CHAPTER 38
George
My voice sounds strong, sure. But inside I can’t believe what’s just happened. She saw the worst of me, the panic, the vulnerability. And she stayed. She didn’t leave or belittle me or dismiss my feelings. Like she hasn’t done the entire time I’ve known her, been open with her.
I know how I feel. I just can’t say it fully yet. It’s so soon.
I think I love her. No, fuck it. I am in love with her.
This beautiful, strong, kind, fucking sexy-as woman.
She deserves to be worshipped and that’s what I’ll do.
I fall to my knees in the shower, the tiles biting into me but I don’t care as I devour her, licking, sucking, kissing, doing everything I can to bring her pleasure, to show her how much she means to me.
The water swallows the sound of her soft moans as her fingers tangle in my hair and I look up to see rivulets of water dripping down her between her perfect tits, along her stomach.
I follow them with my tongue, my fingers finding her entrance, wet and ready for me.
Fuck, it’s too much, and my throbbing cock, so far untouched, is begging for some friction. I take one hand away from the back of her shapely thigh and start to pump myself slowly, groaning against her core as I try to hold off. But I won’t be able to for long. I feel like I’m about to explode.
‘Can I fuck you?’ My voice is guttural, desperate.
The words sound too harsh for what I want to do to her, but she nods, her cheeks flushed. ‘Please, George. Please.’
I want to make love to her, write epic poetry for her, compose love songs and fight for her honour. I feel primal in the way I care about her. She’s mine. Only mine.
She pulls me up and thrusts her tongue into my mouth, her hands finding the back of my neck, and I bend, laying my hands on the back of her thighs, lifting her easily against the shower wall. She’s so wet, my cock slides straight in, right to the hilt and we both moan against each other’s lips.
‘George!’ she gasps.
I pull out slowly, thrusting back hard and she cries out.
I repeat it, once, twice, countless times, keeping a steady rhythm as her thighs begin to shake.
She’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.
She’s in my arms, tits bouncing against my chest, her tight pussy fluttering around me as her inner muscles contract, bringing me closer to her with every thrust. Pleasure coils in my groin, but I have to make her come first.
I have an idea.
I kiss her once more as I set her down gently on her feet, both of us panting. Taking her hand, I move to the inbuilt marble bench, sitting down, my cock still thick, hard, pulsing. I take her face in my hands and kiss her again before turning her around.
Her arse cheeks are glistening, plump and wet and I can’t resist a little slap, before leaning forward and nipping at her softly. She giggles, but it turns to a gasp as I place my hands on her waist, guiding her down onto my cock as I thrust upwards.
‘Fuck!’ I can’t help my loud moan. She feels incredible, the angle pushing me impossibly deep.
I continue to grip her waist, helping her to move up and down as I slam my cock up.
She takes it all, moaning my name as my fingers find her clit, swollen and wet.
I rub small circles, knowing how sensitive she’ll be, and my lips graze her neck, licking her in the perfect spot.
‘George. George!’ She starts to shudder and I know she’s close just from this. She rides my cock, taking what she needs, and I look up to see us reflected in the glass of the shower door.
‘Leo, see how fucking pretty you look, taking my cock like the good girl you are.’ I continue to play with her, faster now, increasing the pressure to tip her over the edge.
Her hands move to her tits, flushed and glowing.
I groan at the sight of her dark wet hair curling around them, her fingers playing with her nipples poking through.
‘Open your eyes, Leo, and look at yourself. You’re so beautiful.
I want you to watch yourself, come on me. ’
I kiss her neck again and her hand finds my hair as she arches back.
‘I’m close, George.’ I take over, thrusting my hips up, plunging my cock into her again and again as she arches back; my fingers never stop working her clit, bringing her closer and closer to exploding with pleasure.
‘Come for me, darling Leo. Please,’ I whisper in her ear, my eyes finding hers in the reflection. ‘Look, you look so fucking good.’
She cries out, her inner walls gripping me so hard as she comes, it pushes me over the edge, my cock twitching as I spill within her, shooting repeatedly, filling her up.
It takes me so much by surprise that I think I black out for a second, panting against her back, my arms wrapped tight around her, not wanting to let go.
Our breathing is ragged, muscles burning, bodies pulsing as we come down from the high.
The shower is still running as I lift her off me gently and lead her back fully under the stream. I take a few pumps of soap and my hands trail around her body, washing softly, as she smiles up at me, her green eyes sparkling and filled with joy.
She starts to do the same to me, thoroughly but softly exploring the body that belongs to her, heart and soul. I’m surprised to feel my cock start to harden so quickly again, but her touch drives me crazy, her delicate hands roaming.
‘George, that was incredible.’ She pauses, looking up at me again. ‘Thank you.’
The emotion in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. And I won’t push her tonight.
‘You’re welcome.’ I turn her around, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head before I start washing her hair, careful not to let shampoo get in her eyes.
‘I should be thanking you though. I think that’s the best it’s ever been.
’ She moans softly again as my fingers run through the strands, gently massaging the back of her neck, and my cock twitches, attuned to her.
Hair rinsed, I step out and wrap her in a fluffy robe, tying the cord tight before laying a kiss on her forehead.
I slowly dry her hair with a towel, enjoying the feeling of looking after her, unable to stop touching her.
My body is tingling, the emotional highs and lows of the day both draining and euphoric.
Energy sparks between us, every glance heated, heightened.
The bubble we’ve created in this suite is intoxicating, but safe, happy. I never want to leave.
We pad out to my bedroom, hand in hand, and I sit on the bed, pulling her between my legs.
I know we haven’t eaten, but I’m not hungry any more, my appetite disappearing with the drama of the evening.
‘Is it too early to go to bed? It’s been quite a day.
’ I look up at her as she rests her hands on my shoulders.
She shakes her head and I pull her closer, undoing the cord of her robe and it slides down.
Her hair, still damp, curls around her breasts, her nipples peaked and I take one into my mouth again, unable to resist tasting her.
I may be tired, but I can’t help myself. My body is raring to go again, and who am I to disagree?
She pulls away my towel, releasing my cock, throbbing and thick, the tip glistening already. She licks her lips and I groan as she straddles me, her wetness rubbing against my shaft. I’ll never get enough of this. Of her.
‘George.’ She takes my cheeks in her hands, looking straight at me. ‘I don’t think I’m falling for you either.’
It’s the closest I’ve ever felt to another person, as she moans softly against my lips, ‘I know I’m falling for you.’ She kisses me deeply. ‘I may have even fallen.’ Her kiss is electric as she lifts up and gently pushes down onto me again, her pussy so warm and soft around my aching cock.
We slowly move together, in sync with each other as we rock gently. We’re not frantic, not fucking.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, never been so raw, so myself. I realize I’ve never made love. Not really.
It’s never been like this.
I hug her tighter and we both continue the soft, slow pace, building and building the bond between us with every thrust, every sway of her hips, the emotion flooding through us both, until she murmurs quietly, ‘You’re so beautiful, George.’
I’m close. It’s her voice, her body. Just her.
I slip a hand between her thighs, knowing what she needs to finish. Her breath hitches and she starts pulsing around me soon after, her muscles squeezing, and I grunt, unable to hold back much longer,
‘I’m coming, Leo.’ I’m breathless.
‘Me too. Yes, yes . . .’ She moans and we both come to a climax, panting against each other, unwilling to let go this time, to come back down to reality.
But, I realize, the reality is that I love her. And I’m daring to hope that one day she might love me back.
——
I spent most of the day in the gym or with the team, actively avoiding Gordon before this evening’s match, unable or unwilling to tackle that issue right now. He’s a prick, but he is my brother, my agent. I feel like I’m seeing him in a new light, but perhaps he’s always been like this.
And I haven’t seen it, because I’ve been like that too. It’s a lot to unpack.
I call Jack on the way to my afternoon practice and warm-up ahead of tonight. I want to tell him about Leo.
Leo. I can’t help but smile when I think of her.
Last night was probably the closest I’ve ever felt to another human being in my entire life.
I felt sad saying goodbye this morning, like I already missed her.
Crazy. It’s a whirlwind, too soon I know, but I feel so sure about her. I need to tell Jack.
He picks up after two rings.
‘Hello, mate.’ He’s panting.
‘You OK there, Jack? I’m not disturbing anything?’
‘No, you idiot.’ His breathing starts to slow. ‘I’m on a run between lessons. I’ve been slacking since you’ve been away.’ I hear him exhale heavily. ‘So how are you? Congrats on yesterday by the way. You were incredible. Loved it.’
I smile at his praise. He’s helped me a lot, more than he even realizes. ‘Sorry I haven’t called yet, but I’m good, really good actually.’
‘Oh yeah?’ He sounds intrigued.
‘Yeah. I feel strong, happy.’ I pause. ‘Leo’s really great.’
There’s silence. ‘Yep, she is.’ Silence again. He knows me well enough. But I hold off saying anything further. The silence lengthens.
I hear a groan as he gives in. ‘Go on, what’s happened?’
‘Well, firstly, to be clear, I really like her, Jack.’ I hear another groan and I can’t help the huge grin on my face. ‘And yeah, I guess, it’s just happened.’
‘Just happened?’
‘Yes. Us. This. I don’t know. I’m not good at this.’ I pause, debating. Fuck it. ‘I think I’m falling for her, Jack.’
There’s more silence and my grin fades, my stomach dropping. I didn’t think he liked her like that but maybe I was wrong? ‘Jack?’
‘Yeah, sorry, mate. I thought you were going to say you slept with her, but falling?’ He pauses. ‘I’m just processing the fact that you’re telling me this. George. Mr Darcy. Mr-fuck-off-and-leave-me-alone-world. I’m just surprised.’
I’m uneasy now. ‘You’re upset?’
‘No, of course not. Just wow.’ He laughs now and I feel my pulse slow, worry disappearing. ‘I told you she was your type, I knew it. You’d either kill each other or realize that you’re both so bloody similar.’ He’s serious now. ‘It’s great though. I’m happy for you, for her.’
‘Yeah?’ I question, my smile returning.
‘Yeah, I am, just don’t fuck it up, mate.’
‘I won’t.’ I can’t. I’ve never felt this way before. ‘She helped me, Jack. I had a moment yesterday. And she helped me through it.’
I know he understands what I mean. I don’t have to spell it out with Jack.
‘I’m glad, mate. I really am.’
I reach the practice court and see Gordon. I stop myself from outwardly grimacing. ‘Jack. Have to go, mate. Gordon’s here.’
‘Good luck. Keep playing like you did and you’ll be fine.’ I can practically hear his smile. ‘Love you, mate.’
I laugh. ‘Yeah, yeah. Bye.’
I steel myself as I open the gate to the court. I’m surprised to see Gordon in his kit. It’s been years since I’ve seen him play.
‘George. We need to talk.’ He stands, picking up his racket. ‘Play with me?’
I’m sceptical about his intentions with this, but sure.
He is my brother after all.