Chapter 24 Luca
Luca
“TWO SACKS!” MY mother bellows. “I got so excited during the first one with the forced fumble, I had to grab your father’s arm so I wouldn’t fall to the ground!”
Laughing, Dad says, “They’re for sure going to keep you now, Lukie!”
Levi adds, “From your mouth to God’s ears, Pops.”
“Coach Parker’s, anyway,” Roman says.
“Around here,” I quip, “God and Coach Parker are one and the same.”
I’m in bed in my hotel room, reveling in today’s personal triumph on a FaceTime call with my family members: my parents, Levi, Roman—who’s got Iris’s smiling face with him in his square—and Marco, whose square includes Nicola.
Even though the other three football players on the call have their own games and practices to worry about, they’ve all devoured videos of my highlights.
Although to be fair, none of the other players on this call are playing in their team’s preseason game any time soon.
Only guys on the bubble like me have the pleasure of doing that.
My parents couldn’t make it to my game today, unfortunately, thanks to a wedding they had to attend, but even so, they covertly watched the whole thing on Dad’s phone during the reception and said they didn’t miss a single minute of my playing time.
“Coach Parker’s already told me I’ll be playing again next week,” I report exuberantly. “He even said I’ll get even more reps.”
Roman shouts, “Never count a Maguire out, baby!” And, of course, a cheer rises up from every box on my screen.
The Mastodons lost today’s game, thanks to a couple of embarrassing fiascos on special teams and two turnovers on offense that had nothing to do with me.
But who cares about the overall scoreboard when it’s still only the preseason and I personally kicked ass at every turn?
In the end, I got two sacks, the first with a forced fumble, and I also blocked, tackled, and applied pressure on the Admirals’ QB like a motherfucking beast.
“We’ll come to next week’s game to cheer you on,” Mom says excitedly. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Actually, maybe you should,” I reply. “Just in case you not being there today was part of my good luck.” I don’t need to explain further.
Not in this family. Our whole lives, if one of us had a huge win or triumph, we all knew to do everything exactly the same as the last time, down to our underwear, to keep the good luck going, just in case changing even the slightest detail might make the football gods angry and spiteful.
“Shoot, you’re right,” Mom concedes. “Your luck will reset after the preseason, though, right?”
“If I make it that far, yeah. Of course it will.” That’s another thing. There are milestones along the way that reset the good luck. It’s a known fact, at least in my family.
Marco snickers. “Moriarty’s gotta be shaking in his cleats after the way you showed him up. You looked like a Pro Bowler out there, Luc.”
I scoff. “Moriarty knows he’s not going anywhere.”
Levi interjects, “Still, he’s got to be feeling the pressure.”
Roman agrees and adds, “Fat contract or not, Moriarty knows he’s got to bring his A game now, every time, or else the Mastodons have another extremely viable option at his position.”
I’m buzzing and smiling like a goof, but somehow, I manage to play it cool and say, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“He’s just stating facts,” Mom insists.
Roman’s nods. “Whenever Moriarty gets into a slump, which he will because it happens to the best of us, you’ll be there to show him how it’s done and steal that fucker’s job.”
“Could everyone please calm down?” I say, even though I’m loving every second of this postgame pep rally. “I need to make the roster before I can steal anybody’s job, including Moriarty’s.”
Everyone confidently declares there’s no doubt I’m going to make the roster when the time comes, and I gobble up their excitement and confidence in me like a giddy little kid.
I know today was only one game, and a preseason one at that, but it felt like my coming-out party.
One of the best days of my life. I felt like me again out there on the field, like the beast I used to be in college.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get enough minutes to pull off that third sack for Chelsea.
That’s the only shortcoming of the day. But I’m now more determined than ever to make it happen next week.
Sadly, that will be too late to get Chelsea to my big brother’s party tomorrow, which is a total bummer.
I desperately wanted to introduce her to all these people so they can see she’s everything I’ve been telling them and more.
Also, because I want Chelsea to see that my family isn’t a bunch of demons just because we happen to root for the opposing team in the rivalry.
In truth, I’m guessing my football-loving family is probably a whole lot more like Chelsea’s than she’d ever care to admit. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be.
A knock interrupts my mother’s happy chatter on my screen, and I look toward my door in confusion.
There’s no curfew tonight, since tomorrow’s our day off, and everyone else went off to do something fun.
And I don’t think it could possibly be Chelsea, unfortunately, since she already said her goodbyes to me at the stadium, right before she went off to grab food with some other coaches, and she didn’t send me even the slightest secret look or signal.
I head toward the door as my mother continues praising me, and when I peek through the peephole, I’m met with the best surprise in the world: the two most beautiful ocean-blue eyes staring back at me.
“Gotta go,” I blurt. “Coach Parker’s at my door.” It’s not a lie, technically.
“How exciting!” Mom calls out. “I bet he came to—”
“See you soon, fam!” I disconnect the call with an adrenaline-fueled finger, hurl the phone onto my bed, and practically yank the door off its hinges. “Hey, Chelsea. To what do I owe this—”
I don’t get the rest of my sentence out before Chelsea pushes me back into the room and launches herself at me. I don’t know what’s happening or why, given that I only got two sacks today and her price was three, but I’m certainly not going to question this or turn her down.
“You were so hot today,” Chelsea murmurs between frantic kisses. “That sack with the forced fumble is going to be my favorite masturbation video for the rest of my life.”
She rips off her shirt, so I do the same, and we stumble toward the bed in a blur of kisses and hoarse whispers. In a frenzy of excitement, I reach behind Chelsea’s back and unclasp her bra, and the two most beautiful tits I’ve ever beheld spring free as her no-frills bra slides forward and off.
“Perfect,” I whisper. But it’s all I can muster before needing to suck on my teeth to prevent physical drool from dribbling down my chin. My drool reflex handled, at least temporarily, I rip off my sweatpants like they’re burning my flesh, and Chelsea follows my lead.
I’m down to my briefs, a hard-on, and a wolfish grin now, and Chelsea’s similarly clad in nothing but tiny pink panties that are pushing me perilously close to coming on the spot.
I pull her to the bed, guide her onto her back, climb next to her with my straining dick leading the way like a blazing torch in a jungle, and then proceed to kiss the ever-loving fuck out of the hottest woman alive.
The woman I’ve fantasized about for so long, she’s become a mythical creature in my mind.
As my lips devour hers, and our warm skin connects, every cell in my body, every drop of blood coursing through my veins and animating my flesh, vibrates with bliss and relief.
This feels like the answer to a prayer. The fulfilment of my hottest teenage fantasies.
My adult ones, too. There’s literally nothing that could top the euphoric rush I’m feeling in this moment.
My greedy tongue continues swirling with Chelsea’s as my fingertips caress her hard nipples. Her hip bone. Belly. Jawline. Neck. Hair. I’m voracious. Greedy. Can’t get enough.
Still kissing her, I slide my hand between Chelsea’s legs and discover the outside of her little pink panties is damp and warm.
Not only that, when I touch a certain spot, I discover the sensation of a noticeably swollen and rigid bud beneath my fingertip.
When I gently rub, Chelsea gyrates and moans like I’ve licked her there with a greedy tongue.
“I brought a condom,” Chelsea gasps out. “It’s in my pocket on the floor.”
I try not smile. I didn’t think to bring condoms to training camp, but I’ve always got some in my toiletries bag, just in case.
But since there’s no good reason to tell her that, I reply with, “I’ll get it in a minute.
But first …” I lick my lips. “The limit to my craving to eat your pussy … does not exist.”
As Chelsea giggles, I pull down her pretty pink panties, trembling with anticipation and urgency, and when the sight of her full deliciousness is revealed to me, I’m slammed with a sensation of desire that can only be described as delirium.
I’ve dreamed about this pussy. Eating it. Fucking it. Worshipping it. I’ve jerked off to fantasies of this pussy sitting on my face and dripping with pleasure into my mouth. And now, finally, it’s going to be mine, mine, mine.
My heart is going a mile a minute now. My cock is dripping wet and my balls, aching.
I’m feral. Panting. Dizzy with excitement.
With a low and shaky exhale, I widen Chelsea’s thighs, opening her up to me like a blooming flower, and dive right in, and in record speed, Chelsea is loudly losing her mind while gripping the top of my hair like it’s a lifeline in stormy seas.
As my tongue and mouth perform their delicious work, I dip two fingers inside her warm wetness, and my balls tighten when I discover she’s already ready to welcome my cock with ease.
Not only that, her pelvis is gyrating involuntarily with the movements of my mouth and fingers as her body ramps up and up with pleasure.