8. Rocky
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Rocky
Football practice in the summer is rough. Ever since I was old enough to throw a ball, it was my thing. I tried hockey, but it wasn’t for me, and thankfully my dad, Christopher Savage, two-time MVP was supportive of whatever sport I wanted to play. He always wanted me to play hockey, and even though I don’t, he still supports me in my sport. He comes to every one of my games when he is in town.
My dad was born and raised here, and his father played hockey for the Minnesota Wild as well. I really wanted to love hockey and make them both proud by following in their footsteps, but I love playing football.
Today, thankfully, we’re watching game day tapes from last season. Everyone has their assignments from the coaches, and we go and watch the tapes. Talon coming here is a game changer for us. He transferred from his last school—he didn’t really open up as to why, but I have a feeling it has something to do with Montana.
“Yo, Loyal, glad you transferred here, adding you on defense is a game changer. Also, is your cousin single? She's fine as fuck,” Kellen asks, I clench my jaw and want to beat the shit out of him for even bringing her up.
“Nah, she’s not,” Talon says, and looks at me and grins.
I nod my chin at him in thanks.
“Are you done gossiping, or can we get back to the tapes?”
“Yes, Cap,” Kellen says.
Afternoon practice is brutal. Coach McKenzie is a great coach who wants us to be great men first, and amazing football players second. He's all about family and is another person to show us life is not all about football. Him and his wife are high school sweethearts. We keep telling him that’s rare these days. He says, “That’s because all most guys see is a pretty face and that’s it. No one gets to know each other these days.”
With that, I realize I want to get to know Montana better. My obsession with her has taken root. This girl is my end game.
With football practice, I’ve been so busy. It’s been a few days since I have seen Montana. So, tonight I’m going to her place for a movie night, and we are going to cook together too. Making some authentic Puerto Rican dishes; arroz con pollo, maduros and empanadas.
I head to the store and grab everything we need. Before checking out, I text Montana to see if she needs anything before, I get there.
Me: Hey Killer, I’m at the store grabbing what we need for dinner, do you want anything?
Killer: Chocolate chip cookie dough please?
Killer: Oh and flamin hot Funyuns!
Me: You got it baby.
Killer: Thanks Savage.
As I knock on her door, the nerves start to settle in. I haven’t ever cooked with anyone other than my mom and Autumn.
Montana is definitely a homebody, and I’m not mad about it. The other girls I’ve dated always wanted to go out to parties or to have fancy dinners. They want to be seen with the star quarterback of our college. They never tried to get to know me beyond the surface of being on my arm and landing an NFL top draft pick. It’s nice to meet someone who wants to know more about me than just being with me for my name.
When she opens the door, my first thought is that she’s so damn beautiful. Her hair is down, with curls cascading down her back. She’s wearing an oversized SBU football shirt, which is probably Talon’s. I'll have to give her a few of mine so she can wear them instead. She's wearing these short running shorts and long scrunchie socks. God, her curves are magnificent, and I just want to roam my hands all over her body.
“Hey, pretty girl, I got the goods. Can I come in?” I hold up the bags and give her a crooked smile.
She has the same candle burning that she did when I first came over. It reminds me of our first kiss and I can’t help but smile. Gosh, I‘m such a simp.
“Of course! I’m sorry. Come in, and we’ll take this stuff to the kitchen.”
“Are you okay? You don’t look like yourself.”
“I’ll be fine. My period just started and the first day of cramps are always the worst for me.” She sighs and continues, “Next week is also hard for me since it's the one-year anniversary of my parents' death, so it's been weighing me down.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” I grab her and give her a hug.
“No, it's okay. Next week will probably be a different story though.” She smiles at me. “Thank you for grabbing cookie dough, it's my comfort food when I’m on my period.” She steps up on her tippy toes to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“What movie do you have in mind for tonight?”
“I’m thinking Scream VI . Have you seen any of them?”
“I’m not really a horror movie fan, but for you I’ll watch anything.”
“Oh my gosh! We will have to watch the first one and then four through six! They’re my favorite! Is that okay with you? Two was okay, but three was lame.”
“A horror movie marathon with you sounds absolutely amazing if I can see you light up like that more often. Should we cook dinner then watch the movies?”
“Sounds amazing, I’m so excited to cook this. I haven’t had it since my mom died.”
“Your mom is Puerto Rican too?”
“Yeah, she was. My dad was not—hence the last name Taylor.” I laugh.
“Oh, Montana Taylor. Has a nice ring to it” When I repeat her full name, her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t say anything else, so I let it go. For now.
As we are cooking together, she has music playing in the background. She’s singing and swaying her hips along to the beat. I can’t even tell you the song that’s playing because everything she does mesmerizes me. It’s like she’s a siren calling me to my death.
The arroz con pollo and empanadas smell amazing, I cannot wait to sit and eat with her. It was a lot of fun to cook together.
We sit down, and she moans when she takes that first bite. That moan goes straight to my head like a shot of tequila. I want to hear it again when I’m deep inside her.
As we’re chatting, astrology comes up and I learn that Montana is a Pisces. She lights up like the moon when I ask her to explain it to me because I honestly don't understand it at all. She loves to cook and bake, and she even promises she will bake something for me soon. I learn that she loves country music—Luke Combs and Morgan Wallen are always playing through her speakers. She also likes old school hip hop like Biggie, Snoop, Warren G and Tupac. She even told me she knows all the lyrics to Chris Brown’s Look at Me Now .
She loves Kelsea Ballerini, she says Penthouse , the healed version was the biggest fuck you to her ex. Along with all of that, she’s a huge Taylor Swift fan, even having been to a few concerts but missed out on getting the Era’s tour tickets.
When she told me she’s poly-jam-orious I laughed so hard at that one I had tears coming out of my eyes. I learned that she loves roller coasters and her favorite horror movie serial killers—Ghostface, Michael Myers, and Chucky are her favorite. She's so funny without even trying, and she always has a comeback without even thinking. I can’t stop laughing around her.
She hates chocolate but loves white chocolate. I know what you’re thinking, she asked for chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, but she took the chocolate chips out.
After dinner, we watch Scream 4 , , Scream (2022), and now we’re watching Scream VI . Montana is snuggled up against me, under a blanket. Suddenly, she moves to lay in the fetal position.
“You okay, Killer?”
“Not really, I have really bad cramps.”
“Do you have a bathtub?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Come with me.”
When I walk into her bathroom, I’m in awe. The windows are along the back wall, and you can see the city lights and the river walk—the sight is amazing. I lead her to the tub that is along the back window and damn, it's a nice big white claw foot tub with black legs.
I look around her bathroom and it’s beautiful. To the left, there is a huge shower with a rainfall head and has more of her vine plants inside. It even has a towel warming rack. She has a tall vanity with shelves for some bath salts, bath bombs and some of her perfume and makeup. It has a double sink and some floating shelves along the walls decorated with little knickknacks.
Her apartment is very nice for a student. I know it can't be cheap to live here because I’ve seen some pro athletes here.
I start the bath and put in some Epsom salt and find a eucalyptus bath bomb from her collection. My girl loves baths. Noted.
“Do you trust me?”
“I feel like I can. I'm trying to, anyway,” she whispers.
“Take your clothes off, baby.”
Montana looks at me shyly. She then starts to take her clothes off piece by piece until all she has left on is a black lacy bra, and some black boy shorts. God, she is so damn beautiful.
Montana is shifting uncomfortably, and I see that shy and worried expression on her face. She must think I don't like her body or some shit like that. What she doesn’t know is that I want to kiss and worship every single inch of it. My dick is getting hard just thinking about it.
“Baby, I don’t know who made you feel like you are anything but beautiful, but if I ever come across them, they will regret the day they made you feel that way.”
“Yeah, that’s a story for another time,” she says with a soft smile.
She takes off her bra that is clasped in the front, and I get a better look at the tattoos on her body. The butterfly tattoo between her breasts is beautiful. I just want to trace every inch of her perfect body with my tongue. When she twists to toss her bra into the hamper, I get a look at the Harry Potter tattoo that was covered by her swimsuit the last time I saw her.
She steps into the bathtub.
“Can I join you?”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more certain about anything.”
She nods her head.
“Words, baby, use that pretty voice of yours.”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
“Good girl.”
I take my clothes off and I step into the bath behind her. Grabbing her loofah and her vanilla and coconut scented body wash, I start to wash her body. I’m wanting to lick her body for how good she smells.
She leans back into me, and I wash down the valley of her breast and past her belly button, down to her center. She gasps when I wash her legs and drop the loofah. Then I run my hands back up her legs and I touch her pretty pussy between her beautiful thighs, and she moans.
“Rocky?”
“Yes, Killer?”
“Is this crazy what we are doing?” she asks as I run my hands up and down her amazing body.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I don't want her to overthink this. I want her to drop her walls and let us happen.
“Well, we just met for one and we promised to go slow but now we’re having a bath together.”
“There is nothing crazy about what we are doing. The minute I saw you I knew you would be mine, so no, this isn’t crazy to me.”
“Rocky?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Touch me. Make me feel better.”
“I’ll always make you feel good, baby.”
I slip my hands between her luscious thighs, and she opens them wider for me. I thrust one finger inside her pussy and started to move in and out, slowly at first. Her whimpers make me feral with desire to move faster.
“Oh my god, yes, yes.”
“Oh no, baby, you say my name when you’re moaning. I’m the only one who gets to make you feel good.”
“Rocky, oh yes, faster.”
I start to work her clit. My thumb moves over her bundle of nerves faster and faster, and I push in another finger.
I read once that orgasms work to alleviate cramps. Don’t ask me. It’s apparently a fact.
Her breathing begins to turn shallow. I grab her tit with my other hand and pinch her nipple. I move over to her other nipple and start to caress that one. She arches her back, and she turns her head peppering kisses on my neck then I bring my head down to capture her lips with mine. With a swipe of my tongue on her bottom lip, she gives me access. This kiss is turning heated as she moans into my mouth, and she turns her head to the side while she screams out her release with my name on her lips.
“Oh my god, Rocky, that was so good, it made the cramps bearable. Thank you,” she admits.
“Well, Killer, if you thought that was good, wait till it's my mouth, my dick, and my tongue.”
She blushes, “Thank you. I really appreciate you helping relieve my cramps. Dinner and a movie with a side of snuggles and an orgasm is probably the best night I’ve had in a long time.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Umm, because I’ve never done that before. No one has ever taken care of me when I’m on my period,” she says shyly.
“Well, baby, anytime you aren’t feeling good, I'll take care of you.”
“Thank you, again,” she whispers.
“Do you want to go to bed, pretty girl?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty tired, will you stay?” she asks while yawning.
“Of course,” I say as I gently kiss her forehead.
I make sure everything is locked up and all the lights are turned off. We get in her bed with a billion and two pillows, and she snuggles against my front, while I wrap my arm around her waist.
I kiss the top of her head, and once I hear her breathing even out, I close my eyes and sleep next to my girl.