Chapter 28
~Deacon~
Hardly anything remains on my plate by the time Daley finally starts to eat, her eyes bright with interest over my proposed experiment. She gestures towards the pan of lasagna in the middle of the table, still half-full.
“Have as much as you like. Or anything else you want. Please help yourself.”
Since I intend to burn a few more calories before the night’s over, I do as she says, filling my plate again. “It’s good, and even more private than Abbati’s. I’d definitely visit this restaurant again.”
My wink earns me a blush, but she doesn’t look away. That’s a good development. “Do you usually cook for yourself?”
“I’m lucky enough to have a nutritionist who preps most of my meals. I have to throw things together in a pan or put them in the oven and that’s about it. I don’t mind cooking, but I’m usually too busy. Not to mention it’s not nearly as much fun doing it only for myself.”
Daley nods in understanding. “When River left to play with his junior team, I went through a period of eating popcorn for dinner every night. It was so much easier, and no one was around to complain.”
“Until you started feeling like crap,” I guess, and she nods again, giving me a beautiful, sheepish smile.
“Turns out the easy way isn’t always the best one.”
“Usually isn’t,” I have to agree. “I’d like to cook something together with you, though. Next time we do this, maybe.”
Daley’s smile falters just a tiny bit and she places her fork down on the table. “Before we make any kind of plans, I have to check one more time: you’re sure that what I told you about my professor being married isn’t going to bother you? I completely understand if it does.”
If someone had asked me before today, I would have thought it would be a dealbreaker, but Daley’s story evokes only sympathy, not anger. “I promise I won’t hold it against you. You made a mistake. Would you do the same if you found yourself in that situation again?”
Her head shakes slowly, almost wistfully. “Like I said before, I can’t regret what happened because River came out of it. But getting involved with a married man now? Not a chance.”
I figured. “A lot of things change in twenty years. Hell, twenty years ago, I was…”
“Eight years old?”
Her words take me completely by surprise and we stare at each other across the table for a second until my lips twitch.
That’s all it takes for her to lose control, erupting into unbridled laughter that’s irresistibly contagious.
The room rings with her light laugh and my deeper one, the two mingling together perfectly.
“That shouldn’t be funny,” she gasps, trying and failing to stifle her giggles.
Maybe not, but I love that she’s joking about it. I would much rather have her teasing me than being worried that she’s too old for me, and since she seems to be moving past it, I return to the topic of our next meeting.
“What are you doing next weekend?”
Her laughter finally quiets completely. “Nothing in particular. Why?”
“Can you take Friday off?”
“I don’t actually have students on Fridays, it’s usually my admin day, so it’s fairly flexible. You still haven’t told me why.”
“Did River mention the media day to you?”
Her eyes drift upwards as she searches her memory. “I don’t think so. Should he have?”
“He probably doesn’t realize the extent of it.
I didn’t my first year. Basically, the team invites all the local and national sports media in for the day to take pictures and film interviews to use in promos and on their shows when they cover us.
Different teams have their own traditions, but at Sioux Falls, we make a family day of it.
There are games for the kids, and the wives and girlfriends have their own event.
Last year, they did a fashion show. I’m not sure what the plan is for this year. ”
Since I no longer have a wife to take part, no one has filled me in.
“And you want me to come to this?” Daley asks, her tone thick with uncertainty.
“I want you to come and spend the weekend with me. The media day can be your excuse for visiting. I’ll tell River I mentioned it to you and suggest that he invite you up.”
She still doesn’t fully make the connection. “He has some kind of mental health retreat over the weekend though. That much, I know. He leaves Friday evening.”
“Exactly. He won’t have to know that you’re staying with me.”
At last, the pieces of my plan click into place for her, and her eyebrows lift in a half-impressed, half-bemused expression. “You’ve given this some thought.”
“Honestly, not that much. I just know I want to leave here tomorrow with a plan to see you again, and that’s the best one I’ve got on short notice.”
Her green eyes scan me like I’m a puzzle she’s trying to solve. “You really do just go for what you want, don’t you?”
“A hundred percent. And what I want right now is to know if you’re finished eating, because I’d very much like to take you back to bed.”
Her eyes immediately drop to my bare chest and my skin prickles with awareness and anticipation. My cock stirs in its first signs of life after my earlier orgasm.
“That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” Daley admits, her teeth dragging over her lower lip in a way that instantly jumpstarts my heart-rate.
“No? What did you have in mind?”
“Well, back in Vegas, I wanted a chance to get my mouth on your cock, but you put me off. I think I’ve just about got room for it now.”
She pushes her chair back from the table, rolling her neck like a prizefighter preparing for battle, and I can’t decide whether I’m amused or turned on.
Both, I’d say.
With a shrug, I concede, pushing my own chair to the side so that I’m facing her when she rounds the table. “It’s your house, so I guess I have to play by your rules.”
Daley steps between my legs, running her hand down my chest and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Does that apply in reverse at your house next weekend?”
My cock jumps at the idea of having Daley in my bed, all to myself, for a whole weekend. “Damn right it does.”
She keeps moving downwards, dropping to her knees as her hand drifts over my underwear, and my body tenses at the sight. So fucking gorgeous, and when she’s out of her head and confident like she is right now? Forget about it. I’m a goner.
Fully in control, she lifts the waistband of my briefs over the head of my cock, pulling it down just past my balls.
I’m still sitting on the back of the underwear, but she doesn’t ask me to get up so I don’t.
If anything, the pressure caused by the compression adds another layer of sensation and I trust that this woman knows what she plans to do with it.
Wrapping her soft hand around the base of my shaft, Daley lifts my cock and languidly licks me from root to tip.
Pleasure vibrates my vocal cords, the sound humming in the back of my throat, and when her gaze flicks up to meet mine, I nearly choke.
If I thought she was gorgeous before, seeing her with her tongue on my dick is a whole other level.
Not in any rush, Daley swipes her tongue over every inch of me, murmuring in approval whenever my cock twitches beneath her touch.
Part of me wants to close my eyes and revel in every delightful movement but I can’t tear my eyes from her.
When she finally opens her mouth and takes me in, just the head to start, a deep groan rumbles in my chest.
“I could watch you do this for days. I almost don’t want you to make me come.”
She pulls back, her lips glistening with saliva. “Is that a challenge?”
My lips pull into a wide grin, the mischievous glint in her eyes making my chest expand with warmth. “Let’s save that experiment for another time. Today, you can do whatever you want.”
“In that case…”
Without any further warning, she takes me in deep, my head hitting the back of her mouth and nearly making my hips buck off the chair.
“Fuck, Daley.”
My right hand threads through her hair as she begins to bob her head up and down my shaft, the left one gripping the edge of the table for support.
The waistband of my underwear keeps up a steady pressure beneath my balls and Daley’s fingers gently stroke the sides of them as her mouth and other hand work their magic on my cock.
I’m glad I didn’t accept her challenge because I’m going to come any second and there’s nothing I can do about it.
And in the end, I don’t want to fight it. Tension builds as her grip grows firmer, and at last, my eyes shut as the full force of pleasure hits me. My muscles tense just before everything goes loose, surrendering to it, to her.
Her mouth doesn’t leave me, still warm and wet around me as I pump into her, and when I force my eyes open again, she’s licking her lips, beaming up at me with pride.
I recognize that look. It’s exactly the way I feel every time I make her come, and I’m going to experience it at least one more time before I fall asleep next to her.
I’m so fucking glad I made this trip.