Chapter 13 Kyelle
Kaeden purses his lips, sucking the small area of my neck just below my ear, and holds his position for countless minutes.
Tremors surge through my body, causing Kaeden to move slightly while kissing the space next to where his lips landed.
Then he begins alternating between sucking and licking the various places on my neck like he’s enjoying the feel of my excited yet murmured moans.
Kaeden gently bites my neck holding my skin between his teeth as my breathing changes tempo, and my arms tighten around his waist.
“Kaeden, oh my, babyyy,” I moan helplessly.
“Shhh, I got you, my baby.” His lips move up until he reaches my ear before softly sucking on my lobe, allowing his lips to stimulate me further.
“I need moreee,” I say in a strangled cry, followed by shallow, rapid breaths as I grip Kaeden tighter with balled fists.
Sticking his tongue out a little bit, he uses it to softly massage and caress my lips which causes me to join in on the action. Kaeden inserts his tongue before allowing it to massage me in a tangled dance between us. We shift into lovers fast from here with an age-old French kissing session.
“Mm.” We simultaneously moan, coming out of the kiss before we lose our ability to breathe as Kaeden lays me on my back.
Grabbing one of the pillows, Kaeden props my ass on it, shifting me to the edge of the bed.
Using his hands, Kaeden spreads me apart, diving in headfirst while licking in slow, even strokes, taking his time and moving from my clit to my opening.
Once Kaeden finds his rhythm, he slides his tongue in and out using slow, methodical, and intentional movements, causing me to lock my legs around his head tight enough to cut off his air supply.
“Kaeden.”
My essence begins seeping out, allowing Kaeden to get his fill as he, too, starts moaning.
“Damn, Kyelle. You taste good as fuck,” Kaeden tells me before French kissing my pearl with the same intensity as he had my top lips.
“Gotdamn.” Kaeden growls as I explode, and my nectar hits Kaeden’s mouth in a gush of continuous fluids.
Instead of backing away, Kaeden treats my honeypot like a man who enjoys a good meal, sucking until the last drip of juices releases from my body.
My legs go lax as my arms drop beside me, closing my eyes because I’ve given Kaeden everything I have with my release.
“So, you want dick or nah?” Kaeden asks, chuckling when I don’t move or open my eyes to answer his inquiry. “I guess it’s a nah,” he says, easing my body onto the bed so I can be better positioned.
Kaeden’s hand caresses my forehead, removing the sweat that formed from the intense round of oral he just performed. Kaeden stares intently into my eyes; all I can see is his admiration for me.
“I want to make love to you. Can I?” Kaeden’s voice is strained like he’s asking for my permission.
“Y-y-yes.” I agree with an equally weary voice, my eyes meeting the same intensity as his while expressing my inner soul wordlessly.
With his eyes still razor focused on me, Kaeden lines his dick up with my opening and eases into my tunnel.
“Ahh.” Kaeden groans like he’s found comfort within my walls upon this initial invasion.
Without breaking our eye contact, Kaeden begins thrusting in and out of me with the speed of an ancient tortoise.
My hands lovingly run up and down Kaeden’s back as my hips move to match him stroke for stroke. “Ohhh, Kaeden.” I cry as my eyes gloss over, filling with water before I close them momentarily.
“Nah, look at me.” Kaeden stills until my eyes slowly peel open, focusing back on him, allowing him to ease out of my tunnel and thrust back in with more force than before.
“Oooh.”
“Shit,” Kaeden says, moaning and deep stroking me, causing my mouth to hang slightly ajar.
“I l-love you, Kaeden,” I whine before my body shakes from the release that causes my walls to grip Kaeden’s dick like letting him go wasn’t an option.
Damn, is it possible to become dick whipped from making love fresh out the gate?
“Shit, I love yo’ ass too, Kyelle,” Kaeden declares as his seeds flood my canal as a tingling rush flows throughout my body.
And how the hell did we go from a salsa date to saying those three magical words? Lord, have mercy. I’m already gone over this man.
My leg is thrown over Kaeden’s leg as his hand unconsciously rubs up and down my thigh.
After spending the last two hours tangled in my sheets with Kaeden, my mind wanders and fires on all cylinders.
The crazy part is that Kaeden has been completely gentle with me, like I’m made of glass or something else fragile.
The cornerback with a fierce determination to throw an opposing team off their game held me with soft eyes that feel like they’re only reserved for me.
“Will you always be this quiet after snatching my heart through your pussy?”
“Yes.” I giggle softly.
“Hm. I only gave you what you deserve, my baby. On another note, I need to ask you something.”
Shifting, I stare into Kaeden’s deadpan eyes while lightly biting my lip before speaking after a thought pops into my mind. “If you ask me to marry you, I’m kicking you out of my bed.”
A low chuckle escapes Kaeden’s mouth as his eyes brighten, and he grips my thigh before resuming his gentle caress.
“It’s cute that you think I’d leave after experiencing what your pussy is capable of doing.
Anyway, I want you to come to my season-opening game.
I’ll even make sure your girl has a ticket so you have someone with you. ”
“Oh. Where would we be sitting?”
My heart races and my breathing elevates at the thought of attending a live football game because I’ve never attended one.
“Somewhere along the 50-yard line. With it being the first game, I want my good luck charm in the stands.”
“I don’t know. With the way you were stumbling tonight, I could be bad for your health.”
Another chuckle escapes Kaeden’s mouth, and he stops rubbing my thigh, pulling me into his body. Kaeden’s laughter always fills me with joy because of how much his face lights up from the action.
“You got jokes, but no worries. I’m capable of properly executing instructions in that arena.”
“Then I’ll be there.”
“Hopefully screaming my name so I have some motivation to show my ass.”
“Only if you promise to moan mine afterward.”
“Why put off tomorrow what a nigga can do today?” Without warning, Kaeden pulls me over until I’m straddling his body.
“Ooh. Touché.”
“But first, let’s confirm some shit, Ms. Ky. You and this pussy are mine.”
“Is that your rushed attempt at asking me to be your woman?”
“When you let me slide into my new favorite place, that was all the agreement I needed.”
When Kaeden’s hand wraps around my neck, squeezing lightly, my pussy purrs as I moan from the possessive action that leaves me without rebuttal. Needing no verbal confirmation, Kaeden’s free hand guides his dick into my awaiting tunnel inciting another moan from my lips.
“Mm. Touché. We—mm—we’re together.” My moan is but a whisper as I stare at Kaeden’s glowing eyes as he pushes in and out of me.
Game Day . . .
“Oh my God. Make sure you thank your man for ensuring I get to experience this with you,” Tracy gushes.
The stadium is explosive and humming with energy that I feel at the bottom of my feet.
The electric feeling is surging through my body like I’ve been struck by lightning.
At Kaeden’s insistence, I’m wearing a jersey with his number on the back, #28.
Seeing so many jerseys of people wearing every player's number excites me about Kaeden’s foresight.
Knowing that Kaeden is on the sidelines, I search for him in the sea of helmets and shoulder pads.
Almost instantly, my eyes find Kaeden bouncing on the balls of his feet with his razor-sharp gaze on the field.
The announcer’s voice shouts, echoing around the stadium as the defense is called one by one.
“Alright. Let’s meet the starting defense for the Columbus Bobcats. Number 28, Kaeden Evans.”
Standing, I clap hard enough to cause a red tinge to my palms. “Let’s go, Kaeden!”
The crowd roaring charges me as my heart leaps upon seeing Kaeden jogging while waving to the crowd.
My teeth are clenching my bottom lip as I pray for a semblance of eye contact between us.
Then Kaeden begins scanning the stands until our eyes collide as he smiles cockily before tapping his chest, causing mine to fill with warmth.
Then all too soon, Kaeden moves to the sideline effectively bursting our brief moment.
“Aw, y’all are so cute,” Tracy says beside me, reminding me of her presence.
The blowing whistle announcing the game is beginning prevents me from responding as I sit down with trembling hands and a pounding heart.
The ball sails into the air causing everyone around me to still as the receiver catches it before sprinting toward the 25-yard line.
My legs are bouncing as I watch the Bobcats’ offense run a quick three plays before the defense takes the field.
Seeing Kaeden taking the field has me standing on my feet, not wanting to miss a single play stopping minute of his actions.
Kaeden appears locked in as he crouches in front of one of the opposing wide receivers.
Then the snap happens, and the receiver runs forward trying to shake Kaeden who’s on him like white on rice. Kaeden’s movements are fluid as he flanks the player like a second skin before batting down the football meant for the receiver.
“Let’s go, Kaeden!” Clapping, I pump my fist when Kaeden blocks the next play, causing the receiver to throw his hands up before returning to the line of scrimmage.
The snap is quick, causing the defense to scramble to block their opponents as my body tenses and my chest tightens while watching Kaeden’s opponent push him, trying to get away. Kaeden is like a dog with a bone, not letting up, effectively blocking the player from being open.
“That’s how you block, baby! Come on.” I’m too lost in the scene before me to realize my words as the crowd's roar intensifies, charging me.
“Defense! Defense!” The crowd shouts, causing me to shift my focus from the field to the crowd around me while smiling.
“Oh shit! Look! Look!” Tracy shouts, pointing.
Quickly turning, I see Kaeden jumping in the air, and time slows to a crawl as my heart feels like it’s about to pop out of my chest. Kaeden snatches the ball out of the air with effortless control as the announcer’s voice booms around the stadium.
“Interception!”
The stadium erupts as I jump up and down, clapping like a fool when Kaeden runs toward the end zone with the ball clutched in his arm.
“Touchdown, Evans!” The announcer shouts.
“Let’s go! Let’s fucking go, Kaeden,” I shout before laughing when he and his teammates start a celebratory dance in the end zone.
As overwhelming pride envelops me, the urge to cry crawls up my back as Kaeden and his teammates run to the sideline.
My breath hitches when he stops in front of my sitting area, pointing at me before tapping his chest twice.
The unspoken that was for you hits me like a dagger in the chest, leaving me breathless.
The game isn’t even over yet, and I want to give Kaeden some celebratory pussy.
“I see you, bestie,” Tracy says, nudging my arm when Kaeden returns to the team bench.
Smirking, I’m unable to respond, as I feel like the luckiest woman in the stadium knowing that Kaeden made a play just for me.