeling his fingers fill up my pussy hole as his other hand reaches around to play with my clit.
“Mmmm,” I moan, close to orgasm.
Elias has a way of making me feel so very good, and I’m really glad we finally get to have sex.
I start to grind all over his hand as I feel my nerve endings explode.
“Yeah, that’s it, cum on my hand, Stacy,” he commands me. “Then I’ll make you cum on my cock. Fuck yeah.”
I come down off my high as he holds his cock and starts rubbing it around on my pussy and ass. I want him in my pussy so bad that it physically hurts.
“Please,” I say, quietly.
“What did you say?” he asks, his big cock pressing up against my ass cheeks.
“Please fuck me.”
“You want me to push my cock inside your wet, tight little pussy and take your virginity?” he asks me.
“Yes.”
“And you don’t just want me to, you’re begging me to.”
“Yes. Please take my virginity. Please, Elias.”
I’m reduced to a quivering, begging mess but I can’t seem to stop. My entire body is calling out for him, my nipples erect and alert, my pussy dripping juice down onto my thighs. I feel pathetic, but I also love the feeling, of needing him so badly that I have physical as well as emotional signs of it.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he says, spanking my ass slightly.
I love how it stings a little bit, without hurting too badly.
He reaches down and I look back to see that he’s got a condom in his hand that he’s opening from the wrapper. He hurries to put it on and I wait, a little impatiently.
And what I love even more is how he takes ahold of my ass cheeks in his hands and says, “Okay, but just remember you asked for it. I sure hope you can handle this.”
I nod, biting my lip and bracing for impact. But all I feel at first is the head of his cock up against my pussy lips. He pushes it in slightly, causing me to stretch open just a bit.
“Mmmm,” I moan, glad that it feels good because I hadn’t known what to expect and had been fearing that it might hurt.
“You ready for more?” he asks me.
I nod again, and I can feel more of his cock slip inside me, filling me up and stretching me out.
“Oww,” I moan slightly, as I feel some of that pain I was anticipating.
“It’s okay,” he says, his hand coming down to stroke my clit. “It’ll feel amazing really soon.”
“Alright,” I tell him, instinctively trusting him.
His hand on my clit feels so good. I rock back and forth on his cock a little bit, which is now half in, half out of me. I love how it feels when my pussy walls clamp around it.
“Yeah, there you go,” he says, the hand that’s on my ass rocking me gently so that he can fit inside me even further. “You like how I’m popping your sweet little cherry, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I call out, only feel pleasure now, instead of pain.
“I love seeing your curvy body completely naked,” he tells me.
I can tell that he’s getting into it more now. When he’s all the way inside me, he tenses up a bit, as if holding back. But then he plunges into me as far as he can go, letting out a groan that betrays his true feelings.
He wants to be strong and tough and not let on that I’m making him feel so good, but he can’t help it.
The thought feels me with even more passion. He thrusts his cock in and out of me, while I ride it, rocking back and forth and sliding all over it. It’s really slippery, because of all the juices dripping out of me.
“I’m coming!” I cry. “Elias, I’m coming.”
“Fuck yeah. Cum all over my cock. I love how it’s splitting you in two and you’re just riding it like a champ.”
He’s grabbing my ass cheeks harder now, closing them tight so that all of my insides are hugging his cock. He spanks me a bit more forcefully. He’s all the way in, cramming my pussy so tight.
“I love how your pussy lips stretch so wide for me,” he says. “It feels so good to be inside you.”
His tone is more tender now. His breaths are coming out heavier.
“Stacy,” he says, as he pulls out of me a bit before shoving himself back in.
That final thrust seems to be what he needed. I feel his cock throb and pulse inside me. And then, with sweet release, he says, “I’m coming. This feels so good. I love this.”
I love this.
That was dangerously close to I love you.
It seems as if the cocky, rough exterior of Elias Turner has broken for me. He loves to be with me, and I love to be with him.
I hope we can keep doing this for a really long time.
I just also hope that we don’t get caught.
Chapter 16
Elias
Game day is fast approaching, and I’m giving Stacy that interview I promised her. She has certainly owned it. As the lights of the camera are flashing in my face, all I can seem to focus on is her.
Her gorgeous face.
Her curvy body.
Her feisty personality.
I love all of it.
“So, Mr. Turner, what is one thing you hope to take with you out onto the field with you for the Superbowl?” she’s asking me.
I know she’s talking metaphorically, but I wish I could answer, “Your panties.”
“Faith,” I tell her instead.
“Faith?” she says.
Coach Kramer looks at me and nods, undoubtedly thinking of my book of meditations.
“Faith that my teammates and I have what it takes to win this game, after a whole season of working hard and working together,” I tell her. “Faith that the people I love have my back and that love makes us strong, not weak.”
She smiles at me, and I know it’s not just because I’m giving her great answers for her story. No, she knows why I’m saying all of this: I’m absolutely smitten with her.
I’ve been struggling with the feeling of being open and vulnerable with a woman. It’s completely not my normal style. But with Stacy, everything feels right, especially after our amazing date in Argentina, and I know I have to give into love.
I feel such strength and protection for her, as if I always want her to be mine. I still haven’t figured out who attacked her on that day in the locker room, though, and that’s bothering me. I make a note to check with my friend who I had texted about it.
As the interview comes to an end, though, all I can think about is kissing Stacy. I know we shouldn’t risk it here, with so many people around, but I can’t help it. I want her bad.
Afterwards, I find her in the prepping room, and no one else is around. I close the door and stride quickly across the room to her.
“My love,” I say, swooping her close to my chest and kissing her.
She kisses me back, passionately, but then steps back.
“We shouldn’t be…”
She stops and looks at me.
“Did you just call me your love?”
Right then, saving me from having to answer, luckily, since I had let that slip out unintentionally, someone barged inside without knocking.
“Stacy,” that someone drawled, fake sugary sweet.
Of course that someone had to be Kirsten Donnelly. I hated how she was always so cruel to Stacy, but then again, I knew that neither of us should take it personally. Kirsten was cruel to everyone.
“Kirsten,” Stacy nods curtly, doing a good job
of acting as if she and I had just been talking and that we hadn’t just been locking lips.
That was really close. It could have been worse, since we had already broken away by the time Kirsten entered, but it was still scary.
“I told you I’ve got my eye on you,” Kirsten says to Stacy, and then shifts her gaze to me. “No one on my radar has seen you two locking lips in the locker room or out and about town, but that doesn’t mean I’m convinced. I’ll continue to watch you like a hawk until I break this story about you.”
She turns around and leaves in a huff, and I raise my eyebrows at Stacy, who says, “What a bitch.”
“She’s doing a story about you?” I ask, mostly feeling amused.
“She sure wants to be,” Stacy says. “She’s been a huge thorn in my side.”
“Kirsten’s just jealous,” I tell her. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Yeah, but she’s pretty conniving and determined,” Stacy says. “And both of us have a lot to lose. Listen—”
I had started to go in for another kiss, but she’s pushing me away.
“I really think you and I should cool it until after the Superbowl,” she says. “I would hate for us to be discovered and for either of us to experience negative consequences to our careers because of it.”
“But it’s so hot to have to sneak around,” I protest, with a mock pout.
“Very funny,” she says, shaking her head at me.
At least I got her to smile a bit.
“In all seriousness,” she insists. “Please. We can get back together during the off season but for just a little while longer, we have to play it safe.”
“Okay, honey,” I tell her, doing my best to play off the fact that I’m kind of hurt. “Whatever you want.”
Just when I was starting to open up to her, she pushes me away. I know she has her reasons, and they’re great ones, but I don’t fucking care what anyone else thinks. I want her to be mine for good. I guess I’ll just have to wait until after the big game, but I’ve never been one for patience.
“Did you just call me honey?” she asks me, in that playful tone of hers that I love.