Violation (13 page)

“I’m not going for him.”

“Are you going for me?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to go for you?”

“Yes, I would like to see some, no, all of the moves you were taught. Please.”

“Noah you make me feel sexy. I know you’ve been with a lot of women. More than the men I’ve been with. My list of men is small. I took the class because I want to be sexy for you.”

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
“I appreciate you putting forth the effort. You are naturally sexy, but I’m willing to reap the benefits of all your dance classes. What did they teach you?”

“To dance seductively and work the stripper pole, lap dancing, stuff like that.”

“When will I get a show of your skills?”

“Soon, I want to take a few more classes.”

Cool.”

“I hate that asshole ruined my surprise.”

“He didn’t ruin anything. We’re careful. He doesn’t have a clue. He knows its fitness. He looked it up.”

I winced as a sharp pain hit my knee.

“What’s wrong?” She sincerely asked.

“My knees, I need to ice them.”

“Just sit down. I’ll get the ice, just sit.”

I did as I was told. I sat in the chair by the window in my bedroom. I watched Serena’s rear as she left the room. Her ass was phenomenal. I watched it move every chance I got.

I leaned my head back on the chair and stared up at the ceiling. I was in pain but I was happy. I was in the comfort of my home. Serena was here. She was here for me. She wasn’t there for Dee. This time, he went home and she wasn’t there to greet him. I felt special in every way. I shouldn’t gloat but I had something great with her. I can gloat just a little.

I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. I tried to focus on something other than the pain.

I sensed Serena’s presence and lifted my head. I opened my eyes to her walking toward me. She had a huge mixing bowl filled with ice packs inside. She also had a bottle of water.

“Here take these pain pills and drink the water.” She placed the pills in my hand.

“What are they?”

“Just take them.” She tipped her head and smiled. I couldn’t resist that smile. I shoved the pills into my mouth and opened the bottled water. I drink it down completely. Serena was standing there with her hand out. She took the open bottle. Serena went down on her knees with the bowl. She sat on her legs in the wide space between in legs.

My member twitched but I switched my mind to the pain.

I leaned forward. “You don’t have to do this. I can wrap my knees.”

“Sit back and get comfortable. I can do it.”

I leaned my body back in the chair and rested my head. No woman has ever done this for me. No woman has ever attempted. Shelley watched me do it, but she never tried to help. Even if Serena has no idea what she’s doing I still appreciate the effort. It’s sweet. It’s a caring gesture. It’s something that Serena would do.

She had the tape. She had scissors. She unlaced my gym shoes and pulled them off my feet one at a time. She removed my socks and massaged my feet for a few seconds. She was getting the circulation going in my feet before she started on my knees.

Serena removed the ointment from the bowl and applied to my knees. She massaged it into my skin in gentle circular motions using her fingertips. She applied the ice packs around the front and back of my knees. She was being very precise with her wrap technique. I looked down at her and wanted to fuck her through the pain. If there was any way I could get my dick to perform I would.

“I’m sorry I kept you up all night. I didn’t know your knees were inflamed.”

“I played too hard. I pushed my body too far. I should have gone back to the hotel instead of partying with those guys.”

“You should have got more sleep.”

“I got some sleep on the plane. I will be okay in a few hours.”

“Okay I’m done.” She stood up and looked down at me.

“You learned how to do this for Dee?”

“Yeah I did.”

“When was the last time you did it for him?”

“I used to do it all the time after the games. That was when he would come home. It’s been years. Now I don’t want to touch him in any way.”

“When I was in Vegas I ran into my ex, Shelley.”

“You ran into her?” She had her hands on her lovely hips.

“Yes, she happened to be at Club Vive La last night.”

“Okay so, it was good seeing her, I guess.” Serena stepped away from me and sat on the bed. She was jealous. I could clearly see it. It was cute.

“She flirted. She tried to pick up where we left off.”

“Oh well.” She shrugged. “You’re single so you can do whatever you want to do. You don’t have to tell me about other women.”

“I turned her down. There are no other women. There is just you.”

“Really? She smirked.

I grinned. “I’m happy with what we have. I’m committed to only you. I went to bed on FaceTime with you last night.”

“I can’t ask you to put your life on hold for me and my doomed marriage.”

“I’m not on hold. I’m just committed to only you. I know you can’t be that for me. I’m not going to lie. I want to be the only man you sleep with.”

“You are.”

“I’m trying to be cool but I can be jealous. I want you all to myself.”

“Well Deshawn doesn’t touch me and I don’t want him too.”

“Should I believe you? He’s your husband.”

“You know better than me about all the other women and babies and mess. Did you know he burned me ten years ago?”

“No I didn’t.”

“That never came up in your bro-convo?”

“Nope.”

“He gave me Chlamydia. We didn’t have sex for a year after that. I wanted to divorce him but I had two kids with him. He acted like he was sorry. He used to pretend to care about my feelings but now he doesn’t give a damn about me. I care about his reputation when he doesn’t. I care about his image but he doesn’t. I have the power to fuck his life up but I wouldn’t do that. I respect our family. There are times I felt sorry for him. There are times I hated him. I just don’t have the energy to fight, or care, or try anymore. Noah, you make me happy. I haven’t been happy in such a long time. I don’t remember the last time I smiled from my insides. I don’t know how long this can last but I’m just happy to have it now.”

“It could last forever.”

“When the newness wears off then what?”

“You’ll always be new to me.”

“I’m an NBA wife. I know how easy it is for players to be distracted when the next cheerleader, video vixen or pop singer comes along and shakes her ass. When my son goes to college I’m seriously thinking about leaving Deshawn.”

I wanted to jump out of my seat. Instead, I remained cool and thought of the possibilities of a future with Serena.

“If it’s not working, that is a viable option.”

“Viable option, yeah and probably the only option. I can never be in a serious relationship with another professional athlete.”

“That was a very inappropriate thing to say to the professional athlete you’re currently sleeping with that has a mad crush on you.”

“A mad crush?”

“More than a crush. Serena, I would never treat you like Dee does.”

“I heard the same claims from Deshawn but they were lies.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Deshawn might have believed his words when he said them. He may have thought he was going to be faithful when we got married, but time, fame and money, it changes people.”

“I had money and fame before I met you. Those things don’t apply to me.”

“Time applies. How many years until sex with me is not good enough? You’ll need newer, younger sex.”

“We’re not just sex. We are more than that. You have been a true friend to me since I came to this town. You have given me advice. We have shopped for a house, furniture and a car with me. You did things that a girlfriend would do. It’s not all sex. I care about you. I’ve shown that to you before sex even came into the equation. You care about me too.”

Serena walked over to me. “I care about you. I really do.”

“But?”

“But my experience with a pro-baller is just bad. I have more bad times than good times. I can’t even remember the good times. I have been the sounding board for every new wife that comes along and realizes this life is shit. Every single expensive gift you get comes with a groupie hoe attached to it. When I finally get out, I would be a fool to go back to that.”

“Maybe I can change your mind.”

She rolled her eyes.

I raised my hand and summoned her to me.

Serena stood before me.

“My knees are numb but my dick has nine lives.” I removed my veiny brick from my shorts and held it out for her to see. “Maybe I can fuck you into a different way of thinking.”

“You can try.” She smiled with all her bright teeth. Why is she so gorgeous?

“Come on have a seat, right here.” I tipped my dickhead in her direction.

Serena removed her stretchy pants and her polka dot panties. I opened my legs and she climbed into the chair and straddled me. My hands palmed the full meat of her ass. She reached behind her thigh and seized my beast. She tilted him right to her opening. I watched her as she watched me. I felt her lower herself down on me. I fought to keep my eyes open as she pulled me down inside her tight lubricated hole.

A rush of emotions flooded my chest. I really have intense feelings for Serena. I think I, no this feels good.

I grabbed her by the neck. “Take your fucking wedding ring off when you’re with me.”

Serena was shocked by my actions. She paused as my words sunk in. She removed the ring and tossed it on the rug by my chest of drawers. My dick jumped inside her and enjoyed her bold move.

“I’m sorry.”

I slowly released her neck and let my fingers trail down her breasts. I told her to proceed with my eyes.

She moved her hips like ocean waves. I watched her as she watched me. We held this freaky direct eye contact for what seemed like forever. No kissing, just staring. I listened as her moans escaped her lips and buzzed through the air. Did she have any idea how good her pussy felt? Did she have any idea that no matter what she said or did I was locked in?

I held it together long enough to pick her up and carry her to the bed. I had a lot of positions I wanted to twist and turn her in. I wanted her to see just how good it could be with me. I wasn’t stupid enough to think my dick would lock her in. My dick would just be a starting point. I was going to have to make a grand gesture when the time was right.

We had explosive sex all day and throughout the night. She tried to leave around two in the morning but I pinned her down on the bed. I fucked her again until she fell asleep. I had a very valid point to get across. I needed her to stay the night, to stay with me. I needed to have my arms wrapped around her body. I needed to smell her neck and sniff her tangled sweaty hair. I needed to fall asleep with her nipple in between my index and forefinger. I really needed all those things and I had them.

Serena woke me up with her lips firmly gift wrapped around my dick. This has never happened to me without me egging it on. At first, I thought I was dreaming but I reached down and felt her head and I forced my eyes to open. The term head doctor flashed in my mind.

Yes! Yes!

Hell yes!

My hands gripped the bed sheet but I refused to cum in her mouth. I reluctantly removed her hand from my dick. I flipped her over on her knees and pressed her shoulders down into the pillow. I hit it from the back. Hard. Vicious. Primal. I tried to paint every corner of her blank canvas with my brush.

Where did I even get the strength to bang her out for what seemed like thirty minutes? I really believed I could make a baby regardless of whatever birth control methods she used. She was wetter than normal, just fucking sloppy, gushy gross wet. The creamiest wet, the kind of wet that a fella like me could sink in and die. I came swiftly and fast. I felt like I was going to pop a blood vessel in my head as hard as I was concentrating of swimming instead of sinking.

I jumped out of bed and then went into the bathroom. I peed forever and then another forever. My balls were covered in her hot juice. I went to grab a washcloth and decided I would just shower in a few minutes anyway.

Sex with Serena sometimes drained my life force. Sometimes it was a catalyst for energy. I walked back into the bedroom. She was sprawled out on the bed. She was doing a damn good impression of a naked dead woman. I watched her until I saw her eyes blink. I grabbed my old gym shorts off the floor and put them on.

I went downstairs hoping to replenish the water I sweated out giving her my best backstrokes, my high dive, and my freestyle. I deserve a gold medal for the way I splashed inside my girl. I can call her that. She said I was the only one holding a lease.

I entered the kitchen and paused dead in my tracks when I spotted him, my teammate Lance. He was sitting on a barstool at my kitchen island. He had a bottled beer in front of him. He had retrieved it from my fridge. How long has he been here? And why was he drinking this early in the morning?