Andres 7.
Her skin is so soft. Smooth. Supple. What other “S” words can I come up with to describe it?
Lying naked against me in her bed, clean from a quick shower, and sated…
I’ve never felt this kind of peace before.
My mind is quiet, my heartbeat steady, my soul settled.
I watched her as she held still, my cock poised at her hungry hole, something shifted behind her eyes. Acceptance? Affection? Something more?
I don’t know. What I do know is that she has imprinted herself on my heart. Her soul spoke to mine, as sappy as that shit sounds, I know it to be true. You never know what true love is until it hits you in the dick. Or rides it like a rodeo champion.
“What happened?” I grit out, wanting to hear her history, to know anything about her.
I crave information, insights, anecdotes about her like my lungs crave oxygen.
However, this is going to hurt her to relive.
And I hate him for it. This unknown motherfucker who dared to cause Jenna any amount of pain.
“We went to college together. He was good. Really good. And we always talked about what life would be like when he was drafted. We’d lie in bed and discuss our future.
He told me before the season even ended that I wouldn’t be able to attend the draft with him.
His parents were going, obviously, and he was only allotted two additional tickets.
It sucked, but I understood. I always understood.
I watched it live…watched him sitting with his parents…
and cozying up to a beautiful young woman I’d never seen before.
When his name was called, I started to jump up, excitement bubbling in my veins until it was pouring out of me.
Then I saw him lean over and kiss her. On the mouth.
His parents congratulated him and the three of them huddled together as he walked up to the stage.
I watched the man and woman I considered my parents embrace another woman like they’d known her for years.
That’s how I found out I’d been replaced. ”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter harshly, dragging her closer to me, trying to wrap my body around her and protect her. It eats me up when I realize I can’t. This isn’t a fresh wound; this is her barring her scars to me.
“7 years. Sleepless nights, traveling for games, protein shakes, special diets, waking up with him at ungodly hours for workouts. All for nothing. Cast aside for someone else. Someone tall and pretty on his arm. He met her on a guys’ trip he and his friends took before the combine.
I heard from the girlfriend of a teammate that she had reached out to him in the fall on social media.
And they’d been talking for months before meeting.
He was cheating on me for months, distancing himself before that.
I thought he was stressed about the NFL, and he probably was, but he was over me.
Over us.” Her breath hitches, her cold detachment slipping.
“I was informed that I am not the type of woman an NFL player belongs with, I’m not suitable to be on their arm.
I’m too independent and outspoken. The coaches and their wives, other players and their significant others don’t want to sit at dinner and listen to me spout random facts or discuss ancient aqueducts.
He considered everyone else’s opinion more important than mine…
more important than his own. I wasn’t enough.
I know in my head and to the marrow of my bones that it was the best thing to happen to me.
I would have been fucking miserable, and so disappointed in the man he was becoming.
But my heart…it fucking hurt. Crushed me. ”
“And I live a similar life?” Fuck. I get it now. “I travel constantly. I’m around coaches, players, WAGs, and celebrities all the time.” She makes a noise of distress, and I hold her tighter. “I’m not him. I’m 39 fucking years old, Jenna, I’m not some boy at the start of his career.”
“I know, but I’m scared.” Her voice has never sounded so small before. Confidence gone, she’s bared her soul to me as well as her scars.
“Why?”
“Because…because it’s electric when I’m near you.
Like your very presence charges every atom in my body.
It isn’t just sex, stupendous sex, it’s so much more with you.
And that’s dangerous. I survived him, in fact I thrived without him weighing me down.
I love my life. I’m genuinely happy. And if you… if I let you in and you leave me—”
“Prickly.” Rolling us over, I hover above her and cover her mouth with mine.
I find her hot, wet center and surge inside, swallowing her cries and demanding more.
I want everything from her. Her legs cradle me as I rut inside her.
I can’t get deep enough. Close enough. Tears fall from her closed eyes, and I lick up every one.
She clings to me as she cries silently, holding on as I slam in to the hilt.
“Look at me,” I demand, but she shakes her head and denies me. “Jenna. Look. At. Me.”
Reluctantly she opens her eyes and my rhythm falters. The force of her gaze hits me in the solar plexus, stealing my breath. How can she ever believe she’s not enough? That she isn’t a priceless treasure to be worshipped every day of forever?
“You’re like an itch beneath my skin,” I tell her, sitting up on my knees, lifting her legs straight up and pushing them together.
I press forward, bending her in half, her pussy infinitesimally tighter the further I go.
She’s agile, and limber, and her body is an amusement park I want a lifetime membership to explore.
“I scratch it, and it feels so good, but it intensifies until I’m consumed with it.
You’ve invaded every part of me, my life, my heart, my soul. ”
“ Andres .” Her body trembles beneath me, her orgasm barreling toward the edge and it’s too much for her. I don’t withdraw, I don’t back off. I want her to feel the full force of what we are together.
“I feel like…my life has all been practice. You danced down that hallway and the biggest game of my life finally began.” I press my thumb to her clit and rub it fast and hard.
Her pussy spasms, clamping down on my cock.
She bucks wildly, her head rolling back and forth, her body bright red and fucking devastatingly exquisite.
My cock jerks, my balls twitch. I groan as I start to empty inside her.
With a snarl, I spread her legs and lean down until my nose is barely touching hers, her wet eyes ensnared by my fierce gaze. “I play to win. I don’t lose, Jenna.”