He answered, grinning at me. “Wasn’t sure you’d actually come.”
“I wasn’t either.”
“Come on it.” He moved aside and I walked into his place.
His apartment was gorgeous. It was all hardwood floors, clean, modern lines, and tasteful decorations. We walked into his main living room, with a connected, large, updated kitchen and another hallway that I assume led back to the bathroom and the bedroom.
“Home sweet home,” he said, sitting down on the couch. I was happy to see an ice pack on the coffee table.
“It’s really nice,” I said.
“I can’t take credit. It was like this when I moved in.”
I laughed. “You mean you’re not also an interior decorator?”
“I know I look like I love art and fashion, but no, I’m not.”
“I’m shocked. I thought you already had a career lined up for when you retire from football.”
He laughed, smirking at me. “Who said I’ll ever retire?”
“Oh, right. I forgot about all those guys over thirty playing running back.”
He just grinned at me. “Come on, have a set.”
I shook my head. “Let’s get to work.”
“Well okay then.” He stripped his shirt off.
I gaped at him for a second. I’d seen him without his shirt on plenty of times before, but for some reason this felt more intimate. I stared at the tattoos on his skin, my eyes slowly moving up along his muscular chest, lingering on his smiling lips, and finally coming to rest right on his eyes.
“Put your shirt back on,” I said. “And help me move this coffee table.”
He just laughed and got up. We moved the table aside together.
“Okay,” I said. “Assume the position.”
“You’re all business.”
“That’s right. I am. You got me to come out here, so we’re going to do some work.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, fake serious. He got down on the floor in our usual position. “Do what you want with me.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I got down on my knees and we went into our routine. It was like clockwork between us; he knew what I needed to do next, and we transitioned from one stretching exercise to the next.
I could see a little pain on his face, but he didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t ask me to slow down or stop, which was a good sign. I had expected some pain, but if it were so bad that he couldn’t continue, then we’d have a problem.
The whole routine took about fifteen minutes. When we finished, I leaned back on my heels. “Okay,” I said. “Ready for more?”
He laughed. “Seriously? I thought we were done.”
“You called me out here, so we’re working hard.”
I moved toward the side of him, but he reached out and grabbed my hips. He pulled me onto him, and I lost my balance, toppling over. He grinned at me.
“I’m ready to get to work.”
“Cut it out.”
I went to move, but he held me against him. “Are you really going to pretend that you don’t want this?”
“Nobody is pretending about anything.”
“You are. Look at you. I’m sure you’re dripping wet right now thinking about exactly what I want to do to you.”
“And what do you want to do?”
“I want to slide those shorts off and tongue your tight cunt until you scream.”
I went to respond, to tell him that I didn’t want it, that I didn’t want it at all, even though it was a lie, but he stopped me. He pulled me against him and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, relieved that I didn’t have to keep lying to him, relieved that I was finally getting what I wanted.
He kissed me hard, his tongue in my mouth, and I lost myself in him. He held me against his hard body, and I loved the way he kissed me. It was intense, needing, the sort of kiss that only came around a few times in a lifetime. It was the final release after a long, long dance.
He pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. Then he kissed my neck. “Still going to pretend?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Good. I like when you play hard to get.”
“Why?”
“Makes it that much sweeter when I get what I want.”
I bit my lip as he pulled my bra off and felt my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue. I ran my hands through his thick hair and held on as he rolled me over onto my back.
I gasped as he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down my legs.
“You have a perfect fucking body,” he said as his fingers found my pussy. “And a wet little cunt. Fuck, girl, you’re dripping.”
“Owen,” I said as he began to rub my clit.
“You have no idea how hard it makes me when you say my name.” He kissed me again, his hand down my panties, working my pussy.
He pressed his fingers deep inside me. I spread my legs, letting him fuck me with his fingers. There was a voice deep in the back of my head screaming that I should stop, that I should back off. But I knew I couldn’t. I knew there was no stopping, not now, maybe not ever.
He just felt too damn good. Pleasure flooded my skin, flushing my cheeks, making me float. I loved it as I squirmed under his touch. He knew exactly what he was doing, working my pussy and back to my clit, teasing me with his fingers while he kissed me, licked my nipples, kissed my neck.
I was his in that moment. I couldn’t have gotten up even if I tried.
He moved farther down my body, his lips lingering along my hipbones as he slowly moved lower, pulling my panties down as he went.
He kissed my inner thigh, teasing me. He looked up at me, grinning. “Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t know,” I managed to gasp.
“You know. Say it.”
I bit my lip, shaking my head. “I can’t.”
“Tell me you want me to lick your pussy until you come against my lips.”
“I can’t say that.”
“Tell me you want me to taste you.” He just kept teasing me, his fingers gently rolling along my clit, his lips kissing everywhere but where I wanted them.
The anticipation was tearing me apart, but I wasn’t like Owen. I couldn’t say those dirty things like he did so effortlessly.
But I wanted it. His teasing, the way he was looking at me, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t handle it. I needed his mouth between my legs.
“Taste me, Owen,” I moaned. “Please, taste me.”
He didn’t waste a second. His lips found my clit as he grabbed my hips. He began to lick me, soft and slow at first. His tongue moved in amazing circles around my clit, moving down into my pussy and back again, licking every part of me.
I reached down and grabbed his hair as I tipped my head back, moaning, not caring about anything but this moment. I could distantly hear the noises I was making, but I didn’t care at all. Owen was the only thing I wanted as he licked and worked me, his tongue moving around my clit. Pleasure was rocking through my body, taking me to somewhere else, making me forget about all the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this.
Owen did that to me. I felt his fingers slide inside me as he licked my clit. He fucked my pussy as he sucked on me, his tongue rolling along. I pressed him harder as he fucked me with his fingers, pushing his face against my soaking pussy. I rolled my hips, lost in the moment, needing to come so badly.
He pressed his fingers deep inside me and looked up, a delicious smirk on his lips as he slid his fingers in and out. “Come for me,” he commanded. “I want to taste you coming in my fucking mouth.”
“Keep going,” I gasped. “Oh shit, Owen. I’m so close.”
“You fucking bad girl. Come in my mouth.” He went back to work, sucking my clit, his fingers sliding in and out of me.
I rolled my hips with him, my whole body tense, teetering on the edge. I was focused to a point of pure pleasure burning inside me as he kept working me, his fingers and mouth working together, sucking and licking.
Finally, I felt it wash over me. The orgasm flooded my body, tensing my muscles, making my body spasm up and back. I held his hair gripped between my fingers as I came, and for a second I thought I might black out.
But the orgasm passed, slowly, and he looked up at me, still sliding his fingers in and out gently.
“Good girl,” he said.
I lay there panting as he slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. I shook my head, unable to say a word. He grinned at me and leaned up against the couch.
“This is exactly what I wanted,” he said.
“What is?”
“You lying there spent and speechless.”
I smiled, unable to stop myself. “You’re good at that.”
“God damn right I am.” He leaned down and gently kissed my lips.
Just then I heard his phone ringing in the other room. He looked up and frowned. “Be right back.”
I nodded as he got up and limped into his bedroom. I stared up at the ceiling, slowly getting ahold of myself.
I was so stupid. Doing this with Owen was just going to make things even more complicated. It was bad enough that I was trusting him on this injury thing, but if anyone found out about what we were doing now, I would definitely lose my job.
I stared up at the ceiling, mentally chastising myself. Though as much as I berated myself for making a stupid decision, I realized that I didn’t exactly regret it. Owen made me feel good, so incredibly good, and there wasn’t a lot of that in my life. Any good moment was important.