24. 24 Mae
24: Mae
T he crowd roars inside the Missarali City Stadium, and the clock shows two minutes left until halftime. The Storks are winning, and I can see in their opponents' faces that they know there’s a slim chance of beating them.
Sophia waves her pom-poms beside me, and the crowd go wild. She’s an adored member of the team—a striking, tall brunette with olive skin who has a mesmerising smile that makes me wonder if her teeth are naturally that white or if she had something done to them.
I’m glad her reappearance has relieved me of the pressure to perform, but watching the girls shuffle into their starting positions as the halftime whistle sounds fills me with an ounce of longing. I felt somewhat safe when I’d been there, dancing my socks off with Nathan watching me with adoration.
The football players pat each other on the backs as they file into the locker rooms, and I take the time to slip through the tunnel and down the corridor to grab a drink from the water fountain.
But husky muttering takes me off guard, and I peek around the corner to see Nathan talking with an older man who looks just like him but around thirty years older.
“There were a few close calls there, son.”
I narrow my eyes—Nathan’s father.
It’s the voice of the man I’d heard berating the team through the wall of the female locker room when I’d first joined the squad. He has some nerve.
“Has it ever occurred to you that I actually play better when you’re not here, watching me like an obsessive hawk?”
“No,” his father responds, “it’s not that. It’s not me. What’s distracting you, huh? What’s going on in that empty head of yours, Nathan?”
Empty? The insult infuriates me.
If he bothered to spend time with his son outside of football, he’d learn that he’s actually a very intellectual man.
“I scored two touchdowns. Get off my back.”
Kevin Slater leans against the wall, stare intimidating. “You could’ve scored three or four. If you want to be the greatest player in the NFL, then you’re going to have to—”
“I don’t want to be the greatest player in the NFL. You do.”
“Your mother—”
Nathan raises his hand to halt him. “Enough. Get back to your seat.”
Within a few seconds, Kevin Slater has chuckled, shaken his head in disbelief and walked away, leaving his son staring up at the ceiling with a frown.
Seeing him like this—my heart constricts.
“You can come out now, princess.”
My heart leaps from my chest, and I step round the corner. “How did you know I was there?”
A small smile graces Nathan’s lips as his eyes find mine. “You can’t hide from me, princess.”
A blush rises to my cheeks as I move closer. “Ignore him, Nathan. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Unfortunately, he does.” He sighs, fingers scraping through his tousled hair.
“Well, even so, he’s wrong to bring up your mom as some kind of pressure tactic.”
“Protective of me?”
I give him a dead stare. “Would you prefer it if I wasn’t?”
“That’s the last thing I want.”
I comfortingly place my hands on Nathan’s chest before pulling them away, realising we’re out in the open. Anyone could round the corner and see us.
“Are you afraid someone will see us?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, challenging me.
“Aren’t you?”
Nathan hums, dragging his bottom lip into his mouth as he studies me. His eyes dart to the side, and he leads me into the men’s locker room beside us, locking the door. “We have roughly ten minutes before we have to be back out there.”
The way he talks to me. So lustful. So tentative. Wetness pools between my legs.
“I can easily make you come in that time,” I say, dropping to my knees before him, and his eyes darken.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
I stifle my smile as I run my hand over the bulge in his shorts. “I’ve been told I have the mouth of a goddess.”
“I really don’t want to hear about you and other men, Mae.” Jealousy sparks in his irises, and I play with the waistband of his football pants, silently asking permission.
He lowers his chin in a nod, and I pull his cock free, all thoughts dissipating from my mind.
I expected Nathan to have a big dick, but fuck me…
I don’t know how I’m going to handle it.
But I can sure as hell try.
The crowd is whooping, and I have no doubt it’s because they love the cheerleaders' performance. No one will notice my absence, especially not my mother, who will be too busy studying their every move.
Nathan looks at me for several beats, his Adam’s apple working.
We’re like yin and yang. We live entirely different lives. But everyone in the stadium is utterly oblivious to the fact that I’m about to make one of their favourite football players moan my name in the locker room, and it fucking turns me on.
On a chuckle, Nathan asks, “You just gonna sit there and stare at it?”
I meet his eyes, sticking my tongue out and sliding it over his tip. There’s a bead of pre-cum dripping from him, and the sweetness explodes on my tongue.
“Oh, fuck.”
I’m already full and haven’t even taken half of him.
Nathan groans, leaning forward to rest his arms against the lockers, caging me in. He watches me, eyebrows drawn together. “You’re desperate for this cock, aren’t you, princess?”
I lower my head in a quick nod.
“Tell me, how many times have you imagined yourself doing this? How many times have you imagined what my cock would taste like?”
“Too many,” I tell him as I pull away, gripping the base, my eyes shining with anticipation. I lean closer to lap at him again, and he shivers.
He rests his forehead against the locker, the force shaking them. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about filling this smart mouth of yours.”
I moan as I slide my mouth down him, tongue swirling.
My eyes flicker up to gaze at Nathan, who’s powerless to me right now. I’m doing this to him. I’m making him feel good. I’ve always been a giver.
My throat opens just as he begins to thrust gently. My eyes fill with tears.
“Too much?” he asks, pulling out, but I shake my head and inhale deeply through my nose, relaxing my throat muscles.
It’s not too much. It’s not enough.
Nathan’s hand reaches down to cup one of my cheeks as he watches me with fascinated eyes. He looks at me like I’m a rare piece of art he can’t believe he’s seeing in the flesh—like some sleazy robber might come and snatch me away.
I take him again, the feel of him in my mouth causing an involuntary whimper to come from me.
“That’s it. Moan on my cock, Mae.”
When I glance up again, his eyes are half-lidded, and the pad of his thumb trails down the side of my cheek.
He groans as I take him deeper, tilting his head to the ceiling.
I can feel his body tensing under the palms of my hands, and I know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
“Five minutes, sweetheart,” he reminds me with a smirk, but he finishes it with a light tremor.
Sweetheart.
We’ll add that to the list of names he calls me, which I would have hated upon our first meeting but now love.
“Look at you, so desperate.” Nathan brushes the stray bits of my curled hair away from my face, gazing down at me with adoration. If I can’t make him finish before he has to go back out on that field, I’ll swallow my pom-poms whole in front of everyone.
He will finish. And it will be the best orgasm of his fucking life.
“Oh shit.” Nathan jolts. “Mae, fuck.”
I love the way he says my name. It does things to me.
“You want me to fuck your mouth? I can tell by the look in your eyes.”
That’s exactly what I want.
“Mmm-hmm,” I manage to say right before Nathan begins thrusting, hips advancing before he reels them back, plunging into my mouth again.
My hands trail over his ripped abdomen, wanting to touch every inch of his flesh.
“This mouth is driving me fucking crazy.”
My hands move on autopilot, and I yank my top open and reveal my breasts, palming them. I point to them.
“Yeah? You want to go out there with your chest still wet with my come?” he questions with gritted teeth, his thrusts strengthening, but he’s still gentle. He still looks down at me to make sure I’m okay.
I’ve never been better, though.
My instincts make me want to gag, but I push the impulse away, soft moans escaping from him as he tries to steady his short breathing.
His large, athletic thighs flex, and he shakes his head at me in disbelief, eyes cloudy.
“I love fucking this mouth of yours. Fucking love it.”
If I didn’t have a mouthful of cock right now, I’d be smiling from ear to ear.
I can tell Nathan’s close by his shuddering muscles, and his hands fist my hair and tug gently.
“You take my cock so well,” he grunts, tone low. “Fuck, you’re unbelievable.”
His encouragement spurs me on, and I remain still as Nathan fucks my mouth, opening my eyes wide and gazing up at him.
I want him to see me—mouth stuffed with his cock. His.
“Holy shit,” his palm hits the locker above my head with enough force to shake it slightly as he leans forwards, but not enough to startle me, and he then brings it back to my face, soft and tentative. “Mae, I’m gonna—”
And after a few seconds, Nathan draws his hips back and pumps his dick a few times. With his free hand, he tilts my chin up, telling me what a good job I’ve done.
Strings of hot cum spray across my chest and drip onto my cheer uniform. His chest rises with each heavy breath he greedily takes.
We’re silent, and a dazzling smile takes over Nathan’s face before he crouches down and kisses me—hard and feverish. “Holy shit, Mae,” he says, chuckling. “Your mouth is fucking incredible. You’re fucking incredible.”
I use a wet paper towel to wipe my chest, the red and white uniform covered in a few spatters that darken the fabric. I don’t think anybody will notice. But even if they do, I doubt they’ll assume it’s anything other than sweat or water.
I inhale deeply through my nostrils, trying to calm my growing arousal.
“You need to get back out there.” I link my fingers together behind his neck. “You’ve got two minutes.” But then I frown. “Wait, you missed the whole tactics talk. Won’t Darrell—”
“Not with my dad here. He’ll assume I was being scolded.” Nathan smiles. “This was well worth missing the talk, though.”
“I’m glad I could help relax you,” I say on a chortle, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
I ensure my uniform is straight before ducking out of the spare men’s locker room, releasing an exhale of relief when nobody’s hanging around outside. A tiny part of me was worried we’d have an audience.
“Mae?”
I whirl around as I shut the door, my eyes meeting Sophia’s confused ones as she hurries around the corner. “I came looking for you. We’re back on.” She’s standing with her arms crossed, and her gaze darts to the locker room door. “Why were you in the men’s locker room?”
I’m not a good liar, but now’s the time I need to deliver an Oscar-worthy performance.
“ Men’s ?” My eyes widen with false realisation as I look at the black stickman clear on the red steel door.
“Yes?” Sophia raises her thin eyebrows.
“Oh, shit. Thank fuck there wasn’t anyone else in there,” I laugh casually, stalking away from the door. “I didn’t even realise. I just needed a breather.”
I don’t want Sophia to see my face. My expression will give me away.
“Oh… right.” She bobs her head before following me down the corridor, taking one last look at the locker room door. She quickly replaces her mystified expression with a cheerful one and slings an arm around my shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go wow that crowd.”