Chapter 2
Candles lit, wine poured, and music blasted from the speakers.
The complex was in the heart of Downtown Cade’s Cove.
The luxury apartment cost a nice bag every month, but I maintained from the earnings of my career.
Most people underestimated the amount of money in streaming and esports.
Some elites were signing athlete level contracts.
Between brand deals, tournaments, and multiple streaming checks, I could take a five-year break and still have commas in my bank account. Multiple commas.
I wasn’t sure where we would start or end our night, so I made sure every room in the apartment was spotless.
Granted, my cleaner came once a week to do the heavy scrubbing, so all I had to do was straighten up my gaming stuff.
The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became.
The Ava Starr would be at my home in less than an hour.
Ava Starr, the superstar, legacy child of Axel Starr. How the hell did I manage to get myself in a predicament like this?
One man’s fuck up was another man’s come up, I guessed. Shoutout to CCG Jay for talking himself out of pussy and lobbing that shit right to me.
After I straightened up my home, I got in the shower and scrubbed myself thoroughly.
Ava deserved a clean dick with no evidence of the day I’d had.
A lot of men didn’t give a damn about the women they fucked and would offer dick with a side of sweat and dirt.
Pussy was one of the most sensitive things in the world.
A man like me would always beat the PH balance destroyer allegations. I took care of my body inside and out.
After my shower, I sprayed my favorite cologne on and pulled on a pair of Nike shorts and socks. I opted to keep my shirt off and only have a single chain around my neck. I applied lotion and wiped my glasses off before pushing them back onto my face.
I flexed in the mirror. I’d come a long way from the anime-watching, skinny nerd from high school.
I’d started working out and had gained a lot of muscle.
The glasses were the only indicator of the past me.
Although I had anime inspired tattoos all over my arms, chest, abdomen, and legs, most people hardly focused on the art on my body.
Knock, knock, knock.
The nervousness returned. I lightly tapped my hands against my cheeks. “Get it together, Marcus. Act like you’ve had a bad bitch before.”
I have had many bad bitches, but never someone of Ava Starr’s caliber.
I shook the thought out of my mind as I walked over to the door. I said a quick prayer before I slid the door open and greeted my guest.
“Damn…”
The sight of Ava in the tank top and shorts had my mouth watering, especially her perky ass nipples poking through the thin material.
She had her hair braided in knotless braids—I think that was what my sister called them.
The hair was a light brown color, almost blonde.
It looked perfect against her cream-colored skin.
Her skin was flawless, with a mole on the corner of her mouth and another on her cheek near her jawline adding to her natural beauty.
Her eyebrows were thinner than they were at the club.
I’d assumed she’d removed her makeup. She looked beautiful, bare faced and all.
“You’re funny. I’m literally wearing the same thing as you but with a shirt.”
“Baby, you could make a paper bag look like Couture.”
“Don’t drag it, sir.”
“I’m serious.”
She shook her head. “Thank you.”
“Come on in. I wasn’t sure what type of vibe you wanted, so I lit some candles and did a little something to make you comfortable.”
I stepped out of the way, and she walked in.
“This is nice,” she commented. “I know you’re a slut, though.”
“Huh?” I blinked in surprise.
“Any man with colored LED lights is a certified slut. You, sir, have the whole setup, so I know you’re a slut.”
It was my turn to laugh. She was funny as hell and playful as fuck. “Is that right? Is this a universal thing, or you made that up?”
She shrugged. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I led her into the living room and offered her some wine. She lifted her glass, and I filled it with red liquid. She sniffed the wine before she took a sip.
“Hmm. This is good. I’ve never had this brand before. I might have to add this to my next shopping list.”
“Keep hanging around me, and you’ll find a lot of things you enjoy.”
She pressed her thighs together subtly, but I noticed the shift in her body. I had her soaking in those tight ass shorts.
“You have a nice home. Everything is nice and clean,” she complimented.
“Thank you. I don’t know what kind of music you like to listen to, so I put my R&B playlist on. You fuck with old school?”
“Absolutely. I love a little of everything—even country.”
“Me too. I fuck with Shaboozey, Luke Bryan, Chris Stapleton.”
“Black folks love them some Tennessee Whiskey,” she commented.
“Exactly. The T-Pain remake goes crazy too.”
“His album went triple platinum in my home. I had that shit on replay for months. Hell, it still comes on my shuffle sometimes.”
“Let me find out we have a lot in common.”
She smiled. “I think we do.”
“Would you like some more wine?” I asked when I noticed her empty glass.
“One glass of wine was enough. Another one, and I might get you pregnant.”
“You can’t?—”
“Trust me, I would find a way.”
I shook my head as I laughed. “You’re hilarious.”
“Yeah, I’m trying to laugh you out those Nike shorts.”
“You ain’t got to tell a joke for me to do that.”
She shifted again. “You know you’re too fine to be flirting with me like this. I’ll literally combust.”
“Tell me what you want me to do, and I got you.”
“Let’s start with a kiss. Gimme a little peck on my lips. I can tell a lot by a man by the way he kisses.”
“C’mere,” I ordered. I patted my lap, and she stood up and claimed the seat in my lap.
Her shoes fell to the floor as her knees pressed into the cushion of the couch.
I cupped her face with one hand and held the small of her back with the other.
I broke our eye contact to look at her beautiful, round, pink lips.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers.
The softest thing in the world.
I slid my tongue across her bottom lip, and she granted me access.
My tongue slid deep into her mouth, wanting to taste her soul.
She moaned softly against my mouth as she placed her hands on my chest. She felt the throb of my growing erection as she subtly began to move against my lap.
She pulled away and wiped the corners of her mouth.
“My goodness.”
“How was that?”
“If you kiss like that… Where are we going to have sex at? On the couch? The bedroom? Let me know.”
“It’s leather. You can make a mess, and I’ll just wipe it up when we’re done. I don’t think I’ll make it to the bedroom.”
She giggled. “Say no more. My body is yours for tonight. Do with it as you please.”
Once she’d given me consent, the night moved much faster. I started by taking off her shirt. She had an athletic build, so her titties weren’t but a B cup. The perfect size to swallow whole. My tongue flicked against her hardened nipples. I put the bead between my teeth and tugged gently.
“I love the way this feels, Marcus.”
“You’ll be saying that all night, baby. I want you to lie back and take them shorts off. Let me taste you.”
“O-okay.” She lay back on the leather couch and lifted her bottom up to remove her shorts. The scent of her pussy almost made me feral. It was sweet. She had a bald pussy. The wetness shimmered under the shine of the red lights.
“Relax, okay? Don’t tense up. If you feel the urge to run, breathe .”
“I’ll try my best.”
I kissed her inner thigh and leaned back to admire her pussy—so pretty, so juicy, so fat. I dipped my head down and dove into her warmth. My dick throbbed when I got the first taste of her.
“Ssss…” She arched her back.
“Mm-hmm.” I opened my mouth and latched on to her clit. I slurped on the bead. She held my head in place as she bucked her hips forward.
“Right… mmm… Right there!” She cried out as her legs began to shake.
I added two fingers to my feast. While I sucked on her clit, I pumped two fingers inside of her warmth, stretching her for the main event.
“I’m cumming!” she whimpered.
I didn’t say a word as I drove her over the edge to release. Her orgasm tasted so good against my tongue. If I could savor it forever, I would.
“Mmm, that felt so good.”
“That was just the appetizer, baby. I’m trying to have you running laps to the finish line. Ya feel me?”
“I don’t want it to be all about me?—”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll get mine when I’m ready. I want to make sure you enjoy the night.”
“Oop. Yes, sir.”
I pulled my shorts down and stroked my dick from tip to base repeatedly.
When I was ready for the main event, I dug my knees into the couch and positioned myself at her entrance.
The wetness sucked me in like a vacuum. I closed my eyes to keep from prematurely nutting in her.
I bit down on my bottom lip, and when my eyes opened, she peered into my soul. I could feel her gaze deep in my core.
“Move.”
“I’m not all the way in yet.”
Her eyes widened. “Huh? You got more dick to stuff in me?”
I chuckled. “Yup.”
“Okay… Be gentle. I have workouts in the morning. I don’t want to walk in, moving funny.”
“I’ll try to keep it calm.”
“Thank you.”
I continued to fill her. Once I was all the way in, I pulled back slowly. I repeated the movements for a few moments to get her stretched for me. Once she loosened up around me, I dipped my head down to kiss her lips.
The position we were in was one that would have me praying to God not to get her pregnant.
She had a good career going, and I couldn’t risk taking her out the game when she had just signed a three-million-dollar deal.
It was crazy the disproportionate pay WNBA players got in comparison to NBA players.
However, it was great to see them slowly getting better pay from better support from viewers and the league.
“Are you okay?” she asked as she rubbed my neck.
“I’m trying to focus on not nutting in you,” I confessed between thrusts.
“You can nut in me. I’m on birth control.”
I had to pull out and take a deep breath to stop from nutting then and there. She giggled. She rubbed my arms as she sang along to the current song playing on the speakers.
“The day is almost through. All I can think about is you,” she sang.
“You have a nice singing voice when you’re not drunk and screaming the lyrics.”
“Boy, shut up.” She playfully hit my arm.
“But we can switch positions. Let me see you ride this dick.”
“Say no more.”
She sat up as I sat down. She mounted me like a professional bull rider at the rodeo. She pulled her braids up into a high ponytail and used a scrunchie she had around her wrist to keep her hair in place.
“Now, I ain’t never rode a dick this big, so be patient with me.”
“Fa sho, baby.”
I held her waist and massaged the skin softly as she held my shoulders.
She slowly rotated her hips to get the right angle.
She started off slow, as I kissed and sucked on the skin on her neck.
Once she’d relaxed enough to enjoy herself, she started showing out.
Our eyes were locked as she rode my dick.
“It feels so good,” she whimpered.
“It does. You riding this shit like a porn star, baby. I love it.”
“Mmm.” She pulled me into a kiss as her walls tightened around me. She was unraveling right on top of me. I had to take over. I held her in place and fucked her like a slut. I thrust up into her with precision. No matter how much she sprayed her juices over me, I continued my climb to my orgasm.
“Shit…”
“Yes! Fuck.” She dug her nails into my shoulders.
“I’m close.”
“Cum in me, Marcus.”
That was all it took for me to shoot my load deep into her.
“Wow.”
“Right.”
We both took deep breaths to calm our racing hearts. It had been a while since I’d had sex, and tonight made waiting so much better.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
She laughed. “I could always eat.”
“Wings, tacos, or breakfast food?” I quizzed.
“I would love a good birria taco right now.”
“Say no more. I’ll order it. The delivery around here is usually really fast, so if you want to take a quick shower, you can.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Let me show you where everything is.”
I led her into the bathroom and grabbed her a towel to dry off, washcloth, and unopened bar of soap. I tossed in a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste as well. She thanked me again before I left the room.
While she showered, I ordered our tacos and paid for express delivery. Once the food was on the way, I went into the guest bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. Even if I wanted to keep the taste of her juices on my lips, it would throw off the meal, and I couldn’t risk that.
The sun had begun to peek through the curtains when we’d finally concluded our night together. After we showered and ate our food, we talked for hours. Even though I’d been up since eight o’clock in the morning yesterday, I wasn’t tired.
“I better head out,” she began. “My workout starts at seven. It’ll only give me time to shower and head right back out. I can’t believe we spent all night and the morning up like this.”
“You’re good company. I’ve had a lot of fun with you. If you ever have time, I would love to do it again.” I went out on a limb with the offer.
“I’d like that a lot.”
“Cool. Be safe. Let me know when you make it home.”
“Will do.”
She leaned forward to give me a kiss on the lips before she headed out the door. I waited until she was safely on the elevator before I went back inside and grinned.
Nothing could take me down from the high of the night I’d had with The Ava Starr.