Chapter 40
Forty
Blair
My skin is hot being this close to Tyson without him touching me. The love of my life. The man I have no intention of living without.
Take-out containers have been long emptied and we’ve just been hanging out in my apartment. Just the two of us. I called Coach and confirmed I’d be at practice and anything else they needed me for this season.
I also shared, very clearly, that while this is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, it’s a one-and-done sort of deal.
I don’t want to continue this, being on an active roster next season.
Even if they wanted to find someone more experienced for the playoffs, I’d completely understand.
Coach couldn’t have been more gracious. He shared that they plan to use me, for as long as they can, to help the Cosmos win that next championship.
This has been incredible. Challenging in ways I’d never thought, including the hate and incident with Embers & Ashes. But even then, I don’t know if I’d change it. The Cosmos have changed my life.
I may have made history, but this opportunity has changed my trajectory. It’s because of my time with the Cosmos that I have interest and buy-in for the new Embers & Ashes locations… that’s right, multiple.
My resilience has been tested in ways I never could’ve guessed and I’m proud of how I’ve come out on the other side.
Well, there’s still work to be done, and therapy appointments to attend, but this has helped me grow into a stronger leader.
A stronger woman. An even more unstoppable force.
And there’s no way I’m running from that.
Plus, it brought me Tyson in a way I didn’t know if I’d ever have him. Maybe the dominoes of fate would have fallen, just right, for us to take the leap outside of the friendzone without us being on the same team, but I guess we’ll never know.
And you know what? I don’t even care. There’s no use worrying about what could’ve been, because I’ve got all I need, right here.
I must be staring because he smiles at me, waving a hand.
“Earth to Blair. What’s going on in that head of yours?” His eyes practically sparkle when they look at me.
“Just thinking about you.” I bite my lip. He’s still in my jersey. His biceps pushing against the sleeves.
Fuck. It’s hot.
“Oh, is that so? What about me?” he teases, and each syllable has the knots in my stomach pulling tighter.
I exhale. “Thinking about you in my jersey. How good you look.”
The air sparks with tension and heat between us. Threads pull me closer to him, needing more.
“Definitely don’t look better than you, baby.” His words land and I’m in front of him a second later. I stand in front of him as he sits on the sofa. Slowly, I straddle him, one knee on each side of his thighs.
First, his mouth finds my neck and he kisses and licks up until he finds my mouth. His hands graze my hips until they land on my ass. I moan from his touch and he kisses me harder, like he’s stealing all those sounds for himself.
My fingers dive into his hair, pulling on his brown locks, and that’s all it takes for him to stand, holding me to him, then rearranging so he’s carrying me with one arm under the bend of my knees and the other around my back.
He carries me like it’s nothing and I fucking love it. My strong, professional football playing, athletic boyfriend. Lifting and easily carrying me to my bedroom.
Tyson tosses me on the bed and I let out a huff of breath and a laugh. When I see his erection pressing into his shorts, I know I’m going to be soaking for him in a matter of seconds.
Glancing down to his hard length, and then to me, he pushes his teeth over his bottom lip.
“You are in control, Blair. Need you to tell me what you want.” His voice is stern and dances over every inch of me.
I hold back for a second, not knowing what to say. I sit up, going to reach for his shorts, and he literally takes a step back.
Ty’s lip pulls up at the corners as he slowly shakes his head. “What do you want? What do we do next?”
I can tell by the look on his face that he’s not going to give this up. I think about him wearing my jersey–showing me off–and how I want to see that.
Slowly, I gulp past the self-doubt trying to creep up. “I want you to fuck me from behind. Keep the jersey on. And I want to watch.” The words are quicker than I’d hope, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I tip my head to the mirror in the corner of my room.
Tyson says nothing as he walks across the space, picking up the mirror and situating it across the bed.
I’m taking off my clothes and feel like a sparkler that’s about to go off. It’s only been a few days since we’ve been together like this and it’s making me all needy.
He takes his shorts down, his cock springing free and I’m lightly touching myself–my fingers circling my clit, just how I like it.
Tyson grabs my legs, pulls me down towards the edge of the bed. His hands are on my hips, flipping me to my belly before I can even register what’s going on.
Next, I feel his lips kissing up the back of my legs. One and then the other—slow, meticulous, and like fucking torture I’ve asked to.
His fingers dig into my ass and his thumbs get close to my entrance. Fuck, I want him to touch me. Fuck me.
“What next, Blair?” His voice is bright and teasing.
I know if I’m not vocal, he’ll wait until I give in. Tyson loves when I’m the one calling the shots, telling him what to do. I’m getting used to it.
“Eat me,” I beg.
His tongue is lapping at me before I even get the words out. His hands find the front of my hips and he pulls me back onto my knees, so I’m on all fours as he licks me from behind.
Looking at the mirror, seeing us like this is almost enough to have me coming. The color of the jersey peeks out from behind me.
“Good boy,” I praise the man who would literally do anything I asked.
He has me moaning, gripping the comforter with my hands. I try to move away from the pleasure but Tyson keeps me right where he wants me. Doing exactly what I asked for.
Each touch of his tongue, his fingers, his mouth, has me inching closer and closer to my orgasm. I don’t want to come without him fucking me, so I tell him that.
“Okay, it’s time. Fuck me in my jersey. I want to watch.” I press myself up on my hands. I watch in the mirror as he stands, stroking his dick before pulling me closer to him.
He nudges at my entrance and he already knows I’m a puddle waiting for him. Slowly, he fills me. Moving in and out. A little further each time. And then he’s hitting that sweet spot, the one that tells me I have all of him.
Tyson grips my hips and thrusts into me, faster, and I keep my eyes on the mirror. He’s watching me as I watch him. He bites his lip as he fucks me and it’s an incredible sight. My number. My jersey. On his front. I know my last name is on the back.
I’m afraid to blink, not wanting to miss any of it.
“Harder,” I plead, my voice like gravel.
Tyson needs no other instruction as he tilts my hips just enough and pounds me mercilessly from behind. It’s hard to breathe. And it’s this almost painful type of euphoric bliss. Like, I need all of him, and when he pulls out, I’m craving him–stretching me to my max.
Tossing my hair out of my eyes, I focus on the image of him owning me from behind as my orgasm starts ripping through me, a cell at a time.
I can’t keep my eyes open any longer and let out a scream as the waves try to pull me into another dimension. Only a few more pumps and Tyson comes inside me, filling me with his release.
He’s relentless and a second orgasm is within my reach. The feeling of him inside me like this is something I’ve never experienced before… like one orgasm is finished, or so you thought, because here come the aftershocks. The muscles are so tight.
He doesn’t stop until I’m trying to crawl towards the end of the bed. I can tell from his face that he’s spent but he’ll never stop until he knows I rode every wave.
I turn and lay on my back. Every nerve is raw. Exhaustion and bliss seep from my bones. His mouth is on mine and my arms loop around him.
I pull at him, needing his weight on me.
Ty knows what I need and is on top of me, still kissing me.
“That was…” I can’t even find words.
All I can manage is looking at him, his eyes sparkling like sapphires and I feel the thread tightening around us, continuing to pull.
“I love you, Blair. Today. Now. Before. Every day.” He’s breathless and his words are quiet, but honest and true.
“I know, Ty. I love you too.” And I kiss him, trying to say all the things that words could never even come close to.