Chapter 4
I was hanging up my player jersey. It was official.
Lafayette was perfect—smart, funny, could talk sports, and fuck me good.
Add to that her being a squirter, and I didn’t need to see anything else.
Lafayette Porter was the one. I lounged back against the soft pillows of the hotel bed, holding the baddest woman in the world in my arms with playoff highlights rolling on the screen.
I was home. Faye was going to have to call an entire SWAT team to get me to leave this motherfucker.
If it was up to me, neither of us would ever leave this room again.
“Now what was that pass?” Faye shouted at the screen, nudging me playfully with her elbow as the basketball highlight reels rolled.
“He threw that motherfucker to a ghost,” I replied, shaking my head.
“He clearly threw the game.”
There weren’t many women in the world that could appreciate a good night of GZN Sports and shit talking, but she could, and that shit had my dick swelling.
“Room service.” A loud tap sounded against the door, shaking us from our own little perfect world.
“Finally.” I sat up, gently pushing Faye off my chest. “Any longer, and I was going to have to eat you again.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t have complained.” She stood to her feet. “I got it.”
“Got what?”
I stopped to stare at her. There was no way I was letting her get the door at this time of night.
“The food.”
“Nah, get back in the bed.” I stood, grabbing my shorts off the floor. “There’s a man around. I got it.”
“You can’t go to the door, Jax. Somebody might see you.”
My eyebrow raised, and my lips scrunched up. I didn’t give a damn about anyone seeing me. As far as I was concerned, the quicker they saw us together the better.
“So? They already heard you screaming my name.”
“Real funny. But really, the rumors that could spread if someone sees you coming to my door.” Her voice was more serious now. “Jax, you’ll look like the man, but I’ll look like a struggling podcaster looking for a come up. It could be bad for my career. You know how this industry works.”
I stared at her, not wanting to accept it, but I knew she was right and understood where she was coming from. This could easily be a business meeting, two friends just hanging out, but that’s not how the press would paint it. They’d drag it all over the internet. Reluctantly, I sat back on the bed.
“You go it.”
Faye’s mouth curved into a smile as she pulled a white robe from the closet and draped it over her body.
Damn, she looked good in everything. I watched her move toward the door, positioning myself to where I could see without being seen.
I couldn’t go to the door, but I was never just about to let her be defenseless.
“I’m watching,” I called out.
“I know.” She threw a glance over her shoulder as she opened the door.
The attendant stood there with a small cart with several Styrofoam containers.
I bounced my attention from the television to Faye.
She was exchanging pleasantries with an attendant.
I liked how her demeanor shifted into that of a professional.
It was another thing I enjoyed about her.
That switch-up game was crazy. She could give professional, classy hood, and freak.
The door clicked shut, and a few minutes later, Faye floated back to the bedroom holding two bags.
“After sex dinner is served,” she declared, setting the food down on the bed.
The aroma hit my nose, and I wasted no time grabbing my plate.
“Perfect. You need fuel, so I can tap those guts a little more before I return you to the outside world.”
l pulled the cover back on the bed, inviting her back by my side.
“You tap my guts anymore, sir, and I’ma need to see a surgeon.”
She removed her robe, climbed back into bed and sat Indian style.
“Have him send me the bill.”
“Gladly!” She laughed, and we settled back onto the bed with our plates in hand, enjoying our food.
I couldn’t help but steal glances at her and take notice of how comfortable we already were with each other and how good it felt.
Faye didn’t have a problem stuffing her face in front of me.
There was no awkwardness, no hesitation, none of that cute, insecure shit women liked to do in front of men.
It was refreshing, and it added to the list of shit I was feeling about her.
“You’re not shy about eating,” I blurted, taking a big bite of my own burger, hoping she wasn’t offended by my statement.
“Should I be?” She shrugged, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “I like food. It’s good, and I’m not ashamed of it.”
“Nah, I get it. It’s just most women be trying to be all cute and shit.”
“Nope. Not me.” She stuffed a chicken tender in her mouth. “Besides, you’ve already seen my ugly sex faces. I don’t think it can get any worse than that.”
“Your sex faces are a fucking work of art.” I stared at her, picturing the way her body was submitting to me. Shit, my dick was hard all over again.
“Sure they are.” She looked down, spotting my erection underneath the cover. “You and your pet snake better not be over there getting any ideas. I’m going to bed after this.”
“You not, but the sleep will come eventually,” I told her.
She opened her mouth to respond but ended up stuffing it with another piece of chicken. She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew she wanted more of this dick. If she didn’t, I would have been put out on the curb by now.
“Look, it’s me!” she shouted, startling the shit out of me as she hopped to her knees and pointed at the TV.
My eyes darted to the screen, and there she was smiling and talking to GZN Sports about winning the podcast contest.
“Shit! Is this your first time on TV?” I questioned.
“Yes! Get my picture!” She squealed, and I moved fast to retrieve my phone off the nightstand.
“I got you.” I opened up my camera app and angled the phone at the screen, being sure not to get any of her naked body.
“This is so crazy.”
“You gonna be a big deal after this, shawty.”
“I can only hope.”
“You will. You’re Lafayette Porter!” I hyped her up. “The next big face in sports reporting.”
“Wow.” She gasped, returning to her seat as her news segment went off. If Avery could see this,” she said settling back on the bed.
“Avery? Is that your ex? The one that passed?”
“Yes.” Her voice dropped. This was obviously a source of a lot of pain for her.
“Do you mind if I ask what happened?”
“No… um he was hit by a stray bullet one night when he was out with some friends two years ago.”
“Wow. I’m sorry. How long were you guys together?”
“Three years. We met in college.”
I nodded my head. I was not sure what to say.
“Have you dated since?” I asked.
“Date? No. I mostly just sleep around. I’ve accepted the fact that Avery was probably my one and only true love.”
Wrong. It was me.
“So, what? All you have to offer is one night?” I questioned.
“Pretty much.” She shrugged.
“Seems pretty empty.”
“Says the guy who’s in the press every other day with a new hook up.”
“That’s how I know it’s empty. Just looking for some shit to do to fill a void.”
Her head turned in my direction.
“What void are you trying to fill?” she asked.
“I was the geeky kid none of the high school girls liked. When I became the Jaxton Saint, it seemed like I could redeem myself.”
“So, you sleep around to boost your ego.” She said it like she was unlocking some secret code or some shit.
“And you? What void are you trying to fill?”
I had my theories, but I wanted to hear what she had to say. She gazed at me, and it was like the broken shit in me was mending with the broken shit in her.
“I don’t know—sadness, pain, having a person you love snatched away in the blink of an eye. Being completely out of control.”
“So, you sleep around to cope with grief?”
“Yep.” She nodded. “It’s the only time I feel like myself.”
“I get it. Maybe you should try journaling or some shit.”
“Maybe you should try journaling or some shit.” She nudged me, and we shared a laugh, which lightened the moment.
“Okay. I’ve got to tell you something,” I confessed, feeling the need to change the topic.
Her gaze turned to me, and she raised an eyebrow.
“Yes?”
“I’ve had a crush on you for a lil’ minute now. If I’m being honest, I kind of came here hoping to meet you.”
The words slipped out before I could even second guess admitting it to her.
“So, you was plotting on me?” she asked, leaning closer. “How flattering. Mr. Famous Hockey Man wanted to fuck,” she sang playfully. Her cheeks turned red.
“I wouldn’t say I was plotting.” Nigga, you were plotting. “But I was definitely going to introduce myself if the opportunity presented itself.”
“Well, I have a confession of my own.” She smirked, putting her plate down on the nightstand.
“What’s that?”
“I’ve been wanting to suck your dick since I first saw it on Hollywood Tea.”
“Oh, really? You saw that?” I smirked, putting my food down on the nightstand.
“Uh huh.” She crawled between my legs. “Saved it to my phone too.”
“Did the pictures do it justice?”
“The pictures are good, but seeing this in person…” Her words trailed off as she took my dick in her hands.
“Fuck!” I groaned, staring down at her pretty ass as she took my heavy dick into her mouth as best as she could.
“Just start with the head,” I coached her. “Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
I leaned forward, slapping her ass. She glanced up at me with those big, beautiful gray eyes, jerking my dick as she sucked on the tip, coating it with spit just the way I liked it.
“Fuck.” I tangled my hands in her curls. I needed to look at her beautiful, nasty ass for a minute. “Shit!”
I needed to go ahead and hit the jeweler and tell him I needed a ring.
“Open your pretty ass mouth,” I instructed her, and she did just that before pushing my entire shaft down her throat. She only gagged when she got to the balls.
“Oh, shit! You gon’ eat the whole twelve inches like that?” I pulled her head back.
“Uh huh.”
“Do that shit again,” I demanded, and she slid her wet mouth all the way to base of my dick and gargled with that motherfucker.
“Faye, shit. This good ass mouth is mine!” I slapped her face gently. “Do you hear me?”
“Uh huh,” she moaned. Her lips curled perfectly around my meat, and she sucked.
“Yep,” I moaned, taking my dick out her mouth. That was enough of a confirmation for me. “Toot that pretty motherfucker up.”
“With pleasure.”
She climbed on her knees while I got out of bed to grab a condom from my pants.
“Let me see that pretty ass arch.”
I watched her as I made my way to the pants I discarded in the living room. I fumbled through my pockets, keeping my eyes on Faye. Her back dipped into the perfect position, putting that beautiful ass on display and that pretty face in the mattress.
“Shit…” I licked my lips as I ripped the condom wrapper and slid it on my dick before entering the bed and positioning myself behind her. “You are so fucking perfect.” I slapped her ass, lining the head of my dick up with her wet entrance. “And this is the last one night stand you’ll ever have.”
In one swift motion, I was inside her, pounding her with hard, deep strokes, writing my name all up in that motherfucker.
“Fuck, Jax!”
“Uh huh!” I smacked her ass, watching it ripple against my thighs.
“Oooh… Jax!”
I placed my hand in the center of her back and deepened her arch, pushing more of my dick inside her pussy. I wanted to ruin her for any other nigga that thought he was gonna get a chance to sample her.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!”
I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pinned her down to the bed, forcing her to take my dick.
“Jax! Shit! Wait!”
She tried to reach her hand back and wedge it between us, but I wasn’t having that.
“Nah.” I locked her arm behind her back and continued to pound into her pussy. “Take this dick.” I grunted. “Make that pussy spit for me!”
“Yes! Okay!” Her pussy walls contracted around my dick. She was about to cum, and I wasn’t too far behind her.
“Cum for me, Faye Baby.”
I laid on top of her, pushing her body to the bed. My hand wrapped around her neck, bringing her face up to mine.
“I’m cumming! Fuck!”
She let out a beautiful cry. Her body shook underneath me as her pussy hugged my dick, pulling my nut right out me.
“Shit, Faye Baby!”
I rolled off of her and onto my back. I lay there for a minute, trying to steady my breathing as the sound of GZN Sports filled the room. The sudden urge to pour my heart out and confess my undying loyalty to this woman overwhelmed me.
“I need to know where your father lives,” I whispered as I turned to her.
Her eyes were already closed, and a light snore escaped her lips. She was sleeping. Raising up a little, I pulled her into my arms and lightly kissed her forehead.
“I’m making plans for us, Faye Baby,” I whispered. “I’ma be everything you ever needed.”
I closed my eyes, attempting to let sleep find me.
The loud buzzing of my phone had me popping my eyes open only a few minutes later.
Who the fuck? Reluctantly, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, being sure not to disturb my sleeping beauty.
I took one glance at the Penguin group chat notification, and guilt immediately started eating me up.
Liam:
You hit didn’t you?
Le’Andre:
Was it wet? I bet that shit was good.
Liam:
I got dibs on the second nigga to hit.
I swiped out of the group chat and tossed my phone on the nightstand. I wasn’t going to give them niggas the satisfaction tonight. Nah, I’d dead that bet shit tomorrow. Faye didn’t deserve this shit.
“I placed a bet that I would be the first one to fuck you.” I stared down at her. She was snoring even louder now. “I’m sorry.”
My eyes closed as sleep and guilt consumed me. I’d fix this shit and officially get my girl in the morning.