I walk up and stand beside her, doing my best to mimic her movements. She teaches them positions, plies, and a bunch of exercises I don’t know the name of, fluttering her legs like a butterfly, before moving through a series of stretches.
When we’re finally done, Drake pipes up, “Now I feel like a proper dancer!” and the boys all laugh. Odell’s smile is good-natured.
“If you feel like a proper dancer, then your feet and your butt hurt!” she grins.
I put my arm around her, sliding my hand down the small of her back and let my fingers rest on the curve where her ass begins. “Thanks babe,” I whisper. Turning away, I tell Drake to set up the pylons again, and I hear groans.
“No bellyaching!” I shout. “We’re going to run them again, and I’m going to let Odell time you!” Our eyes meet as I hand her the stopwatch. “Let me show you how it’s done!” She pushes go, and I run them, twisting and turning through the obstacles, and I do feel smoother and more limber after her workout.
“One minute twelve seconds!” She yells out as I finish. “What’s the record, Griff?”
“That’s the record,” the running back says, impressed. “That’s why this guy makes the big bucks.
“You try,” I say, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my shirt. Odell catches a peek of my abs, and I wink at her.
“All right,” he says, and stands at the beginning of the course. Odell yells, “Go!” and he takes off, not as well as I did, but pretty great.
“One twenty!” she says.
“See, you work, you improve!” I yell. Each man goes through, and each shaves time off his total.
“I think we got a new coach here, Griff,” says the linebacker. I smile. “No, not you, your lady friend!” The fellas laugh, but my face is serious.
“She’s way too expensive for us, boys,” I grin. “Now Drake, take them through their cool down, and I’ll see you guys in the locker room in a few.” I grab Odell’s hand and we walk off the pitch, ignoring the sounds of hooting and hollering coming from the players.
“That was amazing,” I say. “You know, you might have a career in football.” I chuck her chin and brush a bit of stray hair that always falls in her beautiful face. “I was getting nowhere with them.”
“Well they clearly adore you,” she smiles at me, “like you’re their hero.”
“I am,” I laugh, pretending to polish my nails on the front of my jersey. “But I don’t want to be their hero,” I say, leading her up the stairs to the hallway. “I want to be yours.”
“Gryphon,” she says, gently hitting my arm.
“Oh are you giving me a massage?” I ask. “Do it again, feels good.”
She leans in and looks at me, her Godiva eyes alight. I kiss her, hard.
“Maybe you are my hero,” she says softly when we stop.
“Maybe you’re mine,” I reply.
12
Odell
“I want you to be mine. Only mine,” Gryphon says. His hand begins to trace my collarbone, then slowly slides down to the top of my neckline. I shiver a little. He keeps on: “I adore you, Odell. I want you.” Looking in my eyes, he opens one button and then the next. His finger slips under the lace of my bra. “Only for me.” Breathless, I’m unable to answer.
And with that he leans toward me and his body presses up against mine, and he has me up against the door of his bedroom. His cologne, a clean soapy smell underlaid with a soft musk, fills my nose. My fingers hungrily explore his back, his neck, his arms, feeling the powerful movement of sinew and bone, muscle and skin. His face is so close, his hot breath on my cheek. His mouth covers mine and I’m silenced and filled with light as our tongues touch and then taste each other before passionately mingling, pulling back and joining again. His lips are so warm and soft and slippery. I gently bite his lower lip, pulling it slightly into my mouth as I sense myself swell and warm. I am starting to feel like his. And it’s dangerous. But I don’t want to be with anyone else, I just want to be with Griff. I can feel the stress of everything wash away as he kisses me.
He unhurriedly pulls up my shirt, and the soft fabric stretches across my nipples underneath my skimpy bra, and the silky feeling makes them even more erect. Griff pulls the fabric away and takes each one in his mouth, his tongue and teeth gently playing on my stiff peaks. He reaches back and unhooks my bra, and it falls on the floor, forgotten. He kisses down the center of my chest and my hips begin rocking and bucking into him, pressing against his thigh, feeling the increasing tightness of his pants and the hardness of him, his stiffness against me, so eager and ready.
“Odell,” he whispers. “You’re so beautiful. You’re mine, Odell.” My hands scramble down to his fly, like they’re moving of their own will, scrambling to finally free what is gathering strength under the fabric. With a rush soon his cock bounces free, and proudly stands - and my panties dampen in response, ready for him to plunge inside, to make his claims real. My hands take his length as he kisses her face and her hair, and I marvel at its hardness, its size, its clear desire.
But before he makes me his, I have to make him mine. I kneel and take him into my mouth, as far as I can, licking and sucking him, feeling the rose-petal soft flesh on his rock hard shaft. His hands tangle in my hair. His magnificent cock – soft skin and so, so hard - I slowly licked the tip of his quivering cock, tasting and savoring the salty sweetness. Again my hands are moving on their own, electric, fingertips reveling in each sensation as I feel the skin of his balls contract and move in response to my touch. Cock still in my mouth I look up at his face. A new expression is in his eyes – the first time I’ve seen him completely vulnerable, his eyes half closed and so unguarded, staring at me, fierce eyebrows knitted together, soft lips slightly pursed and mouth open.
I can’t keep my eyes off him as I slowly pull every inch of him into my mouth. I want him inside me every way possible. He cries out as my hands encircle his taut ass and pull him in even deeper. He’s sliding in and out, back and forth as I lick the tender skin, both of us rhythmically breathing along with the movement, faster and faster.
“Odell,” he says, stopping me. “You feel amazing, but I have to fuck you, baby,” and pulls me up, bending me over the bed, facing away from him. Now he’s kneeling on the ground, fingers gently spreading and opening my ass cheeks, thumb gently moving back and forth between my soft folds, then he slides it in a little, stroking me tentatively, then more insistently. Kissing the backs of my thighs, the spot where my legs meet, he takes my lips in his mouth. He licks and sucks around my slit, teasing, then takes my clit with his tongue, teasing and retreating, then lightly sucking. Before I realize it, I’m feeling the most delicate of pleasures as his tongue moves toward my rear, first encircling, then entering. I’m a bit shocked with myself – I’ve always been such a good girl – nobody has ever touched me there, and now he’s tasting me, fingering me, opening and licking me, and I love it.
After a gorgeous eternity he stands up and presses the head of his cock against my slit, pausing. “You want me Odell?” he asks. I can barely breathe.
“Yes, oh yes!” I manage to say. I feel like I need him inside me more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. Everything is pale is comparison. “Yes please,” I say, and he pushes inside me in one slick motion. My pussy drips as he moves his glistening cock inside me, his hips swiveling and his balls swinging against my clit. Griff grasps my hips and dominates my movements, taking control of me expertly. My breath comes back to me but nothing like words come from my mouth. I come once, and then again, stronger as his strong thighs push against my ass cheeks, slapping gently, quickly. When he leans over, he pinches my nipples lightly and the electricity goes straight to my clit and I come again. “Gryphon…” I scream as the ripples go through me. He only cries out in response, filling me with spurts of hot cum, dripping out of me, as he collapses on me and we lay there, breathing heavily.
I am his.
13
Odell
I order a piece of pie, but I find myself unable to touch it. Kent’s meeting me at the coffee shop to give me a full report, but I wish I could’ve put him off today, despite how much I want to get the information from him.
I’m not sure if I’m sick or if it’s just that nerve-wracking to deal with this stress. I’ve tried to stay on the down low this week while Kent’s investigating, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about Gryphon,what we are building, and how much could be lost if he gets charged with DV. And what it will mean to me if Sabrina Forbes is telling the truth and he did attack her. It all leaves me wondering if I will have the courage to leave Griff even as I fear I'm falling in love with him. My stomach is churning.
I need to know the truth and that’s why I’m here.
Despite Carlton’s espionage, neither Griff nor I have been able to ignore each other. We text pretty constantly when he’s not on the field and I’m not working, and we’ve been stealing as many nights together as we can. Through the pleasure, the thought of what could happen if things don’t work out for him, for us, lurks around the corners of our happiness.