Rooster: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (40 page)

“You like that, huh?” I say.

I can feel the heat coming off her skin when I touch it. She’s pretty sensitive around her neck, where the thickness of the muscle disappears down into her shoulder, around the area between the back of her ear and her hairline, and along the fragility of her clavicle, so I push myself there, holding her close to me, while I line her with carefully placed kisses designed to turn her on.

I don’t know whether it’s just me, or whether Lucy’s easier to turn on, but in my hands she’s trembling away in a matter of seconds, those gorgeous eyes open wide, her skin dotted with goose pimples that belie the heat coming off her, her pussy so wet she could have come already.

Making girls come was almost as good as football for me, making Lucy come even better. Out of the bedroom she doesn’t give much away, she’s hard to read and playful with her words, in here, she’s stripped down raw and as honest as I think I’ll ever see her.

You can’t hide what the body wants, because you can’t control how it reacts. With Lucy in my hands, her breath short and raspy, her heart rate racing, I know she’s enjoying herself completely.

I lay her out on the bed so I can get to her more easily, and at full stretch she can’t even reach the ends.

When I’ve got her in place, I take off my shirt just to give her an eyeful of what she knows already will be coming, and then I take off my jeans just to give my dick a bit of air. I’m practically pushing holes in the denim anyway, and with Lucy in a state of semi-undress already it doesn’t feel right for me to go ahead and unbalance it.

I’ve leaked pre-cum into the soft cotton fabric of my boxer shorts and Lucy can’t take her eyes off it.

“You like that?” I ask.

She nods. “I like everything you do.”

I remove her bra, and leave her panties on, so both of us have one more item to remove before we are fully naked. After two months without her, and because I didn’t even come the last time we fucked, I have no idea how long I’m going to last. For that reason, I want to concentrate on Lucy first, get her close to having an orgasm and then drive her home with my dick inside her. Afterward, we can fuck slow, fast, for hours at a time or whatever, but for right now, when I have no idea whether I’ll be able to hold on or not, it’s definitely the best strategy.

I can’t even remember the last time I came. It could even have been out on the boat.

Her tits are incredible. She has dark nipples that seem to be constantly in a state of semi-erection, and when I put them in my mouth, one at a time to be absolutely fair, they pop hard instantly and she can’t help but moan.

Lucy has a moan that sends shivers down my spine. I’ve heard some chicks sound like squeaky doors, others sound like wind through trees, but Lucy, her moan is the most animalistic, most debased, pure expression of raw enjoyment I’ve ever heard and it makes my dick swell right to the edge of its capacity.

I could spend hours sucking these nipples.

“That taking your mind off it.”

“My mind off what?” Lucy moans.

She’s a squirmer too. When she’s enjoying something she can’t help move her legs around, which not only do I find super cute, it means I have to hold her in place quite often. Denying her that movement makes her want to do it even more, which makes me even more eager to push her to the edge, just to see how much she can cope with it.

“You could probably make me come just by doing that”, she says.

“Really?”

“Really. That makes me so horny.”

“I think you could make yourself come just by thinking about sex”, I say.

“If it was sex with you, I probably could.”

“Lucky for you, you won’t need to.”

“If you don’t take my panties off now, they are going to melt.”

I don’t need telling twice, and even though I know exactly what her pussy looks like, it’s always nice to be reminded.

“I want to make you come with my tongue.”

“You make me come with whichever part of your body you like as long as when you come you do it inside me.”

“I can handle that, I’m sure.”

Lucy is happy to let me indulge her, and I’m just happy to have her here so I can do it. With any luck, there are a million moments like this awaiting us, a million more we can’t even predict.

It’s simple, but simple sometimes is best. We can fuck hanging from ropes attached to the ceiling, upside down in the shower, jumping out of a plane or at the top of a mountain when those moments meet us and seem right. Right now, Lucy on her back, her panties caught perfectly around one ankle, and me lying between her legs, one hand holding her open while the other runs circles around her tenderness, is absolutely right for here and now.

Lucy moans, her voice deep and guttural. She closes her hands into fists, sometimes with bedsheets between them, sometimes nothing else but atoms of squeezed down air, and I watch her legs tremble uncontrollably.

She tastes so good. It’s a taste I can’t describe because Lucy is unique like everyone else, but like everything else that this girl seems capable of doing to me, it turns me on at an internal level. Just sucking her would be enough to make me come, and I have to concentrate hard not to give over to her completely and let myself go.

“That. Fuck. There. Jesus.”

She is so wet that I can slide two fingers inside her almost without touching the sides. Lucy gathers them up welcomingly and then pushes down, her internal muscles working my knuckles like a wood chipper turning wood to sawdust. She’s tight but accommodating, strong, but supple too, and I can’t get enough of it.

Making someone come is empowering, making someone come that you love, one of the best feelings in the world.

“I’m going to-. If you. Carry on”, she moans.

“Carry on?” I ask.

I don’t stop my rhythm. Fingers moving slowly but purposefully in and out of her pussy, deep enough to stimulate her G-spot, not too deep to become overwhelming, my tongue nudging her clitoris, sucking it directly sometimes but only when I know she can handle it. I’m going to make her come against my mouth so I can feel the vibrations of her body right here against my lips.

“Oh my God, Alex. I’m going to-.”

“Come?”

With a deep, guttural moan of acquiescence, she comes hard, my fingers still up inside her, pussy convulsing, body twisting and squirming uncontrollably as she desperately tries to tame it and pull away from me. I feel it enter my body through my lips and then run all the way down my spine, sharp like electricity, until it finally buzzes out through my fingertips in pulses.

Her body is layered in a thin film of sweat and my mouth is gooey with her juices, my fingers trapped up inside her still with the expanding and contracting of her pussy muscles.

Momentarily tense as it beats out through her, Lucy finally relaxes as she lets it in, sinking visibly into the bed as though a huge weight has been lifted from her and only now she’s come can she fully relax.

I let her lie still for a while, my hand at her wrist feeling her racing pulse begin to return to normal. I’m so hard I could explode, but right now I’m not going to do anything until she asks me for it.

“Alex?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Two things.”

“Room for improvement?”

“No. Not this time.”

“Go on.”

“One, that was the best oral sex I’ve ever had, and two, if you’re not inside me in the next five seconds fucking me to another orgasm, I’m going to-.”

I don’t even let her finish the sentence before she’s flipped over, face down against the sheets now, her legs spread out wide around mine as though mid breaststroke, my dick bearing down on her like everything she’s ever dreamed of.

“That’s why I like you, Alex”, she says.

“Why?” I ask as I slide inside her, the sensation so perfect I have to hold my breath not to come.

“We’re completely on the same-. Fuck. Wavelength.”

“You mean, we connect.”

I have her hair in my hand, snapped back just tight enough she can feel it.

“Oh my God that is so-”, she gasps.

“Deep?”

“Fuck, Alex.”

I push her legs out even wider with my knees, just so she knows I’m fully in control, and like this, I can get so deep I’m almost coming out the other side. Lucy raises her ass into the air begging for more, her hands making those little fists again, grabbing at air and nothing, the movement reflected almost exactly in the squeezing shut of her eyes against what’s coming for her.

“I’m going to come like this, deep inside you”, I warn her.

“Mmmhmmmm.”

“I’m going to fill you so full of my cum you’ll be able to taste me.”

I lie flat on top of her to press my weight into her and trap her between me and the bed. I take her hand and spread it out below mine and then I interlock our fingers and squeeze them together.

I’ve missed this. Twice was never going to be enough for me and I’m so glad she knew it too. Lucy and I took our time, but now we’ve managed it, it’s clear there is nothing better in this world, for either of us.

Sweat grips her shoulders like dew on a freshly cut lawn, and beads down the divot her spine makes in her back, like condensation running down a pane of glass. I feel it hot and wet against my chest, her breathing beyond that, lilted and corrupt.

It’s coming for us both and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. I thrust deep, each movement pushing me a thousand times higher, my whole body sensitive to what’s coming, my hands trembling so much if I didn’t have them wrapped around hers, they’d be nothing but a blur.

Two months condensed into a single powerful moment, all that energy and expectation, all that disappointment and desire, coming at me hard in one go. When it hits me finally, when I can’t hold on any longer, and I feel Lucy’s pussy muscle explode in orgasm again, this time around my cock, I feel like the world has cracked in half, the universe has shown me its secrets, and nothing, from this moment on will ever be the same again.

Together, wrapped both in each other and each other’s orgasms, we make a sound that could be heard ringing out across the five boroughs of New York. I have never felt anything as pure, certainly nothing as overwhelming, and as I lay there on top of her, my body at once tense and so relaxed I feel like I’ve lost control of every muscle, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven, only to get reborn immediately to experience the whole incredible thing again.

It comes in waves, and I have no idea how long I’m coming for. I lose sense of the perception of time, and everything else takes a back seat to the sensation of perfection coursing through my veins, so that what I’m finally left with, for an indeterminable amount of time, is a completely clear mind and an overwhelming sensation of happiness.

Eventually, Lucy makes a noise that pulls me back to reality and I realize she’s calling my name. I line her neck with kisses, and she shivers as I move across her.

“If it’s like that always, you can stay”, she says.

“This is my house”, I remind her.

“Then I won’t have to give you the tour.”

I slowly guide myself out, still hard because even when I come with this girl, even when I’m totally satisfied there is nothing more she can do for me in
that
moment, I’m still left wanting, hard at the possibility of what’s to come.

I lie next to her, lips pressed lightly against one another, not only so I can kiss her if I want, but that I can feel her breath on my lips.

“Feel better?” I ask.

“Mmmhmmm.”

She reaches for my hand to pull up against her chest.

“Two months was way too long.”

“And nine years was an eternity”, I say.

“How did you know?”

“Same way you did.”

“You think other people get this lucky?”

“Nah, only you.”

I kiss her quick before she can berate me, hold tight onto a hand that’s trying to playfully slap me.

“Arrogant”, she says, past kissing lips.

“Confident.”

“Sleepy?”

“Satisfied.”

“For now.”

“Then I hope you don’t have plans for the rest of the weekend”, I say.

“Well, you know, I thought you might last a bit longer so-.”

“You kinda left me hanging last time, and an ass as cute as yours. What more can I say?”

“Irresistible”, she says.

“Exactly.”

“You are dangerous.”

“Only in the wrong hands.”

Lucy falls asleep first, her body trapped between mine and the bed, her head rested perfectly in the space between my neck and my shoulder. As her breathing falls into a light, hypnotic rhythm, I find that I’m not all that far behind her.

Twelve.

Lucy

I’m not sure if I’m ready for a long-term relationship, even if Alex is. Marriage, living together, babies? It all sounds so ridiculously grown up, so completely incongruous to what I’m used to.