Playing Again: A Quick Snap Novella

by Anna Edwards

  He takes one of his arms and supports me by wrapping it around my waist. His free hand reaches up to my cheek, and his fingers stroke across my jawline to my lips. I press a kiss to the tips of them before he snakes them back down my neck and collar bone. He skims the curve of my right breast and then over my stomach now full of fish stew. He reaches the waistband of my jeans and pops the button there before lowering the zipper and delving beneath the rough fabric.

  My heartbeat quickens, and my breathing hitches as I feel him touching the cleft between my thighs. He effortlessly moves my panties aside and finds the flesh he seeks beneath.

  “So wet and ready for me.” Zeke kisses my cheek before starting to stroke my clit and along my slit.

  “Always.”

  “Do you remember the first time we did this?” He kisses my cheek again. I moan into it and shut my eyes. I know just the time he’s talking about.

  “Yes, under the bleachers after one of your games I watched. No one was around. You’d just won a big championship, and in spite of the fact I hadn’t understood anything that had been going on, I cheered you on and then led you out to celebrate. I was going to get you off, but you had other ideas. It turned out it was me who received the prize that night.”

  “It was.” Zeke continues to stroke the sensitive parts of my sex. He circles the entrance to my core before pushing a finger inside me. “I held you just like this, tight against me, as I tentatively bunched up the skirt you were wearing and stroked your pussy. I pushed one finger inside you, and you gasped out loud.”

  “It felt foreign having something inside me. I’d played with myself a little, but it was nothing like feeling you touch me. Your fingers are bigger. I felt fuller, especially when you put two inside me.”

  Another of Zeke’s fingers joins the first, so now there are two of his large digits inside me. I gasp as I’m reminded of him doing this to me when we were younger.

  “Do you feel full now?” Zeke groans into my ear as he circles his hips, and his erection presses against my back.

  “Yes, so full, I don’t know how I’m ever going to take all your dick.” I relax my head against his shoulder.

  “You will, soon. I let you get away from me once, but I’m not going to make the same mistake again. We’ve both grown up since then, and this is our time now.”

  “Even if I can’t get you fit in time for the Super Bowl?” I was nervous of Zeke’s reaction if he couldn’t prove his fitness in time. As his therapist, I’d be the one in the firing line.

  “You will. I can feel myself getting better every moment I’m here with you. I just needed a distraction from worrying about it all.”

  “I hope so,” I whimper as Zeke quickens the pace of his exploration of my pussy.

  “Enough worrying about my fitness. Tell me what happened after I put my fingers inside you all those years ago,” Zeke orders.

  “You stroked my clit in tiny circles, increasing the pressure and the speed, harder and faster. I started to feel lightheaded and used your body to support me” I feel the start of an orgasm spiraling from my core, and just like the younger version of me, I allow Zeke to take all of my weight in the small confined space of the toilet stall.

  “Your moans got louder and louder, and I was sure someone would pass any minute and find us.” Zeke speaks through passionate kisses to my neck.

  “We were both eighteen. It wouldn’t have mattered,” I reason.

  “Public fornication would have been an issue for us even if we were eighteen.”

  “Maybe you should stop now then, Mr. Sports Star,” I tease, but silently I’m begging for him to continue what he’s doing.

  I’m so close to what I already know is going to be the best orgasm I’ve had since the one under the bleachers.

  “Not until I hear you come.”

  Zeke presses hard on my clit, and I come apart in his arms, my entire body shaking and pulsating in waves of pleasure as I call out his name. I’m loud. I’m sure everyone in the restaurant can hear me, and we’ll be arrested the second we leave the bathroom. But I don’t care. I need this. I need Zeke.

  Eventually, when I come down from my orgasm, Zeke removes his hand from my panties and puts his fingers in his mouth. He sucks my orgasm from them, and I almost come again at the beautiful sight.

  “A better dessert than chocolate pudding, and you already know I find that amazing,” Zeke says, licking his lips.

  He presses his fingers against my mouth, and I clean the rest of my orgasm from them. It does taste good. I’m not sure it could beat chocolate pudding, but it’s much better than I thought it would be.

  “Nothing beats chocolate.” I stick my tongue out at Zeke as I turn around to face him. He helps me fasten my jeans, and I reach for his. “I remember what we did after you got your hand in my underwear. I made sure my hands found their way into yours.” I wink at him.

  “I’m not certain I really want to remember what happened after that. I think you managed like two strokes of my dick with your hand before I came rather prematurely. I was so excited.”

  I place my free hand over my mouth to try to suppress the chuckle on my lips. He did indeed come rather quickly. It was a bit of a shock to both of us, especially as I’d been studying online videos of what I needed to do to excite him, and the men in the videos seemed to take forever to come.

  The door to the bathroom creaks open before I can go any further.

  “Mr. Humphreys, your dessert is on the table, and the line for the ladies’ room is getting rather long now.”

  I freeze and wish the ground would swallow me up. I recognize the voice as that of our waitress. She must have known what we were doing all along. I pull away from Zeke and start to make sure I’m put together for what is going to be a long walk of shame back to the table.

  “Thank you. We’ll be out in a minute,” Zeke replies and smirks.

  “I don’t know why you’re finding this so funny. Everyone is going to look at us. She knew what we were doing. I’m so embarrassed. Do you think she’ll call the police on us?”

  Zeke shakes his head. “No, she won’t and don’t worry about her knowing. She’ll be happy. She likes you. I wasn’t completely honest with you earlier. The waitress is Ellie. She’s my cousin. She and her husband work really long hours but don’t have a lot of money. I’ve tried to offer her help, but she refuses to accept it, so I come here every Thursday and give her a tip. She’ll get a gigantic one tonight for keeping a watch out for us.”

  A part of me relaxes, but then I realize a member of his family knows he just got me off in the toilets on a first date. I feel my cheeks heat, bright red.

  “Just you wait until your next appointment, Mr. Humphreys,” I threaten as I open the stall door. Strolling past him, I head to the sink to wash my hands. “I’m going to be working you impossibly hard. You want to get back playing? Well, prepare for hard work.”

  Chapter 4

  Zeke

  “The latest ultrasound shows the tear is pretty much healed. I can barely see any evidence of it,” Arabella confirms while studying carefully the piece of paper she’s holding in front of her.

  It’s been a week since I brought her to orgasm in the restaurant, and our relationship has continued at a pace since that day. We’ve spent most lunchtimes together, and I’ve had another couple of PT sessions with her. We’ve also been out for dinner once more, but to a different restaurant at her insistence, and I’ve eaten at her place one night as well. As far as sex goes, we’ve stepped back a bit. I worry I went too far in the restaurant even though she hasn’t said anything. Instead, we’ve both just been focusing on my recovery.

  “What does that mean in terms of my exercise routine?” I question, taking a seat on the chair opposite her desk.

  I’ve put my shorts and top back on since she did the ultrasound. I got scolded for taking my t-shirt off when I didn’t need to.

  “Well, I would say you are definitely past stage three as far as your trea
tment and healing is concerned.” I watch while Arabella opens a folder containing my notes and starts to mark ticks on various lists. She purses her lips together as she concentrates. Eventually, she takes in a deep breath. “We started you on air cycling. How does the flexibility feel? Is it equal in both legs?”

  I get to my feet. Arabella’s brow furrows, and she strokes her hand over her face. I know she’s found this week tough, trying to establish her place here. A couple of the players aren’t happy to have a woman therapist. A few others are taking advantage of her, coming to see the ‘hot therapist’ for any little aches and pains.

  I’ve probably been her star client so far, and that’s saying something because I’m a stubborn ass, especially since the Super Bowl is now only a week away. I urgently need to get back to team training to stand any chance of playing, even if only for a short period in the game. I’ve pretty much given up all hope of starting at this point. The deadline’s too close.

  Suddenly, I feel an overwhelming urge to put a smile on Arabella’s face. I lie down on the floor, groaning like an old man as I move. She looks at me confused.

  “Are you okay?” she asks, leaning forward in her seat to make sure I’m all right.

  “I can’t decide whether one leg’s stronger than the other. I thought I’d check.”

  I start to air cycle, really slowly. I know for a fact both legs are equally strong now. I spent an hour doing this last night, and the leg with the tear was every bit as strong as the uninjured one. I continue the slow pace, though, groaning again as if I’m ancient.

  “Zeke, what’s wrong? Is something hurting?”

  Arabella immediately stands up and comes around the desk to check on me. Her brows are still furrowed. No smile yet, I need to try harder.

  “I’m fine,” I reply and get gingerly to my feet.

  I hobble over to where she has a running machine in the corner of the room and make a big deal out of clambering on. I set the pace to snail speed, and within a few minutes, I start to huff and puff with fake exhaustion.

  “See,” I pant, “absolutely,” I pant again, “fine.”

  Arabella stands watching me with her hands on her hips, and her right eyebrow raised.

  “I’m not sure you are fine. I think you’ve had a serious relapse. I don’t think you’ll be playing in the Super Bowl this year and possibly not even the next at this rate.”

  I stop the running machine, and stepping away from it, I inhale deeply, pretending to get my breath back.

  “It doesn’t matter. My body condition is more important than anything else. If I can’t play, then so be it. What other exercise would you like me to try?”

  “Leg curls,” Arabella instructs.

  I get down onto the floor, complaining about my back as I go, and lay flat on my stomach. I pull my heels into my bottom a few times before collapsing like a starfish on the floor. I turn my head to the side and give Arabella a thumbs up.

  Finally, it dawns on her I’m pretending, and this time, instead of a frown, she has the biggest smile on her face I’ve ever seen. The smile slowly turns into laughter as I roll onto my back and pretend to struggle to stand up.

  “I really don’t know what’s up with me. I feel like I’ve aged a hundred years since I entered your clinic today. Do you have this effect on men often, Dr. Smith?” I limp over to her and pull her into my arms.

  “Well, if you mean do men develop inexplicable aches and pains around me, then yes, and it’s been more of an occurrence in the last few days than previously. Only this morning, one of your colleagues told me he’d developed an unexplained groin strain, and I needed to check it out. It was incredible how quickly it healed, though, when I told him the best way for me to repair a groin strain was to stick a rod up his backside and leave it there for a few hours.” Arabella is still laughing, and I join in with her.

  “Please, you have to tell me who that was. I need to tease them about it for the rest of this season and probably most of next.”

  I press a kiss to her lips. It’s the first time I’ve been anything but professional in her office. I’m not even thinking about the consequences of what I’m doing. I just need to feel her.

  “I’m afraid patient/doctor confidentiality means I can’t.”

  “Damn.”

  “I bet it was Cliff Hanson. He’s the only member of the team cocky enough to try that one with you.”

  Arabella wiggles her eyebrows, and I know I’ve got it correct.

  “He’ll pay.” I kiss Arabella again, and she leans into me.

  “I’m sorry if I was being too serious earlier, Zeke. It’s been a long week. I’m starting to stamp my authority, but it’s left me a little tired. Thank you for making me laugh, but now, honestly, how did your legs feel doing the air cycles?”

  “Equal,”

  “And you are running again?”

  “Yes. I’ve been doing three four minute runs at twenty seconds pace, and I’m fine after. I’m pretty much back to my normal speed when I try the fifty-yard sprints. I’m just rusty more than anything else. It’s been three weeks since I was last on a field.”

  “No pain? No tightness at any point?”

  “No, just hardness in certain areas when I’m with you.”

  Arabella blushes.

  “I didn’t ask that. I didn’t know you needed your dick to be in perfect working order to play football.”

  “Actually, it’s better if he’s sound asleep during a game. Cups are pretty damn tight when you get a hard-on.”

  “I was asking about your leg.”

  “Sorry, Dr. Smith.” I give her puppy dog eyes. “Seriously, how do you think my leg’s looking?”

  “I want you to continue doing your exercises and increase the fifty-yard sprints to three times as many over the next twenty-four hours. I’ll massage out the muscle after. If it’s not tight, then I’ll arrange a fitness test and get you back training with the squad in time for the Super Bowl.”

  “You’re serious?”

  My heart starts beating quickly. I’ve felt fine for a long time now, but Arabella is the one who knows best when it comes to my injury. I have to trust her to be doing the right thing for me, and I do. It’s her job after all. Her focus here is on prolonging my career and preventing me from sustaining a worse injury when I go back on the field.

  “Yes, I am. You’ve done so well. I didn’t expect you to listen to me as much as you have. Many clients don’t, and I have to deal with the consequences along with them. You’ve followed my plan, and I can’t wait to see you back on the field, scoring the winning touchdown at the Super Bowl.”

  A big smile crosses my face, thinking about Arabella watching the game from the players’ box along with my teammates’ significant others. If I get chosen for the team, I’ll definitely make sure she’s there.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy,” I tell her as she leans forward and kisses me. “I like the fact I’ve put a smile on your face.”

  We fall silent for a moment. I can feel my dick, rock-hard, in my shorts, and I move so I’m pressing it against Arabella’s thigh, letting her know he’s happy as well. Her cheeks flush crimson, and I’m not sure, but when she glances down quickly, I get the feeling something naughty goes through her mind.

  I reach out and lift her chin, so she’s facing me directly.

  “What did you just think?”

  She nibbles on the edge of her lip. “Nothing.”

  “Arabella, tell me,” I demand in a deep and authoritative tone.

  “Okay, I thought you needed a reward.”

  “Reward?”

  She starts to lower herself down my body until she’s kneeling in front of me. She reaches for the waistband of my shorts and stops, looking up at me for permission.

  “Yes.” I give her my consent, realizing she means to make me come.

  “I want to reach third base with you.”

  “Hell, yes,” I reply quickly. I'd be an idiot to say no to the stun
ning woman on her knees in front of me, asking to suck my dick.

  “You’ve been so good and made me laugh.”

  “I’m a very good boy.”

  “Teacher’s pet.”

  My response is a hushed groan as Arabella pulls my cock out of my shorts and licks the entire length. Her tongue is smooth and warm, and she wraps it around my rigid shaft, alternating between kissing and tasting me.

  “You taste of man,” Arabella purrs. “Powerful and dominant.”

  I probably should have showered after exercising earlier, but Arabella’s happy, so I’m going with it.

  She kisses the head of my cock, and the sensitive flesh there tingles. I let my head fall back as I experience the pleasure she’s giving me. I feel her wrap her mouth around my dick, taking me in farther until she gags when I hit the back of her throat.

  “Fuck!”

  Lifting my head upright again, I watch her every movement. My eyes are glued to the vision of my cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her mouth. She’s like a goddess on her knees. I’m sure there are cherubs singing somewhere in the room. I’m a lucky man to have found her again. I could be in a very different position right now—I could be injured and alone, but instead, I’m fully fit and getting my dick sucked by the most amazing woman.

  Arabella’s long, chestnut hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and reaching out, I wrap my hand around the length and help her set the pace up and down my cock. It’s fast, and saliva pools in her mouth, allowing me to slide easily in and out. The orgasm starts to build within me, spiralling out from the base of my groin.

  “I’m going to come,” I warn her as I let go of her hair, so she can pull away if she wants—she doesn’t.

  She keeps my cock buried deep within her mouth, and in the next second, I start coming. Stream after stream of hot cum spurts down Arabella’s throat, and she swallows it all. When I’ve finished, I stumble back, releasing my dick from her mouth as I go. My legs give way, and I fall into a chair behind me. Any energy I possessed has just gone down Arabella’s throat.

  She gets to her feet and wipes her mouth.