Page 8 of Out of Bounds

"Whoa ... look at the time ... " I say, as I glance at the clock. It’s now 5 pm. "I'll make dinner for us."

"I'll help. I haven't asked any of my questions ... don't think I forgot!"

The next two days continue in the same vein, as Jesse talks about his life and career journey. I quickly realize he isn’t the arrogant asshole portrayed by the media. He may come across like that, on the face of it, but digging deeper has revealed a really genuine guy. I never thought he would be so open with me, sharing his personal life and vulnerability.

"One last question." He smiles and nods. "Jesse, how do you deal with the constant scrutiny and judgment from the public and media? I think I understand now why you don't grant interviews but I'm just intrigued that you let them get away with writing stories about you that frankly aren’t true."

He takes in a deep breath and blows it out. "It's tough, I'm not gonna lie. I've been judged my whole career. People often see the success and the fame, but they rarely understand the sacrifices and struggles. I've learned to embrace both the highs and lows, and I strive to stay true to who I am. What they say doesn't change who I am."

"But don't you agree that it could prevent people from getting to know you? And what about business deals? Doesn't the false reputation out there affect your brand? If you could just come out once and debunk ..."

"People will believe whatever they want to believe no matter what I say. Besides, it's the media. Anyone with an ounce of common sense will know that you shouldn't believe everything you read and hear. The sensible business owners come to me directly. I still work with Nike, Ferrari, and Adidas."

I look at him closely and find myself drawn to his authenticity. He’s dismantled every preconceived notion I had of him, dreamt up by the media, with each honest admission revealing a depth of character that transcends the basketball court. The initial skepticism I had about meeting him and his personality were gone. All that is left is a deep sense of respect and admiration.

He looks at me and our eyes lock for a few seconds. My pulse is racing. No one has ever looked at me like that before. Like I belonged to him. The cabin suddenly feels hot even though it was beginning to snow outside.

"I uh … I think I better start making dinner," I say, grabbing my notepad and go to stand up.

He stands too, then takes my hand. His grip is tight but firm. "Not so fast. Now it's my turn to question you."

I’m standing in front of him, and we’re close. So close that our chests almost touch. I look pointedly at him.

"First question,” he begins. "What was your first impression of me? Be honest."

"Alright … to be honest, I thought you were arrogant.”

"And?" He moves closer and I feel my insides turning to mush. He smells so good I could devour him.

"And … I wanted to find out if what the tabloids had said about you were true." I look from his mouth into his deep dark eyes that are now boring into mine.

"Are they true or are they false, Olivia?"

"A few days isn't enough time to …" He grabs me and kisses me, digging his fingers into my hair. I have never felt such warmth before as his hands travel all over my body. I let the writing pad fall out of my hands as I feverishly kiss him back, my hands in his hair.

He pins me to the wall and kisses me harder now. His hands work at my shirt, his frustration obvious as he rips the buttons in order to free my breasts. His hand reaches under my bra as he grabs and squeezes my left breast. I help him remove my jeans, leaving me in just my underwear. I take off his shirt and run my hands down his well-toned abs. He picks me up and places me on the dining room table, knocking down the flower vase and table mats. I unravel the straps of his slacks, allowing them to fall to the floor.

A loud moan escapes my mouth as his lips are on me again. One hand is around my throat and his other hand is against my groin. He slowly pulls my panties to the side, as I groan into his mouth. He pushes three fingers into me thrusting in and out and setting my entire body on fire. He rips my bra from my body and grabs my right breast with his hand, then begins sucking and licking my nipple.

"You're perfect Olivia. God, I have wanted you since the very first moment I saw you.”

Jesse then kneels between my legs and looks up at me. “Put your feet on the table. That’s it, like that. Good girl,” he purrs as I do as he asks. He looks up at me and licks his lips. I sit there, on the dining room table, in anticipation at what might happen next. He pulls my legs slightly further apart and begins to feast on me, holding me by my waist to keep me steady.

I scream as Jesse licks me, softly at first, then he increases the pace. Sometimes flicking my clitoris with the tip of his tongue, then other times licking me with the flat of his tongue. Then, he uses his fingers to fuck me, pushing slow and hard at my clitoris bringing me close to the edge. Just as I am about to explode in ecstasy, I feel his large rod inside me. I open my eyes and look at his face. He is in ecstasy, just the same as me.

"Jesse! Ohh!"

I hold both sides of the dining table as Jesse moves in and out of me, slowly at first, then swiftly, making my whole body shake.

He pushes harder inside me and tightly holds my waist as we both ride the waves of a passionate climax. He groans as he pushes deeper until every last bit of his orgasm is inside of me. I let my own orgasm escape by screaming loudly, my arm around his neck holding his head close to my chest. He slumps down beside me on the table and we both smile and drink in the afterglow.

Chapter Five

Jesse

Over the next few days, Olivia and I spend time wrapped around one another’s body, devouring each other at any given opportunity. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I’m insatiable when I’m near her ... I never thought I could feel love on this sort of level. She is as brilliant as she is breathtakingly beautiful. I look at her sleeping peacefully in the crook of my arm. Since that first night we had sex in the dining room, I have thought of nothing else.

She inhales slowly as she wakes, rolling over onto her back, and stretching out her arms.

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