by Eva Luxe
“What can I offer you to drink?” he asked. “I have wine, but nothing too girly. I live alone.”
I liked that about him: that he lived alone. I didn’t want anyone else to kill the sexual tension that grew between us by the second. I wondered briefly what had happened to Jacob, and why they weren’t bunking together, but they were both grown men with careers. It seemed like maybe Jacob was married now. Of course, that would be why they weren’t living together anymore.
“Wine sounds great,” I said. I watched Kyle move around his kitchen. He wore jeans that were faded in all the right places and a collared shirt that stretched across his arms and back, letting me know there was more than meets the eye. He searched for a wine glass but ultimately offering me a coffee mug instead.
“Sorry,” he said. I laughed. This was completely Kyle.
I took the cup of wine and clinked it against his whiskey tumbler. I was already feeling light and airy after the wine we’d had in the restaurant, and my guard was lowered with the alcohol and the memories of the past that seemed to blur with the present the more time we spent together.
“So, what have you been doing since we last saw each other?” I asked him. I had told him my life story, but he had avoided talking about his.
Kyle pulled up his shoulders. “I had a bit of a dip, I have to admit. But after that, I pulled myself together and did my final exams to get where I’m at. That’s pretty much all there is to it. It’s not very interesting.”
“I think you’re interesting,” I said, glancing at him. My voice sounded different than it usually did— full of desire. Because I wanted Kyle.
When I’d been with him in the restaurant it had been easy to keep my composure, to control myself. I hadn’t been tipsy then, and we had been in public. Now I had too much wine in my system. Thanks to my fitness regime it didn’t take much at all.
Now that we were alone, it was harder to behave, especially if his eyes kept slipping to my lips the way they did, as if he was thinking the same thing I was.
Kyle shifted closer to me, sipping his whiskey as I finished my wine. We talked about silly things and about what it meant to be a cheerleader, that I was much more than shaking pompoms around and screaming, “Go Team!”
“For one, the level of fitness is like that of a professional athlete,” Kyle said.
I shook my head. He was so close, his large body trapping me against the counter. He could trap me, pin me, anytime.
“It’s not that serious,” I said, struggling to keep track of what we were talking about. “We train hard, but I don’t think athletes would think we’re working hard at all.”
“You do work hard. I can see it,” Kyle said. He ran his hand down my arm, and I shivered. “I could always see it. Your body is damn hot, Maya.”
He stopped at my wrist and moved his hand onto my hip. He pressed his body against mine so I had to tip my head up to look him in the eye. His eyes were on my mouth. My breath hitched in my throat. Kyle put his hand on my jaw; his fingers touched my neck under my hair and closed the distance between us.
I forgot about everything I might have wanted to say, everything I thought, everything that had happened since we’d broken up. It was just me and Kyle, and everything he was came flooding back to me in a kiss that was an echo of the two years we spent together in college.
I knew this man, I knew the way he kissed me, held me. I knew the shape of him, the freckles on his nose and the green flecks in his eyes.
None of which I could see, because the moment his lips had touched mine, my eyes had fluttered shut.
The rest was a dance we had done many times in the past but never to full completion. We had never made it to the end of the dance, so here was our chance.
He put his hands on my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his body, pushing them into his jeans to squeeze his ass. He’d always had a fantastic ass, and even though he didn’t play anymore, it was still delicious.
When he pulled the cups of my bra down, taking the dress with it, he sucked one nipple after the other into his mouth. I gasped, tipping my head back. He abandoned my nipples to kiss me on the mouth again, grinding his hard cock against me through his jeans.
I reached behind my back and undid my bra, pulling the dress over my head, letting it drop to the ground. He stared at my breasts like he’d never seen them before when in fact, he had. We had made it around most of the bases— we’d just never hit a home run. I pulled his shirt over his head so he was topless, too, then stood in only my thong before him.
Kyle grabbed my ass with both hands and hoisted me up so that my legs were around his waist. We kissed, his tongue in my mouth, my hands in his hair as he carried me to his bedroom. I yelped when he dropped me on the bed.
He kicked off his jeans, but I sat up and pulled down his shorts, setting his dick free. It was hard and eager, silk over steel with a forest of hair around the base. I shifted so my legs hung off the bed, and he stood between them. I took his dick between my hands, curling my finger around his base and sucked him into my mouth.
He groaned when I did, and his hands went to my hair, his fingers tangling in it. It was all so familiar, the same as it had been years ago, yet new and exciting at the same time.
I bobbed my head back and forth, cupping his balls with my free hand, fucking him with my mouth. I wouldn’t have to go on for very long before he stopped me. A moment later, he pulled back, putting his hands on my face.
“Fuck, Maya,” he said, breathing hard. I knew what he was saying: it had been mind-blowing and that he woudn’t be able to endure much more of my sweet torture.
“Take me,” I said and lay back on the bed, shifting so my whole body was on the mattress. “Take me for my first time.”
He looked incredibly turned on and also relieved.
“I knew you were still a virgin,” he said. “Saving it for me.”
Kyle crawled between my legs, and my thighs fell open for him. I didn’t need any more foreplay. I had already been wet when we’d started, but sucking him off had truly gotten me going. It turned me on to know I was giving him pleasure.
“Hang on,” he said and stood up, walking to the nightstand.
He retrieved a foil packet, ripped it open and rolled a condom over his perfect cock. I watched him walk around the bed again, showing him hunger with my eyes.
Kyle joined me on the bed again and positioned himself at my entrance. I gasped as he slid into me. He eased into me gently, but it still hurt.
I tried not to call out in pain, gripping his skin in my fingers. He noticed me tense up and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll show you the time of your life. Just relax, my love.”
The way he called me his love drove me crazy. I relaxed and opened up my pussy for him as he pushed his cock all the way in.
“That feels so good,” I moaned, loving the feel of his cock inside me, filling me up completely, for my very first time.
“Good,” he said. “Because it feels amazing for me.”
He thrust in and out of me, splitting me open, pushing into the hilt now. It was like he knew my limits and wanted to take me there and beyond. His smell, his taste, his skin were so familiar that being with him felt like coming home.
And the feeling of him inside me, big and rigid, was an all-new sensation. It only took a few more pumps before I had my ograsm. I shuddered on the bed, my body convulsing around his cock.
Kyle grinned at me. “That’s my favorite part,” he said.
I blushed, but I didn’t have time to feel shy. He blew every thought away when he started hammering into me, fucking me. His body hovered over mine, elbows resting on either side of my head, breathing hard in my ear. After a while, I put my hands on his hip to stop him.
“My turn,” I said.
He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I clambered onto him, straddling his hips. I lowered myself onto his dick and moaned as I did. I shifted a little, getting comfortable. I leaned forward, my hands on either side of hi
s head, flipping my hair over one shoulder so it wasn’t in my face or his, and focused on riding him.
“God, Maya,” Kyle groaned as I slid up and down his dick. His hands were on my hips, guiding me, but I didn’t need direction. I knew exactly where I was going. “How’d you get so good when you were a virgin until just now? This feels fucking great.”
I didn’t know where I was getting the nerve to go all out like this, but it simply felt right. I loved giving in to him and losing control. And now, I loved being on top of him.
I rode him harder and harder, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone in the process. My breasts swung back and forth inches from his face, my hair swept over his chest and the feeling of his cock burying deep into me every time I rocked back was an ecstasy I hadn’t known in a long time. Kyle was still the best fuck.
The friction on my clit pushed me over the edge. I collapsed on Kyle’s chest, my body contracting and clamping down on his dick. I cried out in his ear, my breathing erratic.
Kyle held still, waiting for me to ride out my orgasm. When I could breathe again, he closed his arms around my body and pounded into me from underneath, bucking his hips and holding me in place. I cried out and lifted my hips slightly to give him space to move.
He pounded into me faster and faster, and judging by his breathing and the look of concentration on his face, he was getting closer and closer. I wanted him to release inside me.
The moment I thought it, he pulled me tightly against him and pushed into me as far as he could. I felt his cock jerk and spasm inside me, and it pushed me over the edge again. We rode out the wave of ecstasy together as his cock throbbed inside me, and I got tighter and more sensitive.
Finally, Kyle pulled out of me. I rolled off him, lying on the bed, gasping for breath. Kyle shifted to the edge of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, the condom had disappeared. I appreciated that he had taken the steps to be safe. It was a sign of respect, and it meant a lot to me. When he crawled back onto the bed, he pulled the covers back, and I climbed into bed with him. I didn’t want to get dressed and go home. Not now.
Not when I had just found him again.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” Kyle said. He pulled me against him, wrapping his body around me. He planted a kiss on my hair, and I closed my eyes, falling back into our old routine of cuddling that we had done before, not bothering to think about what it meant for us now.
“Me, too.”
Chapter 7 – Kyle
When I woke up, I wasn’t alone in my bed. Maya lay next to me, her brown hair fanned on the pillow and her body curled like a question mark. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes pressed against her cheeks, and she looked as young as I remembered her from our college days. I lifted my hand and brushed the back of it down her cheek. It was to check if she was real, to see that she wasn’t an apparition.
I couldn’t believe she had spent the night, any more than I could believe she had accepted me and we’d had sex for the very first time. It was something from a novel, the kind of dream that usually didn’t become a reality, and then I realized with a shock that it was the first thing to go my way in years.
God, last night had been perfect. At dinner, we had slipped back into our old ways, talking and laughing, even joking as if none if it had occurred, as if the years that had gone by hadn’t happened at all. Maya had always projected an easy comfort that I could slip into, a way of being that resonated with me. And she was stunning, her dress and her hair and her eyes. Everything had been mesmerizing.
I was thrilled that she’d wanted to come home with me afterward and vowed I wouldn’t ask her to do anything she didn’t want to do. I’d told myself I would let her call the shots.
But the sexual tension had been electric in the air, and I hadn’t been able to stop myself from kissing her. It had gone downhill from there, but I was relieved that she’d felt the same way about it. She’d instigated our sex as much as I had. After many long nights in the past of her saying how she had wanted to save it, she’d given it to me.
And it had been fucking fantastic. Being inside her, having her body rearing over mine as she rode me, her hair splayed out on my chest, those lips around my dick— it was all like a fantasy.
A fantasy that got me hard again thinking about it.
I considered pulling her closer to me, waking her up and going for round two, but I didn’t want to push my luck. We were in a good place. I wasn’t sure if her having sex with me meant she wanted to be adventurous and not too serious, or if it meant we had picked up right where he had left off before then accelerated things big time. I didn’t want to ruin things right now by over thinking them.
So, instead of finding a resting place for my cock, I willed it to go down. I pulled boxers on and walked to the kitchen. My erection slowly deflated while I made coffee. By the time I was done with coffee, with cups and sugar on a tray, I was flaccid again, and I could wake her up without making it look like I expected something of her.
I put the tray on the nightstand next to her and slid my hand into hers, which was upturned on the pillow.
“Morning, beautiful,” I said when she opened her eyes and blinked sleepily at me. She flashed me a lazy smile and stretched. The sheets slipped off her naked body, and her breasts were gloriously on display— soft and malleable. I couldn’t stop myself from staring, and I felt my cock stir in my pants again.
“What time is it?” Maya asked, pulling the sheets up over her chest again, and I was grateful.
“It’s just after seven. I have time for a quick cup of coffee before I have to get to work.”
I gestured to the cups I’d prepared. Maya sat up, smiling.
“Coffee in bed. What a treat,” she said and sipped it. “You remembered how I like it,” she said, surprised. I shrugged. I remembered everything about her.
“You’re the only woman on Earth that doesn’t drink sugar in her coffee,” I said.
Maya laughed. “I guess you’re right. Are you leaving soon?”
“Yeah, I have to get going by eight. You’re welcome to spend as much time here as you like, though. There’s no rush for you to leave.”
“Oh, no. I have to get to training as well. I promised the girls I would join them earlier so we could watch the third-stringers train. I just love the pure athleticism when they work on their game behind the scene. It inspires me to do my athletic best as well.”
I flinched when she mentioned watching football players. Jealousy flared up inside me like a fire, and I had trouble swallowing it down.
When Maya and I had dated, I was still playing ball. It had been my life then, and we had been perfect together, because she was such big fan— of the sport and of me. Now, I wasn’t playing anymore.
There was nothing worse than hearing the woman I spent the night with saying she wanted to watch other men play football. That could have been me, I thought bitterly. It could have fucking been me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I had hoped she hadn’t noticed.
“I just remembered something I need to do right away,” I said, because I was a pussy, and I couldn’t tell her what the real problem was. “I have to get ready to go.”
Maya nodded and stood up. The sheets slipped from her body, and she stood before me in her naked glory. I stared, and she blushed as if I hadn’t seen her naked before, as if she didn’t know how breathtakingly beautiful she was.
I turned away from her. If I didn’t, I would want to jump her again, and it wasn’t only inappropriate, but it would make me late. I walked to my closet and put on a business suit. Maya disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she wore the same red dress from last night.
She had twisted her hair up and somehow made it stay in a loose bun. She carried her heels in her hands. I watched her walk behind me in the mirror. She fished her cell phone out of her bag and unlocked the screen.
Her face crumpled, and she closed her eyes a moment, taking a deep
breath. She didn’t know I was watching.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
Maya plastered a smile on her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Perfect. Sara wants to know where I am.”
Of course. Living with someone was different than living alone, coming and going as you pleased. I envied her that. I’d had a roommate in college, but Jacob had been my best friend, not my roommate.
Maybe, if everything had gone differently for me, Jacob and I could have gotten a place together. But he’d been scouted to play for Texas before he’d eventually be transferred to Florida, and he’d moved away. I wouldn’t have been able to live shoulder-to-shoulder with the man that had gotten everything I’d ever wanted in life, anyway. It wouldn’t have worked.
The alternative was that I was always alone, and that sucked, too.
Maya and I walked out of the apartment together, and I waited with her until she got a cab. I didn’t want to leave her standing alone on the curb. When the car stopped in front of us, I opened the car door for her. She turned to face me.
“I had a great time,” she said.
“Me, too.”
She smiled at me.
“I’d like to do it again, sometime. I mean, I’d like to see you again. I mean, well, whatever it is we end up doing,” I told her.
God, I sounded like an idiot. Maya grinned at me.
“I’d like to do it again, too,” she said with a voice that suggested all sorts of dirty things, and I swallowed. She stepped toward me, the car door trapped between us and pressed her lips against mine.
“Have a good day, Kyle,” she said, as if she hadn’t just rocked my world off its axis, as if we had merely shaken hands.
“You, too,” I said when I’d caught my breath again. She ducked into the car, and I closed the door behind her, tapping the roof so the driver knew he could go. I watched the car drive away until the taillights disappeared around a turn then I walked to my own car.
God, what a night. My mind was full of Maya, the way she felt, the way she sounded, the way she smelled.