20. Benched
Chapter 20
Benched
JESSICA
“ B enched! I’ve been fucking benched! Are you kidding me?!” I plop down and Tek pats my shoulder, trying to comfort me.
“You’re not benched. Coach just wants you to take it easy. You were a bit off on the field today,” he tells me, but his words make me feel worse.
“Uggghhh, this is so fucked up!” I throw the helmet, fuming, but he’s right. It’s no one fault but my own! I’ve let my personal life affect my sport, and this is the price I have to fucking pay. Damn that good ass dick!
“Relax. It’s going to be okay.” I look up to see Tek holding out a water bottle and I take it, downing the contents, feeling heartbroken.
“It’s not, Tek. I need to play in that game,” I explain as I grasp my braids, legs shaking, losing my mind. I can’t afford to get on the coach’s shit list. This Friday we have the biggest game of the year against one of the top D1 colleges in the game.
“And you will. You just need to take it easy and get your head back in the game,” Tek frowns and I sigh.
“My head was and is in the game!” I defend.
“Yeah, but you seem out of it. I noticed you’re running a bit slower… are you okay? Did you injure your leg?” He peeks down and my heart shoots right into my throat as I look away, embarrassed because it’s not my leg that’s the problem. It’s my pussy! The shit feels like it’s going to fall the fuck off.
“N-no… I’m just a bit tired. I haven’t been sleeping at night,” I tell him truthfully cause I haven’t. Frank is like the Energizer Bunny. He just keeps going and fucking going and fucking good lord, he goes!
Going eight rounds all hours of the fucking night is all fun and games until you’re running a thirty yard play and your pussy starts leaking cum down your leg while your back and legs ache from being flipped, pulled, dragged across the bed, and impaled by an eleven inch dick with the girth of a damn Dasani water bottle!
I can’t take this anymore!
“Well, maybe you need to try… uhm… sleeping alone,” he clears his throat and my eyes go wide at his implication. I have no words. Everyone knows Frank and I are a thing now. He practically sucked my face off in front of the entire damn school.
“I… yeah, maybe,” I mutter and he pats my shoulder pads again.
“Take it easy, Jess. You got this,” he smiles handsomely and runs off when Dontre calls out to him.
Damn… is it that obvious?
After showering, I leave the locker room, searching for my car keys while walking to the parking lot where I usually park. However, instead of finding my car, I see an older gentleman waiting there with a sign reading “Mrs. Metchie.”
I throw my head back, laughing at this man’s shenanigans. Really? Mrs. Metchie? I smile even though I feel like crap… he always knows how to make me smile.
“Hurts!” I go to walk over to him, but I turn when I hear Coach’s voice behind me.
“Yes, Coach?” I quickly walk over to him to see he’s holding something.
“You know Hurts, I had planned for you to start on Friday,” he tells me and my heart skips a beat. “I like your tenacity and your drive. You let nothing distract you, but today, just like last game, you were sloppy. But it’s nothing a little recalibration won’t fix. I want you to know if you’re still playing like this by Thursday’s walkthrough, you won’t be starting.”
“I understand, Coach. You don’t have to worry about anything. I will be starting in Friday’s game,” I tell him and he smirks.
“Good. I see they don’t call you Arctic Beauty for nothing. Let’s show them you’re not just a pretty face, but you can play some damn good football.”
“Yes sir,” I nod and he walks off, leaving me standing there.
Okay… I need to put my foot down.
I turn to the older man and walk up to him.
“Can you take me to my apartment instead?” I ask and his eyes go wide with fear. “I’ll take the blame, so don’t worry,” I smile, reassuring him. He looks unsure, but he nods after a bit of coaxing.
My house isn’t too far. When he drops me off and I trudge up the stairs, I feel weird. It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve been here.
Once inside, I throw my keys on the island and look around frowning. How is it so different? I haven’t been here since Thursday when I left for our last game. This place used to be my sanctuary… my home that used to feel so comfortable is cold and lonely. I already miss him…
I know he’s going to be pissed and worried when I don’t show up at his place, bu— My phone vibrates, cutting my train of thought. I glance down and my heart skips a beat when I see Frank’s name and picture on the screen. Damn, how did he know so quick?
“Fuck,” I groan before picking up. “H-hello?”
“Baby, where are you? Why aren’t you home?” he asks and I chew my lip nervously.
“W-well, I’m home,” I tell him, expecting him to say something, but he laughs.
“Jessica, I’ve been waiting at the door for you all day. I’m pretty sure you didn’t come home.”
“N-no. I… I mean my home as in my apartment,” I tell him and the phone goes silent.
“Oh okay… then I’ll be right over. Did you need clothes? Shoes? Gear? I can buy th?—”
“No, Frank. I’m here because this is my home and I live here,” I remind him.
“Jessica…”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he growls and my pussy, that had the pleasure of feeling him in places I didn’t know existed in the human body, even after acing all my lectures on the human body, clenches so tight I double over. All the hair on my body stands on end while my pussy juice shamefully seeps and soaks my tights.
“Baby, I’m not playing. I… I think it’s b?—”
“Jessica.”
“Yes, Daddy?” I instinctually call him.
“I’m going to either come and drag your sexy ass back here kicking and screaming, no matter who fucking sees, and then I’ll spank that ass, or you’ll willingly come and I’ll spank that ass. Pick one,” he breathes out and I feel lightheaded as my throat cinches closed, but I open my mouth because if I don’t say something, I know he’ll make good on his words.
“But I?—”
“Pick. One. Or. I. Will. Pick,” he grits out.
“I… I’ll come willingly,” I mutter, holding in a groan.
“Good choice,” he purrs and I hang up and grab my things, hurrying out the door, knowing that if I don’t come in time, Frank will make it his mission to hunt me down.
I make it to his place in thirteen minutes flat. By the time I’m running down the hall, the door is opening and all too soon, I’m snatched up, my tights are snatched the fuck down, and I’m bent over his knee.
“Fran—” I can’t even finish the sentence before I feel a hard smack across my ass, making me wince. “WHA?—”
“Count,” he growls.
“But I—” He smacks my ass harder, and the sting causes my toes to curl and tears to sting my eyes.
“Start over from one. Don’t fucking make me repeat myself!” he demands and I swallow.
“O-one, sir.”
“That’s it, baby.” He smacks my ass again, but this time, he doesn’t just let it go. He grips my ass and jiggles it.
“T-two, sir,” I cry out and he smacks it again and again and again to the point I’m panting and my pussy juices soak his knees. By the time he’s done, I’m staggering as he slides my tights up and sets me down on his lap, straddling him as he hugs me tight.
“Fuck… don’t do that again. I nearly had a heart attack.” He places his head in my neck, breathing me in.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him as I hug him back, happy to be home.
“Baby, why’d you leave me?” he pouts adorably, blinking at me cutely.
“Today wasn’t the best day,” I admit and sag against his chiseled chest, thinking about my blunder at practice.
“What happened?” he pouts, placing kisses all over my body.
“Coached benched me,” I tell him and he goes still, cutting his eyes to me.
“Do you want me to kill him?” He leans back, blinking seriously, taking me aback.
“I… wh?—”
“For you I’d do it. Even if I hate the scent of blood,” he smiles and I can practically see the rabbit ears peeking invisibly from his head.
“That’s not nice. Don’t hit people, okay?” I warn him and he grins, hugging me even tighter, head on my chest.
“Okay. But what do I do to help then? He made you sad!” he huffs and I chuckle.
“Well, there’s only one thing you can do.” I run my hands through his hair, kissing the top of his head.
“Tell me. I’ll do anything.”
“We have to stop having sex,” I tell him and he goes still before he cuts his eyes at me, smile completely wiped from his face.
“Run that by me one more time.”
“Frank, you heard me, baby,” I sigh at his dramatics.
“You’re right. I did hear you, but I was hoping that I was having a daytime nightmare or something.”
“Can you cut it out? I’m serious, we can’t have sex!”
“And why the fuck not?” He sets me aside and stands, pacing.
“Because I was benched! I can’t keep letting you stick that massive bottle-size dick in me and think I’m going to be able to run efficiently! I need time to recover Frank. So no sex at least for now.”
“Hold on… I need a minute. There’s no way I can process this without some alcohol,” he excuses himself and I watch him as he goes over to the fridge. He opens it up and swipes a juice box and a bottle of liquor. He downs a few swigs before banging it on the island and sucking down the apple juice. “Okay… okay I think I think I understand now… basically you’re saying no penetration, right?”
“Yes.”
“Th-then what about eating you out?
“No,” I answer and his face shows utter shock and horror.
“O-okay… th-then… w-what about fingering you?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I need all of my energy for the game.”
“Good lord, Jessica! You’re trying to kill me!”
“Frank, you’re being dramatic!”
“To hell with being dramatic! I’m being honest!” he shouts.
“It’s only for a little while,” I tell him and throw my hands up. “See, this is why I went to my apartment. I knew this would happen.”
“Jessica, it’s you who doesn’t understand me! C… can I at least smell it? Kiss it… glide my tongue over it a little? Please baby?! I can’t go without at least that much. Please,” he pleads and claps both of his hands together, getting on his knees before pouting with his lip poked out and tears in his eyes.
“No! I need to focus on the game!”
“Jessica, your man is standing here on life support and you’re talking about a game in which you play excellent already! No, it’s that coach’s fault for bullying you! Ha! Does that damned coach think he can take one of the best joys of my life away from me?! Eating your pussy is like an art I want to master. A cuisine I’ll never tire of! A?—”
“I GET IT! STOP TALKING!” I grab the pillow and throw it over my head. “But that changes nothing. I need a break, Frank. It’s too much,” I tell him and soon feel kisses along my thigh, letting out a moan when I feel him suckle on the inner part right below my pussy.
“Jes-si-ca…”
“Yes?”
“I’ll be a good boy, okay? But I can’t not have you. I’ll die,” he sighs as he lays his head between my legs, inhaling and sucking the crotch of my tights that are soaked through. “Baby, I just can’t. Throw this rabbit a carrot and at least feed me daily,” he pleads in a whisper, making me whimper. “All you have to do is put it in my face and I’ll do the rest. I swear I’ll be a good boy, baby,” he begs and I glance from underneath the pillow to see his face and nose buried in my pussy as he’s beating his dick hard as fuck just sitting there smelling me. “God Jessica baby, say something,” he chokes out and I poke my hand from the pillow and grasp his hair tight, pulling him to me.
“Shhhiiiitttt.” I arch my back and whine, but I don’t get to say much because Frank strong ass pulls me off the sofa and flips onto his back, head on the couch, rubbing his nose all in my pussy.
“Just like that, baby?” he chokes out, beating his dick harder.
“Frank!” I gasp but he rocks my hips. I pant, creaming all over his face and dripping in his hair. “Baby yes!” I whine, riding his face as he grasps my ass, kissing my pussy lips, keeping his promise to not lick.
“Just like that, Jessica. Put that pussy all up in my fucking face. Drown a mother fucker in it.” He vibrates, jerking harder, hyperventilating, but I can’t take it. I gush all over his face and body, making his black tattoos look milky as he jerks, grunting. I peek to see cum spilling from his dick in hot, sticky spurts.
Worried, I move from over him to see his face literally drenched in my cum, his white hair slicked to the side of his face and his long eyebrows and lashes clumped together. He stares up at the ceiling in a daze before he staggers to his feet, looking at me with tears in his eyes like a lost puppy.
“Frank, baby ar?—”
“Thank you for the meal, Jessica. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of a few things.” He saunters off limping, dick hard and swinging, flapping against his thigh. When I hear the door to the gym close, I follow him and place my ear to the door, worried.
I hear sniffling… is he crying? He’s beating his dick harder than he did the day I caught him looking at my picture and sniffing my panties. I feel bad for him.
“Baby,” I knock on the door. “A.. are you okay?”
“I… I… ughn, am.. f-fine. D-d-un… don’t w-worry a-about m-m-ghnnn me,” he grits and I hear him fapping harder.
“Do you need hea?—”
“JESSICA, FOR GOD FUCKING SAKES! IF YOU DON’T GET YOU MOTHER FUCKING SEXY ASS AWAY FROM THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I’LL DRAG YOU IN HERE AND FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU’LL BE BEDRIDDEN FOR A WEEK!”
“Yes sir!” I run away upstairs to our bedroom where I shower and wait hours for him, but he never comes.
When my phone vibrates, I groan, knowing this will be a rough week.
My Headache : Sleep without me…
My Headache : If I see you right now I’ll break my promise.
Tired, I read the message again and spread my legs, cup my breast and snap a picture, sending it to him.
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, JESSICA!” he growls from behind the doors of the downstairs bed and I chuckle then roll over in bed, yawning, happy to be getting my first full night of sleep in days!