“So you became a lawyer like I became a football player.” I nod. “Right out of high school, you knew what you wanted to do and you knew how to succeed.”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I did it to try to prove something to my family, and to myself. And you know, they still don't care that much. They didn't even come to my graduation, barely even acknowledged it when I made partner. I’m sure they look down on the accomplishment because my dad was involved in this firm, and I share his last name, and that helps when you’re trying to get ahead. Still I couldn’t have done it if I hadn’t’ve worked my ass off every waking hour of every day in college. Anyway, all that doesn't matter to me right now. What matters is that I am a hard worker, and I am good. Just as good as you are on the field. And I am going to figure out exactly how to get this Sabrina Forbes person off your back, so that you can live your life freely, so that you can concentrate on playing your game. It's going to be my own personal mission.”
I didn't realize exactly how much stress I was under, but as she speaks, it ebbs away in a long slow exhale. Maybe I can trust her after all? Maybe she’s not like the rest of the women who’ve taken it upon themselves to make my life difficult.
It would be nice to trust someone in this life, besides my old friends at Brooks U. But if I trust her with my heart, is it all going to turn out like it did with Sabrina? Like, once the first flush of being with the big star QB is over, she'll just try to take me for whatever she can get? Or worse, leave?
“My personal mission,” she says, looking me in the eyes and punctuating her sentences by a tap on my naked pecs.
I'm on the edge of this leap of faith, but I'm not sure I can fall over the edge. I have been in this place one too many times, and I can't pretend that just because I feel something strong doesn't mean it's not dangerous.
But by the way she's looking at me, I don't know if I can walk away either.
“It feels like it's a bit late to say this, but Odell ... can we take things slow?” I tilt her head up gently to look in her eyes.
“Yeah,” she says quickly. She looks away. “Of course, we can. I wouldn't want it any other way.” She sees the glass of water and turns away to take a long draw. “That's better.” When she looks back at me, she’s smiling, but it’s colder. Emptier. “Anyway, like I said, I guess I better be going. Big day tomorrow.”
“Odell,” I say.
“Hey, it's all right.” Now her eyes are different. They're more guarded. Somehow closed. But she's still smiling. I’ve hurt her. “It's been really fun, Griff. And now that I know your name, it's nice to be able to yell it in bed.” Her smirk belies her pain. I know that well.
I grab her and plant a long, slow, lingering kiss on her mouth.
“It's more than that,” I whisper. She smiles again, but turns away. “What we have.”
“I'm going to get dressed,” she says softly as she pulls away.
“Can I give you a ride?” I ask.
“Nah, I'mma just call an Uber. It's no problem.” Her voice is bright again. False.
“Ok, well I think we have a meeting tomorrow, so I'll see you then,” I tell her. I hope she's not pissed off at me. “I need you on my side, you know,” I wink.
“Oh hell yes you do,” she grins. “That is for sure.” She breaks away and goes to grab her clothes.
I slug down some wine to quell that feeling in my stomach and follow her. She's pulling on her shirt, her lovely, lithe brown body moving gracefully. When it's over her head, she affixes me with her eyes.
“You getting a good look?” She smiles, throwing my line back at me like a comeback pass.
“Doing my best,” I grin. “Hey. You know I don't mean that we should stop seeing one another, right Odell?” I ask her. “Because seeing you like this makes me want to see a hell of a lot more of you... right now.”
She brightens and playfully swats me as I pull her into my arms. “Are you serious, Mr. Take-Things-Slow?” she asks.
“Serious as a heart attack,” I say. “I can't help it. I want you again.” I grab her around the waist.
“So wait,” she says, pulling away. “You're sure that the reason Sabrina charged you is to extort money from you, right?” she asks. “But do you have any proof? Anything at all?”
“We're going to talk about that whole mess again?” I ask, disappointed. “Right now?” I stroke her cheek and her neck. “Can't we save that for the meeting? I’d rather concentrate on other things since I have you naked in front of me.”
“Well once my brain gets going on a topic, it's really hard for me to get off of it.”
“I take that as a personal challenge,” I say, drawing her close to me again. “Getting your mind off of all that? Piece of cake.”
“Oh, I know that,” she smiles wickedly. “Believe me, I know that better than anybody. But you know that feeling when you're bringing the ball down the field, and you want to make a touchdown, how everything else disappears and you'll do anything to get it?”
“I do,” I smile. “Yes.” I felt that a few times tonight. It's one of the main pleasures of my life.
“Well that's how I feel when I have to win a case, and I believe I can.” Her gorgeous eyes narrow. “And you're my touchdown right now, Gryphon James.”
“I can see why you're a good lawyer.” Her hard-core determination is obvious. And attractive. And reassuring.
“So if you don't have proof, I have to find some.” Now it's her turn to kiss me on the cheek. I grab her ass and give it a good squeeze as she stands on her tiptoes to reach my rough, stubble-shadowed jaw.
“Well if you can do that, more power to you,” I say.
“See you in the meeting tomorrow, champ,” she says and pats me on my ass. “Isn't that how they do it on the field?”
“That's how they do it, but this is how I do it—to you,” I smile, and grab her luscious ass to persuade her one last time into round two.
She melts against me now, and I feel her resistance weakening, and her desire taking over. I’ve never been with a woman like her and she drives me wild—the way she kisses me and our tongues intermingle, twining together she squeezes me closer.
I want to claim her—take her as mine, write MINE across her, sign my name on her pussy. I want her more than I’ve wanted anyone in my entire life. My hands trace the hem of the shirt she just put on and pull it up over her head. She’s squirming in my arms. Slipping my hand underneath the waistband of her the lacy thong, I draw it slowly down her legs this time and she steps out of it. She kisses me hard, her lips soft, her tongue wild.
Damn, I could fuck this girl forever. I love feasting my hands on her beautiful body. Every curve of her figure, the softness of her taut skin, and the raging heat between us. I grind up against her as she wraps her legs around me. Every swipe of her tongue sends electricity down to my cock, making me harder and harder. I can sense how ready she is for me right now, but I’m teasing her, taking my time to enjoy each jolt of electricity that we’re sending through each other.
I pull off each last wisp of fabric, and she stretches her arms over her head, her breasts standing at attention. My tongue swirls over her skin, hot and salty in my mouth. She kneels down, looking up at me, eyes wide. Her hand grasps my hard length, and her she kisses and licks me.
Before she takes my cock into her mouth, I tilt her chin up and run my thumb over her rose-petal lips. She kisses my fingers, taking one into her mouth, a prelude to sucking my cock, teasing me back. Then she runs her tongue over the head of my cock and swallows me so I’m inside her mouth. As she swirls her tongue around the head, I’m overcome and need her to take me in, the full length pushing down into her throat. She responds, opening up and moaning vibrations through my stiff length.
“Yeah, that's it, good girl,” I murmur. My head falls back. She wraps her lips around me and draws my cock deep inside her again and again as she slips her tongue around the most sensitive parts. Her hands are running up and down my legs, my sack, my ass, until I need to pound myself inside her. I have to fuck her sweet little pussy.
Dragging her over to the bed this time, I lay her down, and kiss down the length of her body. She’s squealing, and when I plunge into her sweet softness, it's beyond any pleasure I’ve ever felt. Everything about her, the way she smells, tastes, feels—it’s perfection. Our hips buck wildly as we fuck, tempting and teasing and dying to get closer. There’s a hot core of energy building and building inside me. I try to keep myself under control, I want to fuck her forever, but the contractions from her pussy as she comes push me over the edge. I’m falling into her. We’re crying out, screaming each other’s names, writhing, bucking. I jet inside her, and I watch her face change as she hits orgasm one more time. Our bodies shiver and quake and finally come to rest, and for a long time the only sound in the room is our breathing synching as we recover.
You’re so sexy,” she says. “The way you smell … the way you taste.” She kisses my neck softly. “The way you make love to me.”
“I was just thinking the same about you.” I pull her closer and we hold each other, each of us wondering what is happening to us.