I felt his pelvis crash into mine. The feeling I’d had before was slowly beginning to return. It grew greater as he started pumping, at first slowly, but then faster. I once again lost my mind to the mingling sensations, and his perfect manhood having his way with me.
He grabbed my hair and started becoming rough, and I begged for more. I didn’t know how much I’d enjoy it as I’d never tried it before.
The feelings continued to grow again in the pit of my stomach until I felt another release escape. This one stronger than the last; and I screamed in the darkness. John must have enjoyed my outcry because I felt him explode inside me. He moaned into my chest and collapsed beside me.
I was covered in sweat and out of breath, John wasn’t much better. I rolled over and put my arm around him. He was warm, and only then did I realize how truly cold it was outside.
While I lied over his chest, I listened to his heartbeat. It was an excited tune. I could have listened to it all night long, but my exhaustion set in, and I slipped into a satisfied slumber.
8.
“Seriously, Tess. I’m really sorry about last night,” Craig said.
“It’s fine! I managed to have fun. How did things go with you and Jane?”
“Better than I thought. We’re going on another date tomorrow night,” he said.
“I knew you two would be great together,” I said with a smile.
I still hadn’t fully recovered from the previous night. I had caught a cold in the evening, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
“Really, how did you get home?” he asked.
“John gave me a ride,” I replied.
“But, didn’t you tell me that his car broke down?” he wondered.
“You’re right,” I laughed.
I didn’t know how to tell him that I wasn’t talking about a ride in his car. But, really that didn’t matter that much.
My phone vibrated, and I read the text message that was scrawled across the front. It was from John.
“Can’t wait till tonight, this time, I pick the place.”
I smiled, and I could feel my heart skip a beat.
“Who’s that?” Craig asked.
“That’s none of your business,” I said, “but if you must know, it was John.”
Craig winked at me.
“It’s just a study session,” I said, trying to conceal my smile.
Craig just laughed. We would always be best friends, and I was glad that we could both be happy.
THE END
A BWWM Sports Romance - A Dangerous Game
“He’s lookin’ a bit rough today, Angie,” I heard Jim saying behind me.
“Everyone has their off-days, Jim,” I replied.
“It seems it’s been more of an off-season. The kid threw three interceptions this game alone. If he keeps this up, he won’t be on the roster next season.”
He was right; this was a rough situation that Jake got himself into. His numbers were really low, and it was going to set me into a difficult position for negotiating his contract for next season.
Monica was here watching as well; I use the word watching very loosely because she preferred to spend her time nursing a glass of wine and talking to the other wives.
She was quite gorgeous, slim-figured and tiny; just the way Jake seemed to like them. I never really cared, quite honestly. She was the kind of girl I avoided; easy to look at and hard to please. The only real conversation we had was about money, and how much her boyfriend was going to make her.
They were talking so loud that I couldn’t help but overhear a bit of their conversation.
“He’s making good money, are you going to make him put a ring on it?”
Monica replied, “There’s only one sure way to get him to ask me, and I don’t know if I should talk to him about it, or just surprise him.”
“You’re not thinking about having kids, already.”
“I always wanted a family, and I don’t want to have to wait to start one. He’s taking his sweet time proposing. I thought maybe if I had a bun in the oven he might man up and ask.”
“You’re terrible, Monica.”
Monica giggled along with her friends. I couldn’t figure out how someone could talk about having kids in such a cavalier attitude.
I tossed back the rest of the scotch in my glass and made for the bar nearby. This game was beginning to look like another loss, and I knew that my boss would probably be ready to yell at me on Monday, and I didn’t want to be sober for that.
Monica gave me looks as I walked by, and I could feel the disgust coming from her friends as well. It seemed like they’d never seen a hard working black woman before; as though all they wanted me to do was bring them a serving tray.
“Another Scotch, Angie?” asked Devlin, the barman.