“Sure,” I say. She stands beside me and her sweet scent fills my nose and I’m brought back to last night. It hits me hard and for a second I lose my cool and just breathe her in. Odell.
“Look, I was a total jerk today, I was completely and utterly unprofessional, and my colleague gave me a really hard time for how I treated you. And deservedly so. I’m really sorry—I guess I just thought you were tricking me somehow, after what we'd been through, just showing up like that as my client.” Her voice is soft, and her lip is quivering a bit. It’s all I can do not to trace it with my thumb and touching its trembling with my mouth. But the sincerity in her voice softens my heart, and I know she’s telling the truth.
“How do you think I felt?” I say, gruffly. “I thought the same thing, that you had targeted me and slept with me. I was wondering if maybe Sabrina was behind it all.”
Drake sticks his head in between us. “Who is this fine vision of a lady?” he asks. “You got visitors in the club house, Griff?”
“Mind your own,” I tell him, with a look in my eyes that he knows means business.
“Yes sir,” he says, jumping back in a comic way. “I'm sorry, we just don't see such perfectly lovely ladies as yourself every day in the locker room.” He does a quick bow and turns around on his heel. “I’ll leave you two alone!”
“That's fine,” Odell says, smiling at him perfunctorily and then she turns back to me. She sticks her hand out. “So, anyway, are we friends?” She tilts her head, and flashes those eyes again at me. I'm powerless to resist such a pretty smile.
I grab her hand to shake it, and the electricity between us burns both of us. She jumps back, but I don't let go.
“Griff,” she says.
“Odell,” I answer.
“What is this?” Her eyes are wide, and her voice shakes.
“You feel it too,” I say.
“I do,” she answers.
We hold hands for a moment and then reality hits me and I let go. What good is it to bother trying to impress her, to try to be with her, when it is doomed from the start? I can’t forget that this girl's important, and I'm just a low-class hooligan in what amounts to a temporary job. A gladiator for the masses. And besides, I have a lawsuit against me. And she’s my lawyer. Who do I motherfucking think I am?
She brushes a strand of hair out of her eyes, and blinks a few times. I turn toward my locker, trying not to let her see the darkness that has undoubtedly flashed across my face.
“Well in any case,” I say, my voice sounding oddly formal in my years, “it was nice of you to come in and apologize. I apologize as well—I should have behaved better. It’s all a misunderstanding. Water under the bridge. I ought to get changed now, Odell.”
“Griff,” she says. Her voice is halting.
“Yeah,” I can’t help but turn to her and again I’m snared by those dark eyes, with their mesmerizing flash. I want you, I think.
“I was invited to go out with your friends tonight,” she starts. “Are you going to go?”
“Oh yeah? I hadn't decided.”
“Ok,” she says. “Or... maybe we could just go back to your place.” She's whispering now, and I’m thinking of nothing but taking that body in my arms and having my way with it. As soon as possible.
“Meet me outside here in ten minutes,” comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. I have to have you.
“Okay,” she turns and I watch that perfect round ass walk out the door. What the fuck am I doing? Having sex with the one woman who can get me in or out of the worst situation I’ve ever been in? But there’s something about her I can't resist. A magnetic pull that she has on me. How am I supposed to fight that?
I grab my clothes and slip them on as quickly as I can, before the guys can rib me too much about her, or about going out with them to celebrate. But I don't feel like celebrating—all I want to do is bend her over and get inside; grab her hips and pull her ass towards me. I have to get to her as soon as I can.
“Who was that?” says the running back, sticking his face in mine. “She was fine!”
“That's my lawyer,” I tell him.
“Lawyer!” he looks at me. “I would adjourn to the bedroom! I'd be working pro-bono!”
“Shut up, man,” I look at him. “Give me a break.”
“Are you sleeping with her, my man?” he asks. “Because if you're not, I'd be glad to take her on. She can rest her case on me anytime! Maybe she could get me off too!”
“Look man, knock it off,” I say, slamming the door shut. He's not a small guy, but I stand over him, practically growling in his face. My fists are curling at my sides.
“Hey man, he’s just joking,” says Drake. “Take it down a notch, you two.” He waggles his finger in our faces.
Running back puts his hands up. “Just kidding, man, nice game tonight,” he adds.
“You coming out for drinks?” Drake asks.
“I have to talk to my lawyer, so not tonight,” I say.
“Gotta go through her briefs?” Running back asks slyly, then steps back, grinning. “I kid, I kid! Look best of luck to you, Griff,” he says, turning back to the party. “You killed that touchdown!” He stops for a second. “You sure you don’t want to invite her?”
Shaking my head, I take the opportunity to grab my bag and leave the locker room before I end up doing two things I'll regret tonight—sleeping with Odell, and punching out a member of my team.
8
Odell
He lets me into his apartment, putting his hand on the small of my back, and I can feel that same, illicit sizzle that happened earlier when he touched me in the locker room. It makes me crazy just to feel his fingers on my skin, a crackle of electricity straight to my core, followed by tingling as my body responds to his every move and touch. He's the single hottest man that I've ever come across. The intensity in his eyes, the tattoos that menace from under the edges of his shirt, the muscles that ripple when he moves, even when half-hidden by fabric. And the way he looks at me, like he's burning inside for me, smoldering with barely controlled lust soaks my panties. He turns to me.
“Odell, would you like something to drink? Wine, beer, anything?”
Before I can answer him, he pushes me up against the door of the apartment, my arms over my head, and his large rough hand snakes its way down my neck, over my breast, my sides, and then cups my ass. His lips are covering mine, his tongue sliding between my lips and spiraling with my own, as he presses against me. His knee pushes between my legs, his thigh pressing against my mound. I grind against it, immediately aflame, full of desire and need.
“Odell,” he breathes. “You are so incredibly sexy. You're making me crazy.”
“You,” I answer, softly, “You are,” before he catches my lips again in a playful kiss, grabbing my lower lip between his teeth and pulling gently. We kiss quickly, tenderly, then he plunges his tongue into my mouth as he grabs my breast and massages the stiffening nipple. I squeal with need as he circles and pinches. Then neither of us are even trying to form words anymore, just moaning, feeling every inch of each other's bodies as we writhe and fight to get closer to one another.
My hands slip under his shirt, and his body is warm, and hard but malleable, and his skin is soft. He smells amazing, a combination of woody musk and clean sweat. I pull him closer and my other hand slips up his neck and into his hair, my fingernails earning a groan from him as they scratch his scalp and tangle into his thick hair.
He pulls down my bottoms as I undo his belt, releasing the massive member from his pants, and the thick length bounces away from his boxer briefs. He clearly wants me and yearns to be inside me just as much as I want to envelop him.
My clothes drop to the floor, a forgotten puddle of fabric. My thong and bra are all that’s left. He pulls sharply against my thong, and it rips and falls off. His face is between my legs, licking the lips, delicately circling my clit, sucking and drawing in my soft, sensitive flesh while I entwine both my hands in his hair. Nobody's ever wanted me this badly before. Nobody's ever dived in like this. When he gently takes my clit inside his mouth and sucks it expertly, my mind is filled with white light. My knees buckle, and if it weren’t for his strong arm supporting my ass, I would fall down, or slide down the wall. But part of me feels like I would just fall off the face of the earth and just become one of the stars, as his expert tongue swirls over my slit and earns a deep moan from my throat.
The energy between my legs focuses and then in a chain of convulsions sends waves through my core. As I reach the peak of orgasm, he slides up my body, spreads my legs open and pushes himself inside me—stretching me and filling me over and over again. His hands wrap around my ass and pull my legs up and around his waist. I’m impaled on his body, supported only by his big hands.
As I gratefully ride his cock, in the back of my mind, I realize we should have gotten a condom, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. I need his body, his desire, and his forgiveness, right now.
My heart melts when he looks me in the eyes and his lips form a quick sweet smile, and the condom is forgotten. With me wrapped around him, he walks over to the couch and lays me down. He pushes a strand of hair out of my face, and kisses me before plunging into me again—drawing gasps and moans from me until I can feel it happening again. I'm coming, and it doesn’t feel like it’ll ever stop