10
Even if I wanted to, I can”t resist the allure of this woman. Emma is captivating, pulling me in like a magnet. I watched her from the bar for over half an hour, until I couldn”t take it anymore and finally approached her. Now, as I dance with her, feeling her body against mine, it only intensifies things. I have to hold myself back from letting my hands wander over her incredible figure. She manages to make me hard just by being close. Her sweet perfume infiltrates my senses like an aphrodisiac. In a daze, I sway with her to the sounds of ”Call Out My Name” by The Weeknd, feeling her hips move beneath my hands. I sense the stares of the other players on us, knowing that some of them don”t like what they see. But I couldn”t care less. The world could end right now, and I still wouldn”t let go of Emma.
Three, four, maybe even five songs later, the DJ switches back to faster music. I can”t say how many there were, I”m too intoxicated by this woman. Eventually, she pulls away from me, which feels awful. I”m already thinking that she”s going to brush me off like the other guys on the team and send me away, but she doesn”t. Instead, she cheekily smiles up at me and dances to one of those Latino songs. She puts a few steps between us, raises her hands above her head, and moves her hips in a way that could make a saint kneel. As if her sight wasn”t already jaw-dropping, the fog machine behind her starts working. I can see white mist curling up around her calves. It looks like she”s standing in a surging sea. My gaze follows her hands as they sweep down her sides from her breasts to her hips. My already hard cock twitches in response. Good Lord, what would I give for this woman to be mine? One thing”s for sure, if this evening lasts much longer, I”m going to need an ice pack for my balls tomorrow.
It”s half past three when I step into a taxi with Emma, and she gives the driver her address. I had to promise Toby that I”d make sure she gets home safely. He wanted to take care of her himself, but that would have meant sending away the little blonde who was hanging on his arm. Durand and Parker, both of whom had indulged a bit too much, of course, offered as well, but that was out of the question for both Emma and our Swiss friend. So, it came down to me, the only one who practically hadn”t touched a drop of alcohol.
“Are you cold?” I ask when I see her rubbing her arms.
“No, I”m okay,” she says. Yeah, right, I think to myself, holding back a smile. Emma is clearly more than a little tipsy. She seems a bit dazed, and her speech is slurred, something she”s trying to hide. I slip out of my jacket and drape it over her shoulders.
“Thanks,” she mumbles, pulling the fabric up to her chest. “I shouldn”t have let myself be talked into that second Long Island Iced Tea,” she confesses, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
I refrain from reminding her that I warned her. To be honest, I even took advantage of her state. Her rising alcohol level made her seek physical contact with me. Our last dance, damn, that was almost dry humping. Judging by Durand”s and Parker”s looks, they would have happily stabbed me on the spot. But I didn”t care. Being so close to Emma was incredible. My cock was constantly hard, and I would have done, and still would do, anything to be able to take her home with me. I look at her, contemplatively studying her profile. This is the woman who should fall asleep next to me, not Jess. I want to wake up next to her beautiful face. Damn it, every day. I”d love to call Jessica and tell her to get out of my loft, where she”s waiting for me. I lower my gaze to Emma”s legs, where goosebumps are visible. An image comes alive in my mind. I see her lying naked in my bed, her tattooed legs wrapped around my lower back. My hands rest on her hips, pulling her up so I can thrust deep into her. I see her wonderful face, marked by pleasure. I hear her moan my name. Caleb, oh yes, Caleb!
“Caleb... Caleb!” Her voice snaps me out of my daydream. I lift my head from Emma”s legs and look into her face. “Are you okay?” A brief blink dispels the impure thoughts.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Okay, we”re here. Thanks for coming along.” It”s only now that I realize we”ve stopped in front of a high-rise building. Emma is about to take off my jacket from her shoulders when I gently place my hands on hers, signaling her to stop.
“No,” I say softly, “it”s cold outside, keep it on.” Then I turn to the taxi driver. “Would you please wait a moment? I want to accompany the young lady to the door.”
“Sure thing.” The middle-aged man turns off the engine and turns on the radio.
“After you,” I say with a deep gaze into her eyes. I see her lips part slightly. She considers saying something but decides against it and steps out. As she does, her dress rides up a bit, giving me a glimpse of the curve of her hips. Fuck! I have to clench my teeth to resist the urge to raise my hand and touch her.
Shutting the car door behind me, I follow Emma, walking along the sidewalk next to her towards the building. The outdoor lights flicker on as we ascend the five steps to the entrance. While she digs in her purse for the key, I lean against the wall next to her and watch. In my chest, that overwhelming desire to take her with me comes alive again. I don”t want the evening to end, I don”t want to just let her go. The bright jingle of her keychain, which she retrieves from her bag, triggers a feeling of helplessness in me. She can”t leave yet! Not now, not before I”ve tasted her lips. Before I realize what I”m doing, I take a step towards her. Almost on its own, my hands cup her face. For a heartbeat, I lose myself in the brown of her eyes. Then I lean down to her and steal a hungry kiss. Emma”s lips are soft and warm. They seem innocent, but then I feel her mouth open. Her tongue requests entry, which I grant her with an excited groan. My cock presses painfully against my jeans as she lifts her hands and wraps them around my neck, her tongue stroking over mine. This woman tastes incredible, to say the least, divine even, and she”s driving me out of my mind. With my body, I press her against the glass entrance door, letting her feel how horny she”s making me. Emma”s perfect body is trapped beneath me, which turns me on even more.
“You”re driving me crazy; do you know that?” I growl into her mouth. My words make her shudder. Her fingers dig into my hair. She lifts one leg, wraps it around my thigh, and lets me press my hardness against her. The heat emanating from her most intimate place makes my cock throb. I bet she”s soaking wet. Just the thought of it sends my testosterone into overdrive. I slide my hands to her ass, wanting to grab and lift her, when the light in the hallway behind her comes on. Dazed, I let go of her as the realization of what I”ve just done slowly seeps into my mind. Emma sways a little, prompting me to support her by the upper arm. Fuck, you”re such an asshole, Whyler, I shout at myself in my thoughts. The girl is drunk, and you, you horny bastard, shamelessly take advantage of the situation – and what about Jess?
“I”m sorry,” I say, watching as she looks up at me in confusion, adjusting her dress. The expression on her face cuts straight to my heart. She deserves better than a cheating piece of shit like you, a malicious voice in my head hisses. Before Emma can respond, the door behind her opens, and a heavily made-up young woman steps out. “Well, then,” I say remorsefully, “see you on Monday.” With that, I turn away, leaving behind the most incredible woman I”ve ever met, and walk away.
My jaw aches as the taxi driver drops me off in front of my loft. Throughout the ride, I”ve been wrestling with my guilty conscience, teeth clenched. I should tell Toby what I did with his new friend, he”d probably punch me. That”s exactly what I deserve. Someone should beat the shit out of me. Damn it, how could I let myself go like that? I shouldn”t have gone out; I should”ve stayed in and had a cozy evening at home with Jess instead. Jessica, I bitterly contemplate. I know she”s waiting for me in my bed upstairs. The wrong woman - she”s the wrong woman, hisses the voice in my head. As if I don”t know that myself!
Taking two steps at a time, I ascend the stairs to my apartment. A tremendous anger boils in my stomach. I”d love to smash everything to pieces. Starting with myself. I slam the apartment door shut behind me, then head to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge. As if that would be enough, I think, put it back, and retrieve the Scotch from the bar in the living room. I skip the glass and take a hefty swig straight from the bottle. The alcohol burns in my throat, but I don”t mind. Let it dissolve me from the inside out, for all I care.
“Hey babe, there you are. I was getting worried,” I hear Jessica”s voice. I don”t need to turn around to know she”s standing on the stairs leading up to my bedroom. “Did you have a nice evening?” The question makes me exhale in frustration. A nice evening? Damn right I could”ve had a nice evening! A damn nice one, if it weren”t for you, I growl inwardly. Another sip of Scotch washes down the bitter taste on my tongue.
“Caleb?” Jessica”s hand rests on my shoulder from behind. “Darling, what”s wrong?” What could possibly be wrong? I”m trapped in a nightmare, that”s what”s wrong. I”m with a woman I want nothing to do with anymore, just because her father could kick me off the team if I leave her. It”s the first time I openly admit to myself that I don”t want Jessica anymore. To be honest, I never really did.
“Everything”s okay,” I lie. Putting on a casual expression, I turn to face her. Jess”s blue eyes look at me lovingly.
“Come to bed,” she says, takes my hand, and leads me behind her. It feels wrong to go upstairs with her. Even the two more swigs of Scotch I take don”t help. When we reach the bedroom, Jess takes the bottle from me and places it on the floor. With a seductive look, she pulls me into bed with her. She wants to be fucked. It”s her way of dealing with jealousy and testing my loyalty. She knows me, knows that I need a break after sex before I can get it up again. So, if I don”t get hard now, she assumes I cheated on her.
“Can”t we postpone this to tomorrow?” I ask while she pushes me onto my back and starts unbuttoning my shirt. “I”m really dead tired.” Jessica ignores my words and leaves a trail of kisses from my left nipple - which she bites into - down to the waistband of my jeans. “Jess, seriously. Let”s do this tomorrow...” Too late, her skilled hands have already freed my cock and are playing with it.
“I”m pretty sure he”s not tired,” she purrs, taking my tip into her mouth and sucking on it. Fuck. I close my eyes and see Emma”s face in front of me. I lick my lips, trying to remember her taste. “Well, I knew it,” Jess rejoices because I”m getting hard. If she only knew it”s not her blowjob skills but the memory of Emma that”s pumping blood to my lower region, she”d rip my balls off. “Mhm,” she moans, working her way down my length. She”s making an effort to please me, but I can”t disconnect. Even though I”ve been walking around with a constant hard-on all evening, now, with Jessica crouched between my legs, sucking on my cock, the desire fades. I try to pull myself together, to think of Emma, how I pressed her against the front door and kissed her. Or her sensational ass, which I caught a glimpse of when she got out of the taxi. But it”s all in vain. This feels wrong, and accordingly, my body responds. I feel my cock deflate. My diminishing arousal speeds up Jessica”s movements. She scratches my balls with frantic fingers, massaging my shaft.
“Sorry, but this won”t work. I had too much to drink,” I say as Jess sits up and looks at me accusingly. For a tiny moment, she seems to consider. Then she swallows the lie and grins at me. Damn, she gave me a blowjob; now she expects me - if I can”t fuck her - to reciprocate in some other way. But everything in me rebels against going down on her. So, I sit up, grab her arm, and pull her with her back against my chest. Now she”s sitting in front of me with her legs spread. She realizes what I intend to do and slips out of her panties. I just want to get this over with. So, I reach past her, slide two fingers of my left hand into her slick pussy, and massage her clit with the other. Jessica writhes against my chest and moans lustfully. I block out how she starts to sweat beneath me, eagerly pressing her center against my hands. In my mind, I”m far away, with a woman whose taste has indelibly etched itself into my memory. And then Jessica”s voice, hoarsely gasping my name, brings me back to the present. She climaxes on my hand. I feel her pleasure running down my fingers. Not long ago, this would have turned me on. Today, I”d prefer to wash my hands right away.
“That was... wow, just wonderful!” she raves breathlessly. She turns her head and plants a kiss on my neck before getting up and heading for the stairs. “Are you coming?”
“Go ahead. I just need to put this back,” I explain, pointing at the bottle of Scotch. “As you wish. But don”t take too long. I”ll be waiting for you,” she says with a wink. “Oh, and Caleb...” That sounds more serious.
“Yes?” I raise my gaze and look at her.
“I love you.” Oh...
“The orgasm did someone some good, huh? Go shower now, you little minx,” I deflect, playfully throwing a sock at her. I can”t possibly find the words to say it back. Luckily, she doesn”t notice that I”m changing the subject. She giggles, throws the sock back, and goes down the stairs. I exhale and collapse back onto the bed. What a load of crap. I feel like absolute dirt. What I just did was beyond low. It”s not fair to Jessica. Sure, I”m not into her anymore, but that”s still no reason for my shitty behavior. Can a woman you hardly know really turn your world upside down so much that you turn into an asshole overnight? I mean, I”m not usually such a scumbag. Restless from guilt, I sit up and run my hands through my hair. Then I think of Emma, who just an hour ago had her fingers tangled in my curls. Again, I lick my lips, hoping to taste a remnant of her. “This is madness,” I murmur to myself. No matter how much I want this woman, I have no intention of alienating Jessica and risking my career with the Devils. So, I”ll have to get Emma out of my head. Whether I like it or not.