Quarterback’s Surprise Baby(20)

Like they say, if Mohammed won't come to the mountain, the mountain will have to go to Mohammed.

My car roars into life and I take off toward Odell's place.



I hear her voice from inside. “Who is it? And what are you doing here at this hour?”

“Odell, open up, it's Griff,” I try the door, but it's locked.

“Shit Griff, ok, hold on.” She opens the door and wraps her robe around her a little more tightly. It's kind of flimsy as is—short, and filmy. She ties the sash around her and rubs her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn't let so much time go by without seeing you.” I run my hand through my hair.

“Odell, can I come in?”

“Yeah, get in here,” she says. “Sorry, I'm a little out of it. I fell asleep on the couch.”

“Damn, you look sexy,” I say. “I'm sorry to barge in you but …”

She walks over and melts into my arms. Her body feels so warm. I crush her to my chest and kiss her hair.

“Griff,” she says. “Where have you been?”

“I won my game tonight,” I tell her. “I was incredible.”

“I know, you're amazing,” she murmurs. I kiss her hair.

“You really think so?” I ask.

“Of course, everyone thinks so.” I pull her tighter.

“Yeah, I don't care so much about what everyone thinks.” She looks up at me. “Just what you think.”

“I missed you, babe,” she says. Her lips are a tawny rose pink, and so soft looking. I can't resist kissing her. Hard at first, claiming her, then tenderly. She responds immediately, hungrily. I undo her sash and let her robe fall open as she pulls my shirt over my head. Her skin on my skin is like velvet, soft and smooth, and she's saying my name so softly as I let my lips trail down the side of her face and to her breasts. I take one hardening nipple in my mouth and then the other, and her head falls back as she groans in pleasure.

If all I am in the world is a fuck to this incredible woman, then I'm going to be the greatest fuck she ever had. My hand reaches around to her sweet, soft ass, and I slip my fingers under the delicate fabric of her silky panties, to caress the even softer skin underneath them. Her curves drive me wild and make me hard as a rock, but I don't want to rush her—I'm going to take my time and enjoy every moment teasing and kissing her before I satiate her with every inch of my cock.

Her nipples stand at attention, and I suck and bite them as I slowly slip her panties to the floor. Her bare feet step out of the scrap of material and my mouth burns a trail down her stomach to her mound. Its scent and wetness are driving me crazy with desire for her. I bury my face in between her legs, kissing and sucking the rose petal tender skin that surrounds her clit, as she whispers my name over and over again. I hold her ass in one hand, and with the other, I reach a finger inside her, her dripping juices lubricating me as I slide in. I feel her trembling, quivering, and I get a little closer to her center, lapping and sucking at her sweet flesh as I caress her from the inside as well.

I could do this for hours. She is worth it—she is perfection in a woman—her silky and voluptuous shape, her mind, her spirit. But it's not a chore—it’s a pleasure to feel her coming into herself, as I slide in and out of her wetness.

She's about to come. She stiffens and her allows me in further. I press harder inside her as I continue to lick and suck her clit. Suddenly, she erupts on my hand, convulsion after convulsion claiming her, and I keep her coming and coming.

“Oh my God, Griff,” she's nearly screaming. “What are you doing to me? It's incredible...”

I don't let up. I keep her orgasm going as long as she can stand it. And then I know she can take me in fully, so I pick her up and I carry her over to her bed, and lean in to kiss her enticing pussy. But instead, she pulls me up toward her and says, “Griff, come inside me, I need to feel you.”

I don't have to be asked twice. She's the wettest and juiciest thing I could ever be inside of and I slip in one stroke, seeing her face contort in pleasure as I do. She takes me in fully as I balance the backs of her legs on my shoulders, opening her wider as I plunge inside. Seeing her body laid out in front of me; the brown skin and dusky nipples, the breasts bouncing as I slap against her pussy—it nearly takes all my control not to let myself go off immediately inside her, but the feeling of fucking her is so utterly perfect I want it to last forever.

Her eyes rolling back, she digs her fingernails into my back as I take her, making her mine over and over as I dominate her body and surrender myself to her at the same time.

“Odell, you're the best,” I breathe. “You're so fucking sexy, goddamn it.” Her body is soft and beautiful, and it fits mine perfectly. Her tight little pussy drives me into a frenzy. When I feel her starting to come on my cock, I can't take it any longer—I have to come too. We're both crying out now, as I jet inside her. I'm pushing in as far as I can go, her slick softness enveloping me as I send every inch of myself inside.

When it finally ends, I roll over beside her, holding her with one arm as she rests her head on my chest. I'm still breathing heavily and my heart still pounding wildly. But it feels great just to be with her. If this is all it is, then I'm going to take every moment I can.

She snuggles in a little closer to me and kisses my cheek. We drift off to sleep for a bit but then when I wake up and feel her beside me I’m overcome with lust again. She gradually awakens as I kiss her, and when she sees me next to her, she kisses me back with a wild ferocity.

“Behave, little girl,” I growl, pushing her against the mattress and pressing the length of my body against her own. I wrap my leg around her, pulling her closer, trying to subsume myself into her. I press my bulging cock against the thin fabric of her panties.

“You're so sexy,” she starts to say, but I muffle her words with my kisses.

“Shh,” I murmur, pulling her legs apart and freeing my cock. I don’t bother to remove her panties, rather I just push them aside, finding her already dripping wet for me. I caress the head of my cock in circles around her clit tantalizingly before spinning her body around, cheek against the bedspread. She moans as I enter her from behind, one hand playing with her swollen clit and the other clutching her breast as I slide slowly in and out.

“Fuck yeah, you feel so good,” she moans, as I thrust into her slowly, rhythmically.

“You. Feel. Amazing,” I answer. She sticks her ass out and tilts her hips to let me push in deeper, and I can feel her pussy pulsing around me.

“Uhhh,” is all I can get out, barely a word, just a moan as I bury my cock in her again and again. I am addicted to this body of hers, to her mind, to her whole being—to the relief that only she can provide. Without me pushing into her I am nothing, just a footballer, just a jock. With her, I am untold waves of pleasure, the thrill of release, and the cycle of need and satisfaction that I can ride over and over again, as she rides me. I am love. The tension builds as my fingers caress her clit and I go deep, stretching her open. My legs are tensing, ass held high. At the moment she’s ready to come, I push my other thumb into her ass, making her squeal and scream, eyes wide, shocked and filled fully, as she ripples her undulating pleasure all over my dick. My fingers fill her as I penetrate and rub her to multiple orgasms, each one more rippling and more powerful than the last, as I grind her body into the mattress. When I finally fill her with streams of seed, she trembles and turns over.

“Fuck Gryphon, that was amazing,” she says, and we lay together in a haze, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling fan as it whirls.

In the morning, when we wake up, the mood is strangely somber. I try to suggest going out for breakfast, but Odell’s lack of interest is obvious.

I want to be there for her if she’s going through something, but she won't talk despite the fact that she listens to me. Well, fine, don’t trust me, I think. Her head is in her hand.

“Odell, I'm going to take off then,” I finally say.

“Ok, Griff, we’ll chat later,” she says. She gives me a halfhearted hug and then turns away.

“Hey,” I finally say. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I just haven't been feeling too good in the mornings lately.” It's true—she does look a little queasy.

“You drinking too much, Odell?” I kid.

“Nah, I've been laying off for the most part. It's mostly the stress of the new job I think.”

“They're lucky you're even showing up!” I tell her, trying to give her another hug and kiss, but she brushes me off.

“Sorry Griff, but I think I'm going to hu—” And with that, she runs past me and into the bathroom.

I hesitate, but with the sounds coming from the bathroom, I imagine she wants privacy anyway. “Ok, bye babe,” I yell, going to the door. “Talk later. Call me if you need anything.”

Closing the door behind me, I hope she doesn't have the flu. I can't be sick right now, especially since I've just got coach back on my side. Since she seems to want things casual, I probably should just give her some space. She won't mind if I don't hang around, I figure, shutting the door behind me.





19





Odell



Despite my nausea, I’m dressed to the nines, and as ready as I’ll ever be for yet another difficult meeting. I have the recording of what Carlton was saying in my back pocket just in case I need it. I'm still not sure if it’ll be to my benefit because I don't want to make it look like I am vindictive or unprofessional, but at the same time, it would be stupid to let him get away with his stone age attitudes towards women if he tries to bring me down.