Page 23 of False Start
“Yes! Oh my God! You’ll have your fourteen dates. Now, will you please take your clothes off?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Bryant is naked in less than half a minute, and he’s rolling on a condom two seconds after. He lines himself up and pushes inside. There’s resistance due to his size, but it isn’t painful. “Fuck, Zhanna. You feel good.”
I reach for him to lean down and kiss me as he starts to move. He takes his time exploring every inch of my body with his hands and mouth. I’ve never been so turned on and lost in the rapture of the moment. He adjusts himself several times, moves my legs back, and changes his angle until I almost sit straight up. He touches a sensitive spot I didn’t know existed, and I feel alive more than ever before. I arch my back in an attempt to find it again, desperate for the release I’ve sought for three days.
“I’ve got you,” he says.
Moments later, I dive over a cliff of bliss and come completely unraveled around him as his name spills from my lips. I could let the sea of ecstasy sweep me away for the night, but then I’d miss him losing himself in me. For some reason, I don’t want to miss a thing with him.
Once I’ve ridden my high, he slows down the pace. As he catches his breath, he lowers his forehead to mine and deeply gazes into me. “So fucking beautiful.” I wrap my legs around him, not quite able to speak just yet, and move my hands down to the perfect globes of his ass. He pushes his right hand under my cheek and pulls me closer to him. “Jesus, fuck. You’re the best damn thing I’ve ever felt.” I expect him to begin to rush toward the finish line at any moment until he says, “I need to make you come again.”
I’ve never had multiple orgasms, not that I’ve had the experience under my belt to be disappointed by it, but I’m not sure it’s possible. “Is it even possible?”
“God, I hope so.”
And seconds later, I shatter as he rubs against my newly-discovered, favorite spot. I call out his name a second time and wait for him to follow. When he pulses inside me, a strange disappointment overcomes me at his having a barrier between us.
— 9 —
Then
THANKSGIVING COMES AND GOES relatively quickly. I don’t see Bryant again until Friday morning when we head back to school, but we text a lot… too much. The more we talk, the more I like him. Also, I can’t stop thinking about the sex. I’ve never been sex crazed, but damn, all I think about are the two orgasms he gave me.
He reaches across the back seat of Ben’s car and squeezes my thigh. “A penny for your thoughts?”
“What are you two whispering about back there?” Zina asks from the front passenger seat. “It’s not like we don’t know you two have been talking nonstop.”
I would’ve been embarrassed by Zina’s knowledge prior to Bryant wrapping Grandma Rose in his arms and giving her peace instead of more confusion. At this point, I don’t care if my sister and Ben know Bryant and I are talking.
“I was thinking about how amazing Bryant is in bed,” I confess just to throw Zina off.
She spits out her drink and sprays it across the windshield. “You slept together?”
“Everything is going to be sticky,” Ben complains. And then he catches up. “Wait, what? Did you tap that ass, my man?”
Bryant stares at me as though I’ve lost my mind. “I can’t believe you told them.”
I shrug. “I figured if we keep sleeping together then they’d find out eventually anyway.”
His dimples make a grand appearance, and my lady parts grow hot and bothered. “We’re sleeping together again?”
“Yeah, QB. I like your moves.”
“What has gotten into you?” Zina asks.
Bryant Hudson is under my skin, and I’m on the fence between continuing to fight the good fight and giving into the insane attraction I feel for him. And it’s not just his looks or that’s he’s great in the sack; he’s a really good person.
Ben snorts. “Bryant did.”
Bryant pops him on the back of the head. “Watch how you talk about my future wife.”
My sister is so confused. “I feel like I’m in the twilight zone.” And then she hums the song.
The quarterback pulls at my shirt until I cross the backseat and snuggle into his waiting arms. And it feels good to be there. It also feels right to be there. For once, I just take a deep breath and let it be. I stop fighting it. Maybe, he’ll surprise me and keep giving me reasons to want more of him.
The ride home is quick, too quick considering Bryant’s deep, beautiful voice is quietly singing along to the song playing over the speakers of Ben’s car. I enjoy hearing him croon and also love the fact that he doesn’t care if I hear him. Once we arrive back at our apartment, the guys help us unload our bags before they head home to grab their gear for practice. As Zina and Ben graphically suck face in a long goodbye, Bryant tugs at the hem of my shirt until our toes are touching. And then he leans down and kisses me. I’ve never been one to care for public displays of affection, but when he kisses me I can think of little else.
“I want my first date tonight,” he says after he breaks the kiss.
