Quarterback’s Surprise Baby(10)

“Gryphon, you're amazing,” I cry out as I come out of the first orgasm and into the next. He just smiles again, sweetly, wickedly, and expertly rolls his hip until I shudder again. I've never been with an athlete like this before; his body is under his complete control. Not only does it look like poetry in motion, but he can do anything he wants with it. He's capable, strong, and making me wetter and hotter than I've ever dreamed I could be.

No matter how hot he is, one small corner in the back of my mind is telling me not to forget he's my client at the law firm. I shouldn't be here, I think, as I'm taken over by another wave of delicious tension in my core. I shouldn't be here, but I am, and it's the best thing I've ever felt in my life.

“Odell, you have the most amazing pussy,” he growls into my ear. “It feels so good, I almost can't control myself!”

I'd answer but I can't. I'm almost unable to form words at this point. It's not like it matters. I know my pleasure is written all over my face, and undulating all over his huge cock.

“Odell, I’m going to come, you ok?” He gyrates inside me, and I stretch my feet toward the ceiling as he reaches down and gently rubs my clit.

“Never better,” I try to say, but only pure moans escape my lips.

“Mmm I thought so,” he says, biting my neck and shoulder. “Odell, I'm gonna come,” he whispers. “You're making me come so hard.”

I answer by wrapping my legs around him as he convulses inside of me sending jets of his hot seed rushing into me. Over and over. I realize that I'm no longer in control of any of this. Sure, I started this thinking that I could just celebrate with a really hot piece of ass. Now, I’ve got all of these thoughts going through my head. He’s my client and business and bliss is inextricably tied together, but he's also given me more pleasure than I've ever felt in my life. On top of it all though, he's a man who can have anyone he wants. He can’t want anything serious—he got into this the same way I did, by picking up someone in a bar. Why am I letting my heart get involved, and why am I jeopardizing my success?

With that I feel my eyes beginning to fill with hot tears. It’s the stress, it’s the situation, it’s the fact that I’m completely exhausted, but I’m starting to feel like I’m falling for this man.

He collapses on top of me, breathing deeply and steadily.

“Oh my Lord, Odell, that was amazing,” he says softly. “You are incredible.” He kisses my neck and cheek.

I can't answer him, I just quickly wipe my eyes so that he doesn't see they're wet. I draw my nails gently up and down his broad, muscular back, in rhythm with his breathing.

“Hey, I promised you a drink,” he smiles, rolling off me. “Before we got into all this.”

“That you did,” I grin.

“What would you like?”

“Just water for me,” I say. “I guess I should be going soon, after all.”

“You don't have to go so fast if you don't want to,” he smiles. If he wasn’t Gryphon James, I would say it were a shy look. “You don't have anything too pressing to do tomorrow, do you?”

“Only keeping your ass out of jail,” I grin.

“Ah, yeah.” He turns away and looks at the ceiling. “That. For a lovely, freeing moment, I almost forgot about that.”

“Sorry, Griff,” I say. “But you have to admit that it is pretty important.” I stroke his arm. “For both of us.”

“Yeah. Anyway,” he turns to me and says, “you still want that drink?”

“Sure, thanks.”

He gets up, and I watch that ripped and sculpted body of his stretch out to its full glory. He puts on his boxer briefs. It's like a strip show, but only in reverse.

“Getting a good look?” he says, but this time he's smiling ear to ear.

“You bet,” I smile. “Hey, I hope you'd be doing the same to me if I were the one going around practically naked.”

“I'd do the same to you even if you were in a snowsuit,” he grins, and saunters out of the room.





9





Gryphon



I pour two glasses of wine and two glasses of water; one of which I down immediately before I fill it again. Like my trainer always says, hydration is important. Leaning against the counter, I wonder just what in sweet hell it is that I think I'm doing. If there's anyone to stay away from ... it's my lawyer. But I've always been attracted to the wrong women. Getting involved with Sabrina was just another example of my clearly poor judgment.

At the time I thought that she and I could be together, and that being together with her would be at best wonderful, and at worst, better than being alone forever. What I didn't count on was that she would want to take advantage of me and having my name dragged through the mud. Threaten to ruin me.

After my youth hardened me, my time in the foster home shaped me, and my parent’s relationship ended in its tragic way, I didn’t think I’d ever open myself up to anyone. When Sabrina came along, I somehow did. And if I was that wrong about Sabrina, how can I trust my judgment with Odell? My heart is opening to her now, I can feel it. And I know that’s dangerous territory, but I feel like it’s past the point of no return.

I think for a moment, then pour another glass of water. I worked hard today. On the field and in between the sheets. At least I'm good for something, I figure, as my mind turns to a more pleasant topic—the feeling of her legs and her pussy wrapped around me.

There’s a hand on my arm.

“Hey, Griff. What's on your mind?” Odell says softly, her eyes warm and soft. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” I say and put down my glass. “I was just thinking about things. It’s nothing you need to trouble yourself with, though.”

“Look, I'm sorry I brought up the trial,” she says. “I didn't want to ruin the nice time we were having. I just want to make sure that everything goes as well as possible for you.”

“You didn't ruin anything.” We turn to each other and I take her in my arms. “Not at all. I don’t know why, but I started thinking about my past.”

She looks doubtful. “You want to talk about it?” she asks, her nose scrunching up. I give her a kiss. “Off the record, of course.”

“I dunno,” I say. “Is there anything to talk about?” I scratch my head. “I've made some poor choices in my life, but it's not surprising considering where I came from.”

“Where did you come from?” she asks, laying her head on my chest. Her nails run up and down my back, sending tingles through my body.

“Is that something that you really want to know?”

“If you want to tell me.” She pulls away for a second and looks up at me, her big doe eyes so soft and beautiful.

And I guess I do, because I find myself talking. Telling her about growing up in the trailer park, my mom was a mess and my dad even worse, until she shot him for cheating on her. Shot him dead and went to jail. How I was so skinny, because even when we did have food in the cupboards, I was too anxious to eat. I’d just hide food in my room, even though I never did get around to eating it. My stomach was always too upset. How they moved me into the foster system and my foster dad beat me. How I had to fight to get anything I could in that home, how my foster sister was even worse off, but kept a smile on her face. How I didn't fit in with all the rich kids at my high school. How they treated me like a second-class citizen until I worked out and got big and muscular, and made their football team a national sensation. How I made the first real friends of my life in Brooks U, and belonged somewhere real for the first time. How all my friends, Kaden, Mack, Jackson, Brando and all the rest of the gang got picked up to different teams, and I lost my crew. Sure, we're still friends and we see each other on the field every now and then when our teams compete, but it doesn't mean we still can have each other's backs in the same way we once did. We weren’t just a team, but a real gang of friends, not like in the pros.

I miss those guys. In fact, this is the first time I’ve really been able to let go and open myself up to someone since I had them in my life. Guy friends who didn’t need anything from me but friendship, and who would be there for me.

And I guess that's what left me vulnerable to a girl like Sabrina. She seemed to know sports, and she said all the right things at the right times, until she also said things to get me into more trouble than I've ever been in my life. She wanted my money, and if she couldn't marry me, the second best way to get it was to sue me.

Odell listens quietly to the words pouring out of me until they finally slow and come to a halt.

“Look,” she says finally, lightly running her hand up and down my arm. “I get some of the things you're dealing with. I do.” She clears her throat, and then her voice vibrates in a soft purr against my chest. “Not everything, for sure, but I can empathize. Life hasn't been a walk in the park for me either. I know just how shitty people can be. But I haven’t gone through the same things as you, and I can't imagine what a lot of those things were like. In my case, my parents were upper class, and they wanted the most for me. But that didn't mean that they supported me in any way other than with their financial means. They just wanted me to be the best in whatever I was doing, and if I wasn't, then I wasn't one of them. I was ostracized. Not a proper “Williams.” And when I did succeed, it was all just to be expected and they took no notice. So I didn't have much of a home life at all. I was raised by nannies, and you were raised by foster parents. I'm not saying my life was anywhere as hard as yours has been, I’m just saying that we're not as different as we might seem, you and I.”