Page 21 of Falling for the Quarterback
He nods, gaze lowered, as his irises swirl with desire.
“Mm, I’d like that,” I manage to get out before his lips meet mine.
They’re soft and full, exactly as I remember from before, and still all-consuming, driving me on to kiss him deeper. His tongue meets mine, and sends a jolt of lust powering through me, fueling my desire for him. Our lips move in sync, passion and need in every touch between us.
The world around me fades away as I lose myself in the heat of JJ. It’s so easy to do since everything about him only makes me want him more. His scent is divine. His skin is soft, yet calloused, giving him the mountain man allure. The way his size easily dwarfs me, his strength makes me feel dainty and safe in his arms. It’s all designed to make me want to pull his shorts down and connect with him in another, more intimate way.
I need to pump the brakes. It’s moving fast, but I want it to. I know what going to the next level means, though, and that is something I’m going to have to dig deep and come to terms with. Am I ready to open myself up completely to another man? Something inside tells me JJ is different, and I want him to be in my life, all parts of it.
His hands roam my body, exploring my curves and sending shivers of longing down my spine. My breasts ache for his attention,growing heavy in my sports bra as my nipples harden into points scraping the fabric. I melt into his skilled touch, craving more and more of him with each passing beat of my heart. The intensity of our connection grows, and my need to feel him inside, stretching, and filling me ratchets up a notch, leaving me breathless as I grind against his hard length. He feels long and wide, his cock rubbing against my core as I’m splayed across his lap in the perfect position. If I were in a night shirt and not my shorts, he’d be able to easily scoot my panties to the side and fill me if he wanted.
My pussy clenches with the thought. Wetness floods my core, soaking my panties. God, I want himsobadly.
Our bodies areveryclose, pushed against each other, and I can feel his heart beat against mine. The rhythm of our bodies is in sync, as I grind against his length, shifting my hips backward and forward. One of his hands rests on my butt, urging me on as he pulls me down against him harder, making us both groan. He releases me long enough to draw in a quick, stolen breath between our mouths, only to pull me closer again. I surrender to the intoxicating allure of built-up desire spiraling between us, losing myself in the sensation of being wanted as desperately as I crave him.
His free hand moves to the hem of my night shirt, dipping beneath the fabric. His fingers skate across my skin, never stuttering when he feels my rolled stomach. He caresses me softly, working his way up to my sports bra. My boobs send up a silent word of thanks as they’re finally about to get some much-needed attention. His hand is big as it moves underneath the cotton, splaying across the front of both of them, so his palm brushes one nipple while his fingers splay over the other nipple.
My hands fist into the back of his hair as his other hand continues to palm my butt, his fingertips precariously close to my most intimate spots. I want his fingers in both of my holes. My tongue swirls with his as I conjure up the feeling of his fingers dipping below the elastic of my panties, finding me soaked and ready. The way his digitswould slide through the wetness, guiding him to my opening. He’d thrust two or three fingers inside me, making me clench around him. Once I cried out, he’d remove them, only to push two into my behind, filling me in another way. Back and forth, he’d tease me, getting me ready to take his long, hard cock.
I’m brought back to reality as his fingers on my breasts lightly pluck and pull, going from one to the other. My eyes want to roll heavenward; it feels so good, but it quickly changes when my previous thoughts start to come true. His fingers on his other hand move downward, dipping underneath my shorts enough to find the elastic of my underwear.
I want him to touch my pussy so badly it’s dizzying, but I can’t allow it. Not until we talk first. His fingers slide under the elastic, and then I’m making myself jump away. I leap off his lap, panting, hair and clothes askew as my body is on fire for him. Everything inside of me screams at me to pull my shorts down and climb back onto his lap so I can finally have an orgasm on a big, fat cock, owned by the sexiest man I’ve ever dated before.
His eyebrows lift with surprise as he breathes heavily. His shorts are tented, and as I briefly glance between his legs, I’m proven right. He has a big dick. It’d have to be, to look like that in his shorts right now. “You okay?” His shock turns to concern in an instant, and I know I have to put my big girl panties on and sit down to have an important discussion with him.
I nod, sitting back in my seat, taking a few deep breaths. “I-I’m flustered. Give me a sec.”
He nods. “I didn’t mean for us to get so carried away. It’s easy to lose myself when it comes to you, though. I just want to feel you everywhere.”
Ditto. Abso-fucking-lutely ditto.
I don’t say that, I nod instead. “I get it. Trustme, me too.”
“Then why did you stop? You felt amazing.”
I sigh. “You were, too. Feeling way too good, to the point I had to stop us.”
“You’re not a booty call. I meant what I said earlier, I don’t see you like that. Please don’t think I’m being disrespectful toward you in that sort of way. I promise I’m not.”
I nod. My shoulders drop as reality hits me square in the forehead. There’s a good chance he won’t want to be with me after we have this discussion. However, sexual health is too important a topic not to talk about it.
Tears instantly fill my eyes as I think of what I have to say. I never thought I’d have to have this talk with anyone else ever again. I was under the impression love was done for me, and I didn’t have to even think of the possibility.
“I believe you when you say your visit is not a booty call. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I like you too much to turn you away anyhow, at this point. Before we move forward, though, I have to disclose my status. This happened to me, and I wasn’t given any choice in the matter, and I refuse to be that person to someone else.”
His brow furrows as he leans forward a bit more in his chair. He reaches for my hand again, intertwining our fingers. It only makes my eyes fill more, tears spilling over until more tears take their place. Gah, why does this have to be difficult? So soul-crushing and embarrassing all wrapped up into one?
I begin by drawing in a deep breath and then exhaling. It doesn’t make it any easier, so I just start talking. “I was a young woman, with someone kind of living with me. I thought I could trust them. I didn’t know it then, but he was cheating on me left and right.” I exhale, trying to keep going without choking up.
“I know that now. One day, he’d shown up with a black eye, claiming it was a woman who gave it to him because she found out hewas dating me and was jealous.” I swipe away some tears, quickly adding, “I apologize for the details, but they are important to my truth.”
He nods, his expression silently urging me to continue as he gives me his full attention.
“We were intimate together in the shower, with me facing away from him. He was quick and rough…Acting almost angry with me since I-I had wanted that sort of attention from him.Sexual.” I clarify, thrust back into that moment in time when I was confused but needed the attention. I was so young and thought being sexually desirable would fill a hole inside of me, but in the end, it wasn’t what I needed at all.
With more tears falling, I continue, “I let it roll off of me, chalking it up to him having a shitty day seeing his ex. The very next day, I was unwell. Tired and feeling almost like I had a summer cold or something, I don’t know. I also hurt so badly down there, like a fire was in my pants. I remember he’d teased me at the time, telling me it was his size, which I knew was a blatant lie. The second day, it was still very painful, so I went in to see my doctor, full of questions and embarrassment.” Tears stream down my face, my throat growing tighter and tighter with the heaviness of how this has changed my life.
Forever.
