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“I want to see them again.” She exhales slowly. I watch as she stands and moves around the island until she’s in front of me. With me sitting, we’re face to face. Emmarys leans in, wraps her arms around my neck, before perching on my good leg, always careful of my bad one. “I want to be a part of your life. For the good and the bad. I want to spend more time getting to know who’s important to you.”
My arms wrap around her waist and I bury my head in her neck, inhaling her vanilla and strawberry scent and everything that makes her my Emma. “Don’t you already know that you’re the most important part of my life, sweetheart? You’re the reason I breathe, the only thing I live for is to make you happy. You are my life, Em. You’re already part of my life and I can’t wait to share it all with you.”
Her cheeks are tinged pink and she wraps her arms tighter around my neck. We sit like that, just holding each other, until I feel my girlfriend’s hand trail down my chest and over my abdomen. I freeze, wanting her to continue her exploration, but also painfully aware about how long it’s been since I have been inside her.
“Em–”
“Shh.” She glances up at me through her lashes, her eyes heavy. “Let me make you feel good, my love.”
My head falls back on my shoulders, hearing the term of endearment that she used to call me when we first started dating, when we first fell in love. “Oh fuck,” I grunt out when her fingers wrap around the waistband on my joggers and she tugs them down. I lift off my chair just enough to give her room.
Emmarys lowers to her knees and the sight of that alone almost undoes me. Her hand strokes up and down my shaft, her fingers gripping the flesh tightly, and we both watch as a bead of cum forms at the top. She leans forward, her tongue lapping it up, before swirling around the head like it's her favorite mint-chip ice cream cone.
“That’s it. Suck my cock, sugar,” I gasp when she opens her mouth and takes me deeper inside her mouth, working my dick down her throat. She works me over, bobbing her head, suctioning her lips until I’m mindless, my hips rising to meet her. She gags around the tip and one of my hands wraps around her hair, the other gripping the edge of the table.
“You look so good choking on my cock.” I breathe deep, growling her praises. She sucks hard and I hold onto her tighter. “I need to feel you. I need to feel your throat tighten around me as you swallow down all my cum.”
Emmarys moans and the noise sends vibrations down my shaft. I thrust forward, holding her in place while I fuck her mouth, losing control. She feels too good and the visual in front of me, her eyes open, meeting mine, her pupils dilated makes me feel like a king. “Take my cock. You’re so perfect, Em. Perfect and all mine. I’m coming…”
A few more hard thrusts and I’m shooting my cum down her throat into her belly. Emmarys keeps sucking until my body sinks back into the chair before popping off. Tears streak her cheeks, and her lips are red and swollen. She looks like my dirtiest fantasy come to life right now. Wearing my clothes,smelling like me, my taste on her tongue. I grip her jaw with my hand and pull her to her feet again.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Emmarys Lawson.”
She smiles, practically vibrating from me telling her how good she is. How she used her mouth to figuratively bring me to my knees. “I just wanted to make you feel better.”
“You did, sweets. So good I’ll need that more often. Your mouth was made for me. I claim that too.” I lean in and press my lips to hers, kissing her hard and full of all the love I feel for her. Thank god she's here willingly. I don’t think I could ever give her up.
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. . .
WatchingHawke limp around in pain for a week tore apart my insides. I hated seeing him injured, watching the wariness on his face while he figured out his next moves. He powered through it, though, like the strong player everyone sees him as. On-campus with other students around, he is nothing but confident. In the privacy of our apartment, though, he lets his guard down, showing me how exhausted he is and how angry he is at the situation. The week after that game he started stretching and working with the football team’s physical therapist to make sure he’s up and running by their next game. He’s had a two-week rest since they had a bye week in between. I’m proud of him but also scared that someone will try to make him a target with his perceived weak spot.
I still cannot believe that an investigation launched by the NCAA enforcement staff proved that Hawke’s own teammate purposefully stepped back so that his QB was unprotected and vulnerable. According to the report Newbury stated that he wasn’t getting enough playing time with the new way Hawke had the team running, and when this player voiced his opinionhe was told he could lose his position on the team if he didn’t learn the new routes. The coaches were talked to as well, and statements from others on the team were also taken. That player has since lost his position on the team and Riggs gave Hawke intel that the guy actually left campus all together after the backlash. No one supported him or what he did to Hawke, just because he didn't want to put in the work and the effort to learn a new system.
Throughout all of this, Riggs and I have formed a friendship, mostly over bullying Hawke into taking it easy and not pushing himself so hard. I meet Riggs on campus to get any class materials that Hawke may miss due to his physical therapy or the extra training he’s been packing on to make sure he’s ready for the next game. Riggs believes that Hawke’s biggest block isn’t his knee but the mentality of not being afraid to be hit again, which is why in practice, the coaches are letting Hawke get charged and tackled. My boyfriend even tried to call it agentle hit. Gentle my ass. I had to see for myself, so I convinced Sam to sneak into their training field and we sat there watching Hawke take hit after hit. And while everyone seems to be careful of his leg and he goes down on a padded mat, the fact is he still goes down.
Sam has to hold my hand the entire time. Around Hawke, I’ve been careful to show my fear for him. Or the anger I feel at the guy who let him get hit, and the rage I feel at the player who actually tackled him. It might not seem fair, since it's part of the game, but that swirl of obsessiveness inside me that Hawke created wants revenge. I want to see them all pay for hurting Him. Hawke has moved on. He’s working on getting stronger, and preparing for their next game. I’m still here, trying to find the name of the guy who hit my boyfriend and hoping he takes a big hit in his next game too. I want him hurt and bleeding. I’m praying that Newbury never finds peace on whichever campushe ends up on next. I almost wish he would have stayed just to see how miserable he would be. Only Hawke and my feelings for him bring out this protective and blood thirsty side of me. I’m not sure how I feel about it either.
“We should probably get back,” Sam whispers next to me, and we both wince when Hawke takes another hit. “Geez. It's a good thing they aren’t running at him full speed.”
“When he said they were going to work the mental block, I didn’t know they meant literally.” Since my stomach’s twisting in knots over what we’ve been witnessing, I agree with her. “Let's go.”
We sink back into the shadows and start to leave when a couple of voices float up to us and I catch some of their words. I stop moving, my hand reaching for Sam.
“He’s going to lock up on the field.”
“He’s not going to lock up. This is Sheppard we’re talking about.”
“Yeah, Sheppard who’s never had an injury before. We’re fucked.”
“He’s going to be fine. It's not like the play was his fault. If you’re angry, blame Newbury. Hope that he gets flattened by a bus like I do.”
The other guy sighs and it sounds like they’re both drinking water. “I’m telling ya it's the girlfriend curse.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that. Besides, he's been on a streak even with dating her.”
The other guy scoffs. “He just took a major hit. We’ll see how the rest of the season goes. This is why you don’t get a girlfriend before the draft.”
