Chapter 10 Brion #3
For it to be our first sexual encounter, I damn near thought I was tweaking.
It took me almost six months to let Corey ejaculate in my mouth.
My freakiness had nothing to do with Hymn being a football player.
I wasn’t after his money or any kind of clout.
He was just giving me what I needed. I felt desired.
Respected. He was handling my body with care, and it was taking me to new heights.
“You being grown, huh?” I got you. Hymn smacked my ass again before sliding a finger in my asshole.
The way I came instantly had my mouth hanging open from shock and pleasure.
It didn’t matter that I hadn’t had a lot of different partners.
I’d had a lot of sex, and what Hymn had just done, I’d never experienced.
I had to catch myself before drool dripped from my mouth.
Hymn waited until my pussy stopped pulsating, and he pulled out of me.
I turned around while he removed the condom.
The fact that I was doing this completely sober was mind boggling but still, I took him into my mouth and began sucking at a slow and steady pace.
My gaze lifted, and Hymn and I held eye contact while I topped him off.
Saliva pooled in my mouth, and once it was nice and wet, I popped him out of my mouth, and sucked his balls in.
Hymn released a deep moan, and I went back to his dick.
“Got damn,” he grunted as his tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged, and he came.
Saliva dripped off my chin as he released into my mouth with a guttural moan. When we were done, I went in Hymn’s bathroom and used his mouthwash to rinse my mouth out.
“Your ex still got the girls?” he asked as he turned on the shower.
“Yeah,” I frowned slightly. I didn’t even want to think about Corey’s ignorant ass.
“So you’re spending the night?”
I glanced over at Hymn in all his naked glory, and my pussy ached. “If you want me to.”
“Come get in this shower with me.”
The next morning, Hymn and I had sex again, then he cooked breakfast. I was perched on one of the stools at his kitchen island, watching him cook.
The more I was around Hymn the more I liked him, and I wasn’t certain that was a good thing.
After being in a relationship for seven years, I should be single for at least a year.
Maybe two. Maybe until the girls were teenagers.
I hadn’t even learned how to live alone with just me and the girls.
We were staying in the house with my parents, so I still wasn’t alone with them.
I wasn’t used to paying bills alone. Shit, I’d never been a single mother.
Glancing around the kitchen, I wondered what it would be like to be a WAG.
Hell no, I didn’t have the desire or the energy to run around trying to appear perfect twenty-four seven.
Knowing that everywhere my man went women practically threw themselves at him.
Having to be all extra sitting among the other WAGS, so I wouldn’t feel out of place. I didn’t think I was built for it.
“What you thinking about over there?” Hymn looked over his shoulder.
“A lot.” I told the truth but didn’t elaborate. “So,” I sipped the coffee he had made for me. “Do you think we should have any kind of boundaries or rules? I know we’re getting to know one another, but sex has entered the picture. I’m not sure if that calls for a formal discussion.”
Hymn turned around to face me. “What’s on your mind?”
“I mean, it sounds cliché, but I guess we’re friends with benefits, right? Neither one of us is looking for anything serious. I don’t have the time to date multiple people, but if you are, you don’t have to give me details, but you don’t have to lie. You’re single, and I’m not going to trip.”
Hymn tossed a half smile my way that I couldn’t quite read.
“What?”
“You won’t trip, huh?”
I was sure he’d heard that before, but I meant it. I didn’t have the space to care about what the next man did with his dick when I was still recovering from what Corey did with his.
“I won’t because I can’t.”
Hymn leaned on the counter and stared into my face. “How about we continue going with the flow? I’m not currently dating anyone, and I’m not actively looking. If I just so happen to meet someone, I won’t lie about it. How about that?”
My heart skipped a beat. Why couldn’t he at least have a smidge of cockiness or arrogance?
The kind that made it impossible for me to take him serious.
I just wanted to have a little fun. Not fall in love.
Being in love for the past seven years hadn’t gotten me anything but fucked up.
He was so fine and rich. And the dick, oh my goodness the dick. Yes, this was a bad idea.
“I hear you.”
“Let me guess, because I play football you don’t think I’m capable of being with one woman?”
I poked my lips out and upward like I was smelling them before looking off to the side.
“Oh word?” Hymn laughed. “I want to be offended, but I can’t even say I blame you. What I will say is don’t lump us all into one category. Being in the NFL doesn’t automatically mean man whore. I know quite a few men in the league that don’t cheat.”
“I’m sure they’re few and far between, but I can’t judge you simply based off your profession. You’re right.”
“Thank you,” he winked making me giggle.
Hymn placed a plate of food in front of me, and I had to admit that it looked delicious. “Let me find out you cook almost as good as the chef.”
“I’m confident, but not that confident,” Hymn laughed.
As I waited for him to sit down before I started eating, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him as he walked around the kitchen.
“Orange juice, water, apple juice?” he asked grabbing two glasses from the cabinet.
“Orange juice is good. Thank you.”
Once Hymn was seated, we said grace, and I was free to dig in.
It wasn’t until he started cooking that I realized how long it had been since I’d eaten.
The plan was to get off work and go eat, but I clearly got sidetracked.
Staring at the plate of scrambled eggs, fried smoke sausage, grits, and a biscuit, I decided to scoop up a forkful of eggs, take a bite of sausage, then bite the biscuit.
“Um,” I moaned. I mean, sausage, eggs, and a biscuit were pretty basic foods. Being able to prepare them didn’t make a person a culinary chef, but it was good, and that was that.
“You like?” he chuckled.
“I like.”
I didn’t have to rush home to the girls, but Hymn had a home game that he needed to prepare for.
I wished him luck, he pecked my lips, and I walked out to my car with a smile on my face.
Take away the heartbreak, and my life was actually pretty good.
I was making money from two different streams of income, and since London tagged me in a post, I’d been getting a lot more inquiries to do makeup.
And now, I had a super fine, athlete giving me orgasms and making me blush.
Two things I hadn’t had or felt in a minute.
It was only Corey and his antics that could wipe the smile off my face.
Plus, the burden of not knowing how life would go once I left my parents’ house, and me and the girls were living alone.
I had been a mother for five years. It wasn’t easy, but I was good at it, so I wasn’t sure why the mere thought of being on my own with the girls made my chest tight.
When I was with Corey, he didn’t give me the most hands-on help, but he took care of the household and the girls financially.
Only time would tell how easily I’d be able to handle things on my own, but I was up for the challenge. I really didn’t have any other choice.