26
Monday July 7th
Blake
The instant I step into my apartment, I drop my duffel by the door and slip off my slides. My phone and keys follow, hitting the small island inside my kitchen, and after I guzzle down an entire bottle of water, I head straight for my bedroom.
Coach Gordan ran us like dogs today. And I swear, Coach Jimmen, the Dragons’ offensive coach, made me throw over one thousand passes. This year is the first year in over two decades that the Dragons are looking at the possibility of a national title. We came damn close last year, and with the addition of five freshman recruits who have upped both our running game and our offensive line, the entire coaching staff is bound and determined to take us all the way. Even if that means kicking our asses for this entire summer.
And this isn’t even Hell Weeks—otherwise known as the two-week-long conditioning we’ll be diving into at the beginning of August. We’re talking two-a-days that feel closer to training Navy SEALs to go into war than getting a college football team ready for the season.
I yank off my sweaty T-shirt and kick off my briefs and shorts, tossing both haphazardly into the laundry basket across from my bed, and head for the shower. But I don’t even get the water turned on before I hear my phone ringing from the kitchen.
Naked as the day I was born, I head out of my room, but I don’t make it to my phone in time before the call is sent to voice mail. Though, not even two seconds later, a text chimes in.
Lexi: Are you home?
Instantly, I’m grinning like a fool, and images from the weekend at the lake house surge forward in my mind, unbidden but welcome. The mental reel plays vividly—Lexi’s body moving with mine, the soft gasps of her breath against my neck, the look in her blue eyes when she fell apart on my cock. It’s enough to steal my focus for a solid minute before I manage to snap back to the present and send her a reply.
Me: Yeah.
I hit send, but when that short response doesn’t feel like enough, I send another.
Me: Want to come over?
Lexi: Already here.
A moment later, three soft knocks sound from my door.
Hell yes.
Excitement to see her is the main focus of my mind, and I head for the door, swinging it open with a quick arm. But right before I can reveal the fact that my dick is out, I hold the door precariously in front of me, just kind of peeking my head around the edge of it.
She furrows her cute brow, her blue eyes looking like the fucking ocean beneath the hallway lights. “You have a strange expression on your face.”
“Well… I was just about to hop in the shower and…” I tilt my head to the side and glance down at myself pointedly. “I’m not exactly wearing any clothes right now.”
“You’re naked?”
I cringe, but I also smile. “I am, in fact, naked.”
She doesn’t bat an eye. Instead, she shrugs and steps inside, closing the door behind her as she does.
And even though I’m just standing here with my dick out, I can’t deny the fact that every time I see this girl, I swear, she gets more beautiful. Her blond hair hangs down her shoulders, and she’s wearing this tight-fitting white tank top with jean shorts and sandals. It’s a simple outfit, but she makes it look like it belongs on a runway. No joke, Lexi Winslow could make a fucking garbage bag go couture.
She stands in the entryway of my apartment, her gaze not at all shy in looking at me. I’m talking all of me. And I can’t decide if I should cover my dick with my hands or head into my bedroom to grab some shorts.
But she doesn’t give me any time.
Instead, she does the one thing I don’t see coming at all.
Straight for me, she slides her hands up my biceps, over my shoulders, and stands on her tippy-toes to lean forward and press a kiss to my mouth. But it’s not a chaste kiss or simple touch of our lips. It’s deep, passionate, and she slips her tongue into my mouth to dance it seductively with mine.
I’m hard as a rock in exactly two seconds, my cock basically poking her in the belly.
“Lexi,” I say, her mouth still gloriously busy with kissing me. “I just got done with football practice. I should probably take a shower.”
“You can shower after.”
“After?” I question, leaning back to meet her eyes.
“Yeah.” She pointedly glances down at my cock, the damn thing just jutting out from my body. “After we have sex.”
“That’s why you came over?” I tilt my head to the side. “For sex?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation. No tripping over her words. Just… yes.
“I enjoyed the sex on the lake,” she adds and shrugs one petite shoulder. “So, I want to do it again.”
I tsk playfully. “Lex, is this your way of telling me you just want me for my body?”
She smiles and shrugs again. “And the pleasure it gives me.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. And then I pull her into my arms and lift her up until she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I’ve got an idea,” I say as I walk us toward my bedroom. “How about we take a shower together?”
“How are we going to have sex in the shower?” she questions, a little frown creasing her forehead. “The space is cramped, and the water makes it difficult to find a good rhythm where you can activate my G-spot.”
“Oh, Lexi,” I say, my lips quirking into a grin. “Haven’t you learned that I’m a determined kind of guy?” I lean forward to press my lips to hers before walking us into the bathroom. “I’m going to make you come. That’s a guarantee. Though, how many times is up for debate.”
“I don’t think multiple orgasms in one session is realistic, Blake. Statistically, it’s not the norm for most women.”
“Well, you’re not most women, and I’m not most men.”
The faintest hint of a smile lifts the corners of her lips.
With her still in my arms, I lean forward to turn on the water, ensuring with a quick hand that it’s the perfect kind of warmth.
Her smile grows as I make a show of setting her to her feet and removing her tank top, revealing the white cotton bra underneath. Though, that bra is gone quickly after that, as are her perfect black cotton panties and jean shorts.
And when she’s gloriously naked, every inch of her beautiful body on display for my eyes and my eyes alone, I kneel down in front of her. Steam is already billowing from the shower, and I take one of her hands, encouraging her to steady herself on my shoulder as I lift one of her thighs and put it over my shoulder.
“Blake?” she questions, confusion in her voice. But I’m too busy staring at her perfect pussy that’s now directly in front of my face.
“Every good athlete knows the importance of the warm-up,” I say, glancing up at her with a wink. “Just a little something to make you feel good and limber all the right muscles before I blow your beautiful fucking mind.”
I press my mouth against her pussy, giving myself a long moment to inhale her delicious, sweet scent before I slip my tongue inside her. She’s soft and warm, and I can feel her get wet against my tongue.
When I hear a small moan leave her throat, I suck and eat at her clit until I can feel her thigh shake against my shoulder. Both of her hands go into my hair, gripping the strands with a strong hold, and I love every single fucking second of it.
It doesn’t take me long to bring her to the edge. I’ve been studying Lexi’s body like I’m going to take a final exam on it worth a hundred percent of my grade. I know what she likes and I know what she loves and I certainly know what makes her come.
When her body tenses up like a bow and her fingers threaten to rip my hair out of my head, I keep sucking at her clit, but I let myself look up at her, watching the way her perky tits bounce and the way her eyes fall closed when her first orgasm of the night barrels through her.
It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and if I have anything to say about it, I’m going to make her do that over and over again tonight.
I don’t give a shit that every muscle in my body is sore from practice today. I don’t give a shit about anything but making Lexi feel good.
Her body goes lax against mine, and I guide us both into the shower. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her mind still soaring from the orgasm high, and I use that time to let myself touch her skin. I grab some body wash and gently rub it over her arms and her belly and her legs, and I quickly wash myself off as I do.
My cock is still hard, solely focused on the gorgeous woman standing in front of me, but I turn Lexi around and rub the body wash on her back, massaging my fingers into her muscles as I do.
She lets out a little moan of approval, her head falling back as she does, and it only makes me want to touch her, caress her, love her more.
It’s not about sex anymore; it’s about taking care of someone I love.
Because fuck, I do love her.
If I’m honest, I’m fully in love with Lexi, and I have been for a while. Heartbreak at stake or not, there’s no going back.