14. Omiri
Omiri
W aking up at five in the morning and climbing out of bed to push my body to the max of its potential under the heat of the sun had my mood fucked up. So when Makari woke me up with her lips wrapped around my dick, I gladly let her do her thing.
After I shot my seed down her throat I had her naked, legs spread wide and my tongue circling and sucking on her clit.
She moaned and rocked her hips, lifting them from the bed, greedily searching for more.
I pushed two fingers inside her and began a nice, slow thrust. Her pussy was already drenched which had my dick growing thick again.
When her breathing picked up and the muscles in her legs began to tense, I drove my fingers in deeper, hooking them at an angle enough to brush her spot when they made contact. Every time my fingers thrust into her, Makari’s hips jutted forward.
I felt her muscles tightening and sucking me in seconds before the orgasm pushed through her body. She coated and was leaking down my hand.
I thrust and circled her entrance a few more times before I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and licked each one clean.
She smiled lazily at me, watching while I moved up her body and guided myself between her thighs, rocking into her a little at a time, watching her reaction from the way I filled her.
“Good morning.”
”Mmm, good morning. You’re going to be late.” She gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss, sucking on my tongue while I landed deep, lazy thrusts that had her legs spreading wider.
“I’m just gonna have to be late then.” I worked one arm under her thigh and landed with a little more force at the same time my mouth was on hers again. The deeper I sank into her, the more I felt the blissful flood of need pushing through my body.
“Fuck,” I grunted under my breath then sucked on her tongue a little more at the same pace I ground into her. Each time I pulled back, I drove back in with a hard thrust that created a brutal rhythm, only letting up when I ground against her pelvis to dig in deeper.
It didn’t take long before the first tremor worked its way through her body and her pussy clamped down on my dick. She groaned under her breath and circled her hips, throwing her head back into the pillow.
She was so fucking beautiful. Eyes narrowed and lazy with them pretty ass lips parted had me thinking about how they were just spread wide around my dick. I fucked her harder and she grinned.
I gripped her jaw and shoved my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard, sucking on her bottom lip before I bit down.
My pace was relenting and I kept going until she came all over my dick, giving me the green light to flood them walls.
As soon as my dick stopped pulsing from the release, I started rocking into her at a lazy pace again.
”I’m not going to be worth shit at practice today.”
Makari smiled and slid a hand behind my neck, bringing my mouth down to hers. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
I chuckled then eased out of her and climbed off the bed. “Come take a shower with me before I go.”
”Nope, I’m going back to sleep.”
She curled up on her side, pulled the covers over her body, and balled her fists under her chin.
Watching Makari freshly fucked, in my bed, in the house I swore I would never step foot in again let me know she had the ability to bring me peace. As a man who understood how valuable that was, I would do anything and everything in my power to make sure I could be the same for her.
The past week of having Makari and Avi in my house had me settling into the space of wanting to be a family.
To wake up with Makari’s wild sleeping ass hogging my bed or the sound of Avi on the baby monitor put me at ease.
My life was chaotic as shit outside of these walls, but here, I felt like things made sense.
The first few days were hard. All I kept thinking about was what this house was supposed to represent, me and Rion making it to the next level, and now I understood that life never played out like you planned. Like they said, tell God your plans and He’d prove that He held all the damn power.
Instead of wild ass parties and drinking until I passed out, I was experiencing toys all over my living room and Makari’s sexy ass walking around here in my shirts.
We had damn near fucked in every room of this house—and there were a lot of them bitches—but doing so made this place ours, and in a sense honored what I knew my brother would want for me, even if I never envisioned it for myself.
It still fucking hurt but I was acknowledging that now and dealing with it because Makari refused to let me brush that shit off.
Life was good aside from the media blowing up our lives.
They refused to go away. The only positive was that out here, no one had access.
They couldn’t get past the gate so we were able to shut out the world when we were at the crib.
No cameras or people camping out trying to get pictures or statements until I pulled up at the training facility but at least Makari didn’t have to deal with it daily.
“What the fuck, McClain? Make the run again,” Coach Williams yelled from the sideline, folding his arms over his chest. He was annoyed like a muthafucker but for good reasons. The rookie was playing like shit.
I glanced at McClain and jogged back to the line while he positioned himself wide right. The kid was talented as hell but struggled all week. Too many drops, wrong routes, and terrible fucking timing. If he could screw it up, he did.
“Same route, rookie. Break at the twelve yard line and have your damn hands ready,” I yelled when he reached the line.
He nodded and I could see the frustration in his body language—shoulders tight, leg bouncing, fingers curled into his palms.
He’s not gonna catch this shit…
The pressure to have a three-peat weighed on the team. The rookies felt it more than everyone because they had big shoes to fill. If we secured another ring, we would make history with three back-to-back.
I cracked my neck, dropped back three steps, and delivered the ball with a perfect spiral and timing. It hit him right in the hands as soon as he made the break but the damn ball went right through and bounced off his chest.
“Fuck,” McClain yelled and snatched the helmet from his head, slamming it to the ground.
I crossed the field and got in his face. “You need to get your shit together or you’re not going to touch the field this season. We still have time to replace your ass.”
His head jerked up and his eyes were blazing. “You need to throw better passes instead of floating that shit and maybe I could catch something.”
I barked a laugh. This muthafucker had lost his damn mind.
“Better passes? How about you humble yourself and fucking listen? Coach has been on your ass all day telling you what you need to do. I have two rings. What do you have other than about a hundred missed passes today. Shut the fuck up and learn something, rookie.”
I shoved him in the chest and McClain lost his shit. He rushed me but I didn’t move other than to drop his ass as soon as he was close enough. One calculated punch knocked him on his butt.
He hit the turf and jerked his head up at me, eyes blazing again, but he was smart enough not to get up swinging.
“He’s right. You need to listen. Check your damn ego, McClain. You’re playin’ like shit. You’re good but you’re not ready for this level of competition if you can’t follow directions. Hayes is trying to teach you something.”
Rookie’s eyes darted around the field, looking at the other players and coaches who were watching before he locked in on me.
I was grinning because he was mad as fuck but the kid had heart.
I’d give him that. He needed to listen though.
I extended a hand to help him up but he knocked it out of the way and got up on his own.
“I’m ready,” he mumbled, earning my respect. At least he didn’t bitch up and run to the locker room. Had seen that happen before, two seasons ago.
“Let’s run this again.” I walked back to my position while he lifted his helmet and yanked it down on his head.
When I was in place, I pointed the ball at him.
“Keep your hands soft and don’t fight the ball.
Anticipate it landing. Don’t worry about the throw, that’s my job.
Let it come to you. All you have to do is catch it and when you do, don’t slow down, run through it and keep going. ”
He nodded and got in position to take off. I delivered the same pass with perfect timing and placement but this time the rookie caught it and secured the ball to his chest before turning upfield.
When he jogged back, I nodded my approval. “Again.”
The second rep was just as tight.
“One more.”
He caught all three. The kid was finally learning. About fucking time. “Good job. See what happens when you check your ego.”
He snorted and I chuckled because I knew he still wanted to hit me and would if he thought he could get away with it.
“McClain, over here.” Coach called for him, looking pleased and the rookie jogged over to him at the same time Ryland crossed the field and stopped beside me with a grin on his face.
“Did you have to hit him?”
“Yeah, I did. He needs to get his shit together. He’s starting at zero. No one gives a damn about his college numbers. It’s about the end goal, and if he can’t perform, my fist is going to be the least of his worries.”
I had been dying to crack his fucking jaw since I heard him trying to kick game to Makari but truthfully, regardless of what he said to her, I wanted McClain to have a good season. The kid was hella talented if he could manage to get out of his own head.
“He’s gonna be alright,” Ryland said, watching the rookie nodding at whatever Coach was telling him.
“Yeah he will.”
“If you had been at rookie round up you could have checked that ego there instead of embarrassing him in front of the entire team.”