Chapter 19
I’ve been planning this all week. When it clicked that I was leaving for the combine on Mother’s Day, I knew I had to do something.
Mick knows everybody, and if I need something to shake, he makes it happen.
He hooked me up with A La Carte. They were totally booked for this weekend.
Hell, everything and every place was but he made some calls.
I booked the massages and paid extra for the last-minute appointment.
The cabin rental was the easiest. The reservation clerk is a huge Lions and Royals fan and when I gave my name, this cabin became available.
Her mom, Miss Diane, helped me pack Tee’s small luggage over the phone.
It took a lot but seeing my baby stretched out on the bed, relaxed, full, and knocked out made all of the planning worth it.
The cabin is cleared out and quiet. Since A La Carte won’t be back until six to prepare our dinner, I left Tee upstairs to rest and I’m down in the bottom level.
Quay will have the room down here if Teaira lets them stay, which I know she will.
It’s a king suite with a private bath like the other two rooms on the top floor.
Up there, there’s also an open area with a couch with a queen sleeper sofa.
This lower level is what sold me though. Aside from the bedroom, there’s a game room with a full-size pool table and an old school air hockey table that can flip over to a foosball table. It even has a multi-game arcade table with five throwback games.
Right now, I’m in one of the theater style seats watching the large flat screen TV in the corner of the room.
To prepare for my upcoming week, I’m watching and critiquing my game footage.
There can be no mistakes during the combine because at the end of the week, the only thing that will matter are my stats.
I need to rank high in all areas: standing reach, wing span, standing vertical leap, max vertical leap, shuttle run, lane agility, and three-quarter sprint.
The plan is to walk in as a predicted first-round pick and leave with that prediction solidified.
About an hour and a half into game footage, I hear slight crackling sounds on the stairs and look up.
Tee is coming down dressed in one of the little lace sets I packed, the white one.
Our baby is transforming her perfect body and she looks even more beautiful.
Her titties are fuller, her hips poking just a little more, and her lower stomach is starting to form a tiny bump.
Her face looks almost angelic, even with all of her hair partially covering it.
“I searched this whole big ass cabin looking for you,” she says when she steps down into the room.
“My bad. I didn’t want to wake you. Your mouth was open and you were snoring,” I joke.
“I do not snore!” she snaps while laughing. Her eyes scan the game room. “What’s through that door?”
“Another bedroom.”
“Oh, then they can definitely stay and be comfortable. There are two big bedrooms on the top floor. Tell them to pack a bag and I’ll tell my mom.”
“She’s already packed and ready for tomorrow. She packed hers when she packed yours.”
“And she picked this? Lace and see-through?” She smirks while spinning to give me a full view.
“Nah. That was all me,” I say as I slap then grip her ass cheek. “I like these lil ass shits. Yo’ ass sits just right in ’em,” I tell her as my eyes take her all in again. I swear I can look at her all the damn time.
“Well, can I sit this ass on you?” she asks.
“Where? Here?” I hold out my tongue and she smiles. “Or here?” My eyes dart down to my dick that’s already bricking up.
Her eyes trail from my mouth to between my legs. They linger on my dick for a moment, then she licks her lips. She steps right between my legs then rests on her hands on my thighs.
“Quick change in plans.” She smiles, runs her tongue across her bottom lip again, then eases down on her knees. Her hands move to my shorts and she tugs on the top of them. “Can I change the plan?”
“Hell yeah,” I answer. She can have whatever the fuck she wants from me, especially when she’s looking at me like this. Without wasting any more time, I raise up and pull my shorts and boxers down.
Her soft ass hands wrap around me. Slowly, she licks the entire length of me then plants a kiss on the head. Next, she embraces my balls with one hand then uses her other to guide me into her mouth. I damn near cry when the tip of my dicks hits the back of her throat.
Watching her take me all in while resisting gagging is sexy as hell. She makes sure to keep her eyes focused on mine the entire time and I watch them stretch as she deep throats my shit.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan.
Enjoying the feeling of her warm mouth, I relax and let my head fall back on the seat. The fact that she loves sucking my dick only makes her head even better. Each movement seems planned and definitely executed to perfection. She’s moaning and slurping on my shit while delivering the best head.
“Mmhm,” she moans. I grab her head as if I am in control but that shit is for show only. This is her world and she has me locked. “Mmmm,” she moans again, humming on my shit at the same damn time. My already bricked up dick gets harder.
“Um shit, baby!” I say as I continue to hold her head. She’s giving me wet, sloppy, controlled head and this shit’s clouding my damn head. “The fuck!” I groan. If I don’t stop her, I’m going to bust before I get the chance to bury my dick deep inside her. “Tee, baby, wait, wait, wait,” I beg.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ain’t shit wrong.” I sigh, letting out a satisfied breath. “I want to feel you on this dick before I bust. C’mere,” I demand.
Nastily, she runs her tongue over both her lips.
Then she grabs my hands and holds them as she stands.
When she’s upright, she steps closer and I pull her lace panties down.
Her sweet pussy is right in my face and I’m dying to taste her.
I place my hands on her ass, pull her even closer, then plant a soft kiss on her pussy.
The softest moan escapes her lips before she bends a little and kisses the top of my head.
Her hands then return to my dick, and while still holding it, she eases down on me.
“This… never… gets…old,” she utters.
When she covers my dick with a wet pussy, I have to bite the inside on my cheek to keep from busting.
That shit’s true what they say. Pregnant pussy hits different and Tee’s is wet as fuck.
I want to enjoy the feeling of her as long as I fucking can.
So I grip her ass as she places her hands on my stomach to anchor herself.
With just as much skill and precision, she starts moving up and down.
The way she’s gripping my shit and drowning my dick should be a fucking crime.
“Do that shit,” I groan as I bury my face in her breasts, kissing her nipples, feasting on them before kissing up to her neck.
She places her arms around my neck then starts to bounce on my shit faster.
When her eyes lower, I know she’s about to cum, so I grip her hips and hold her steady as her orgasm rushes through her.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head then she starts to shake uncontrollably.
A tear falls down her cheek as her warm juices drown my dick. I can’t hold it any more, I bust too.
“Shit,” we both sigh at the same time.
Her head rests on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her. We are both satisfied but breathless. When our rapidly beating hearts start to calm down, she speaks first.
“Did you feel that?’ she asks.
“Hell yeah and you felt good as fuck.”
“I’ve never come that hard before. Shit.
I felt like you were under my skin,” she mumbles then sighs.
“I want to feel that again.” Her pretty face lights up as she leans in and kisses me lovingly.
Within seconds, she’s sucking my tongue and grinding her wet pussy on me.
It doesn’t take long before I’m bricked all the way back up and she’s gliding back down on me.
“Fuck!” I groan.
After we both reach another climax, we head back to the main floor, take a long shower together, then prepare for dinner.
A La Carte arrives as scheduled and by seven-thirty, we enjoy a candlelit, Asian-inspired dinner on the deck.
We skip dessert because I want to feast on her.
I plan to lick every part of her body before I leave for Chicago.
A week without her is going to have me fucked up and feening.
“Are you sure you don’t want any of the bread pudding? She left it in the fridge,” Teaira asks as she takes her dress off. I’m already in bed, waiting for her.
“I don’t want no bread pudding when I got all this cake in here. I’m gonna eat you till you fall asleep and wake you up the same damn way. Take all that off and c’mere.”
The minute she joins me in bed, I do exactly what I promised and fall asleep with her sweet taste on my lips.
When the morning sun comes through the window shades hours later, Teaira’s legs are spread wide.
I’m buried deep inside of her walls and her muscles are gripping my shit.
I thrust in and out of her until we are both breathless and drained.
For almost an hour, we just lay in bed with her soft body on mine.
While my hands caress her hips and ass, she runs her fingers across my head.
I can spend my last hours before my flight doing just this, being with the lady I love, but the caterers will be here in a minute and our mothers and Quay will be here an hour after that.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“To meet your mom and sister? Yes, but I’m not ready to move or put clothes on. I keep telling you I love your hands. I’m going to m…never mind.”
“Nah. Say what’s on your mind,” I urge as my hand lightly taps her ass.