Chapter Aphrodite
APHRODITE
“JUST LIKE THAT, AP, fuck!”
He knew better than to keep up all his talking because it wasn’t going to do anything but feed my ego and make me want to go harder. My locs were hanging down my back and I could feel him reach for them before he used them to pull my head back, deepening the arch in my back.
“You feel so good, Bam.”
That was an understatement but it was all my brain could muster to say right now.
Anthony had me wide open, literally and figuratively, as I rode his dick in the shower of his hotel room.
The room was fogged up as was the shower and despite the way I was bracing against the glass shower walls leaving prints, Bam was doing all the work to hold me steady.
I should’ve been embarrassed from the number of times he’d already made me cum but I was far too comfortable with this man to care. I ground my hips further onto him giving my thighs a break from bouncing as I looked down into his face and saw nothing but unadulterated rapture.
“Letcha’ lil’ pussy keep suckin’ my dick like this, AP.” He bit his lip as he squeezed my ass cheeks while he thrust upward rubbing my g-spot before he found his way deeper to grind against my a-spot.
Despite how good of shape I was in, it meant nothing when I was doing the equivalent of six hundred squats on this man’s dick as I rode him.
The way he had me seizing up as he fucked me through another orgasm should’ve been studied because losing control shocked me every time.
That was how I knew this man was it for me.
It wasn’t just the sexual satisfaction that I found in him.
It was safety. I could be this physically and mentally vulnerable with him, because of him, and know that he wouldn’t ever take advantage of it.
“You tapping out on me, baby?”
His hands were now on my back, my skin shower and steam slicked, making small circles like he knew what I’d gone through was intense and he was going to be right there with me.
“No.”
“You gone let me walk you through another one, AP?” His mouth was talking as he kissed his way down my chest and I felt myself about to come apart again.
“Yes.”
He stood up with me in his arms unbothered by the dangerous position we were in.
“Ant—”
“We got too much ridin’ on life for me to drop you, baybeeh.
Trust me.” He leaned me against the warmed tile of the shower and began to stroke me slowly and shallowly as he stared deeply into my eyes.
I shouldn’t have been in his room at all, but ask me if I had any regrets.
That answer was a quick hell no. He told me he needed to see me before he could play today and I followed Rye’s instructions and snuck on the floor not giving a damn about the rules.
I thought I’d be used to Anthony’s size since we’d been together for almost a year but I could still feel the width, length and ridges that graced his dick as he used them to tease me.
“Go deeper, Bam.”
Despite how good we felt, I knew he had places to be and I didn’t want today of all days to be where he got sidelined for being late.
“Want to stay like this forever, AP. It’s hard to release the lil’ bit of heaven that you granted on earth.
That’s how I feel when I’m not wit’ you or inside you.
Like the world just got a lil’ bit colder.
Less bright.” He blinked as though the confession came out of nowhere for him but he wasn’t ashamed of how he felt.
The fog of the shower didn’t hide the emotions that were playing across his face and I kissed him again as he granted my request and plunged deeper inside of me.
This man tugged at every part of my heart with his words because he made me fall for him all over again every day.
“I’m not going anywhere, Bam.” I kissed him again, loving the fact that he was still a man who enjoyed intimacy with or without being intimate.
Anthony kissed like someone who loved kissing and as his hand crept up to the base of my neck, my pussy squeezed around him harder as he applied the slightest pressure.
“You promise?” He questioned me as he sped up his strokes, nipping at my lip with his teeth, staring into my eyes expectantly awaiting my answer.
“Yes, baby.” My stomach was clenching to the same rhythm of my walls as I felt the tsunami of my orgasm break over me.
“I feel that shit, baybeeh. I gotchu.” I thought my body was frozen as I started to unravel but my legs were now draped over Bam’s arms as he supported my weight on his forearms and fucked me in the air.
I didn’t have a second to be fearful as I clenched and unclenched around the unrelentingly length of him as he chased his own release. “That’s it, AP, fuck!”
I shuddered feeling him speed up and his tip get fuller, the veins even thicker as I felt them battle the resistance of my walls as he slid in and out of me.
When he stilled before spreading my ass cheeks in his hands ensuring every centimeter of him was as deep as he could go, I finally felt the jets of his release mingling inside of my body.
It almost felt surreal every time we made love because my body never seemed to adjust to how good he made me feel.
After a few seconds, he lowered my legs to the ground and he gently withdrew from me.
I winced as my body adjusted to being without him.
I caught myself as my legs wobbled because the last thing I wanted him to do was to act like I couldn’t handle him and try to go easier on me next time.
Or have him in his head when he needed to be thinking about the game.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
He slow blinked looking like his nut had put him into a semi-conscious state. “Merry Christmas, AP.”
I giggled because he’d been calling me that more and more lately.
I didn’t know if he realized he was doing it, but I thought it was cute.
We’d been living together for months and the renovations that we wanted to make were going smoothy.
It helped to know people who owned businesses and didn’t feel the need to waste time trying to get more money out of us.
My practice court was basically finished but a few of the luxury items I’d wanted for it were still waiting to be installed.
I’d had a judges’ stand on order so that when my coach watched me play she could call things more accurately.
Anthony had surprised me by running a water line and power to the court.
He’d had a small outdoor kitchen area with water, a mini fridge and an area to keep snacks and my pre- and post-workout supplements.
“We didn’t get much showering done, Bam.” I leaned over and kissed him before trying to walk him back toward the spray of water.
Instead, he pulled me closer to him and gripped my ass again. Never had me and little handfuls of cheeks felt like the baddest thing in the world. But you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t thick with the way this man kept his hands on my ass.
“Ain’t nobody tryin’ to wash the scent of this good pussy off them today, baybeeh. We gone call it my good luck charm.”
My mouth dropped open at the thought of him walking around with my scent on him all day. “Bam!”
He winked at me before his eyes narrowed as he stared into mine. “Keep on nah. You be bent over touching your toes and then you’ll be the one to explain to Stew why my ass was late.”
“That’s tempting but we aren’t about to jeopardize the day like that. Besides, we've got all night after we leave ’Twan and Rye’s.”
A look came over his face but it was gone so fast I could only assume it wasn’t really there.
“You right. C’mon so we can get dressed before I say fuck this game entirely and spend the day being a ho’ ho’ ho’ for real.”
“I hope Anthony likes his gift.”
I was sitting in the suite next to Rye and Sterling watching the players warm up before the game.
I’d left the team hotel and hurried back to the room I hadn’t even used last night so I could get dressed.
Because of traffic and how packed the game would be, none of us wanted to battle coming from our respective homes to the area near the stadium.
Not today. We’d gotten suites at the Warren Hotel near the stadium and we planned to do Christmas at Rye and Antwan’s later on after the game.
I’d never been a part of a real Christmas experience because up until this year I hadn’t truly had a family.
Christmas would consist of my mother showering my father with gifts she’d run up one of my lines of credit to purchase.
Every year they got more extravagant as a way to try to keep him but it never worked.
He’d toss some lackluster cliché gift toward her and then leave to spend time with his family.
I was sure now it was one of his other women but my mother would sulk the rest of the day away.
I was always left sitting in the middle of their dysfunction, not really wanting to deal with one family member and feeling pity for the other.
I never really cared about gifts but to be so wholly forgotten in her running after him still hurt.
And of course he felt as though buying a gift for me was her job so I was usually an afterthought.
My collection of free gift with purchase items was truly second to none.