Special Teams – By S.L. Hannah #2
Pushing myself off Tommy, I slowly curled my body and gyrated my hips to a different beat coming through the speakers, until I was in Adrian’s lap.
My back against his chest, my arms around his neck, as he grabbed my long ponytail and pulled it enough for me to notice, running his fingers along the perimeter of each breast, my stomach, and lower under the front of my shorts.
His fingers teased my sex through my underwear as I dug my nails into his skin.
Tommy got up off his chair and stepped towards me and Adrian. Getting down on his knees he tugged on the buttons of my shorts until I demanded he take off everything, which he did.
With my feet perched on Tommy’s shoulders, I let myself fully immerse in the moment.
Tommy’s mouth descended upon my pussy, licking and sucking my folds and sensitive nub, his fingers toying at my opening, as Adrian continued to play with my nipples and the undersides of my breasts, nipping at my neck.
Swimming in pleasure, thighs splaying to get more of that mouth and fingers where I needed them, pressure building, stomach quaking, being held up safely by two gods in the sky, the release of an orgasm rolled through me like thunder through a storm.
Breathing heavy, thighs trembling, Tommy gently lowered my feet to the floor and slid back against the chair he’d been sitting in to compose himself, or his next play.
The suite filled with our most hallowed desires and concurrently gave us permission to perform them. Fortunately, because I wasn’t done.
Gliding off Adrian’s thighs, skin slick, head hot, I sunk down in front of Tommy. Unzipping his jeans, I scanned his face for any protest. His lips parted, like he wanted to say something…until I smiled with a wink and his lips curled upward in agreement.
I pulled down his jeans, his erection tight in his underwear. Freeing it, I wrapped my mouth around his perfect dick, wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave me.
“African Queen,” Tommy whispers, his lips brushing my collarbone, neck, jawline… “I was conflicted that night. Jealous. Wanting you in all the different ways . Selfishly, all to myself. But you were in charge.”
“And we were just having fun.” My lips are near his, daring him to kiss me.
“Is that all it was?” He asks, whisking a curl from my cheek.
I let out a chuckle, unsure of how he wants me to answer. “Isn’t that all it’s ever been?”
If before Vegas we’d had a few conversations, after Vegas we ended up having a few hookups. They were rarely planned, always hot, and then… I met my baby daddy, he got married, and things faded, like wallpaper with once vibrant colors left on a south facing wall for too long.
I gently bite and suck on each of his lips, until his mouth opens enough for my tongue to invade. I run my fingers across his smooth head, tugging him closer, our mouths feverishly locking.
Just like the way my mouth locked onto his thick dick that night, my tongue swirling around the tip, and then moving up and down as I gently tugged on his balls.
His head fell back against the cushion of the chair, his abs and chest flexed, muscles popped from his biceps down to his calves to let me know I was doing a good job.
I felt Adrian’s cock at the slit of my ass, and then teasing the entrance to my sex. I pushed back against it, before telling him to get some condoms, which Tommy said he had in his jeans… “Prepared,” I remarked, and we all laughed a little, before getting back to the business of the moment.
Adrian’s dick slid in, slowly, deeply, and then with a quickening pace.
He smacked my ass. I groaned in approval.
His finger played at my other entrance. I responded with more intentional bucks.
I almost forgot what I was doing with Tommy’s dick in my mouth.
Except it all felt too good to forget. Adrian filling my pussy.
Tommy filling my mouth. It was a pleasure trance better than any rave I’d been to that kept going long enough for me to feel the currents of electricity through every square inch of my body, my pussy throbbing and almost ready to…
And then I heard Adrian’s grunts become louder, his thrusts deeper, swifter.
I knew he was about to come. And when he did, his release came with a roar.
We all took a pause. Our chests heaving like we’d just completed a marathon.
But Tommy wasn’t done. And I wasn’t either.
He pulled on a condom and pulled me on top of him, pushing his dick into my slit with intent.
He was on a mission, sucking on a nipple, his other hand plying my breast. I found an angle, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone just right, and his dick filling me just right, and I knew it wasn’t going to take long for me to come again.
Adrian’s hands were rubbing my ass, and his mouth was igniting my skin, lighting me on fire from the back side. His fingers played with my other hole. First one finger slid inside, and then another, and then I paused because, was he going to? Could I take both of them at the same time?
But there wasn’t time to contemplate. With Tommy inside of me, that pressure on my clit, and Adrian’s fingers in my ass, and just the utter hotness of the situation, I was on the brink of orgasm.
I said it out loud, proclaimed it, like I’d claimed both of them that night, and I felt Tommy’s dick get even bigger as I started coming and he started coming. And we pressed and ground our hips into one another until the wave of our orgasms faded…
Tommy pulls away. “I can’t do this again with you.”
I pick up the tumbler with some scotch left, the ice cubes melted. I let the watered-down liquor linger on my tongue. “We’ve always had great chemistry.”
He takes out a money clip from his pocket, like he’s already defeated. “We should have taken it to the next level.”
“You know I don’t date– “
“Players,” he cuts me off, icily. “I know. Some old school rule of your dad’s. N o disrespect, but come on . And I’m not a player anymore.” He throws a couple of bills on the bar.
“And I don’t trust relationships,” I say, placing my glass on the bar.
“Because your mom left you?” He tucks away his cash and crosses his arms. “You shoulda worked that out in therapy by now.”
I remove his jacket from my shoulders and hand it back to him. “Low blow, Tommy.” I don’t need this shit tonight.
He folds the jacket over his thigh. “I’m sorry. Look, when I saw you tonight, all these feelings and memories flooded back.”
I fiddle in my purse for my lip gloss. “But then you’re bringing up our sexual history.”
“I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression. So, let me be very clear right now,” he says, putting a hand over mine. “I wanna date you. I’ve always wanted to date you. No negotiations this time.”
He pulls back, stands, and kisses my forehead asking if I need him to order me a car. I tell him that I’ve got it handled.
Whatever cheap thrill I thought I was about to relive with a former flame, extinguishes as he politely exits.
I forget about the lip gloss and take out my phone instead, calling for the car that brought me to the event. My driver tells me he’ll pick me up in five.
Fuck Tommy Evans if he can’t handle the heat.
Except two weeks later I feel like I’m the one who can’t handle the heat. I can’t stop thinking about Tommy, and it’s bothering me that he hasn’t reached out since our night in the low-lit lounge.
As I open my door, Ramona, my nanny, greets me and tells me Kyro is sound asleep. I apologize for being late, again. I haven’t made it home in time to tuck him in all week. I promise her I won’t be late tomorrow. She smiles as she grabs her bag and brushes by me on her way out.
I drop my keys, purse, and jacket on the console table, pull out my phone, and walk towards the great room.
The view from the Hills still gives me pause.
I fling my heels off and walk along the wall of windows.
The city lights flood the skyline, and the moon reflects off the ocean in the distance.
How did I manage to mess up that seemingly easy reunion?
Approaching the custom built-in shelves surrounding the fireplace, my fingers run across book spines and trinkets from world travels, and land on a picture frame.
I pick it up. It’s one of the few pictures I have of me, my mom and dad.
They look happy in this picture. And they were, for a moment in time.
Until my mom couldn’t take the pressure or repetition of life, or motherhood, and just left one day.
She tried to stay involved with me but was usually too busy going off on some new adventure with some new man, and after a while, I became resentful and chose to not even bother trying to fit into her schedule.
There were rumors that my parents’ relationship fell apart because she wasn’t mature enough, or compatible enough.
That my dad had been put under the spell of her looks and charm.
That she was a gold digger. That my dad was too focused on his career to give her the attention she needed.
I feared that it was something else. Something far simpler.
Something I saw in myself, even. She’d just gotten bored.
Her short attention span made her terrible at commitment, regardless of how young, old, successful, attractive, or not.
Men changed like the seasons on her calendar, and her happy place was always in a new scene.
Her leaving damn near killed my dad. He never really recovered from the heart break.
And it made me not trust myself. I swam in dating patterns that consisted of falling in love or lust with men that I knew were not right for me, like my baby daddy, or I pushed away the good ones.
Like my mom. God, I was a bitch. Like I’d been with Tommy.
I had evaded or avoided him, played him off too casually, flaunted other men around him. I liked him too much. I was like that silly eight-year-old that acted mean towards the classmate they wanted to hold hands with the most. What was wrong with me?
I put down the picture frame and walk into my kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water, thinking about the eight AM conference call tomorrow. I lean against the kitchen bar, scrolling through my texts, reading through Tommy’s last few completely benign ones.
What if dating him ended up failing like all my other relationships? What if I’m just being a fool?
I press the call button next to his name.
He picks up, like he’s already drifted off to sleep.
“I’m sorry, I’m calling too late ,” I say and almost hang up.
He clears his throat. “It’s alright. Everything okay ?”
“Let’s go on a real date,” I blurt. “And a few more. And if things fall apart…friends still?”
He chuckles. “And if everything goes well?”
I drum my nails on the countertop. “We’ll never have a threesome again.”