by Celia Crown
I sigh, Adam had warned me to be careful now that everyone knows I’m dating a football star. His fans are crazy, especially women who are delusional enough to think they will get married with five children and a golden retriever.
“The other woman, homewrecker, hoe, slut, and every derogatory name,” I said, “I’ve seen it all on the news.”
“Adam doesn’t belong to you!” one of the sidekick screams, snarling at me with her teeth ready to rip my throat apart.
They are awfully comfortable with calling him by his first name when I don’t think he knows their existence.
“Okay,” I said, I know better than to put gas on an already lit fire.
“We’re his biggest fan, we’ve been there for him since the beginning,” the leader proudly sneers with sharp eyes.
She speaks so fast that her voice is going in one ear and leaving the other before my brain has the speed and time to process her words.
“A little bitch like you can’t be with him!” her shrilling shriek is annoying, “He can do much better!”
“Like you?” I quip, I’m getting bored with their intimidation.
She crosses her arms, making her breasts look gigantic. “I have twenty thousand followers on Instagram, I’m famous and he’s famous so we make the couple that everyone is jealous of.”
“Couple goals, bitch.” she jabs her nail to my chest and I wince at the pain. “A nobody like you wouldn’t know how to love him properly.”
“Okay,” I repeat, I’m not the slightest scared or offended by her statements.
This entertainment is better than watching a thriller movie. I listen to her list of reasons why she’s the best wife for Adam with her sidekicks nodding along, every reason gets more ridiculous by the time I lost count at how much berating she’s done to my character.
She knows only what the media assumed about me; for one, I am not a drug dealer, and I sure as hell am not an enchantress who seduced Adam with my love potions.
“Stay away from him!” the leader warns, I’m waiting for the ‘or else’.
It never came as she jabs her nail into my chest one last time, “I have eyes everywhere, I’ll make you regret it if I don’t hear about your ‘breakup’ at the eleven o’clock news!”
Man, that girl is crazy. Though, I can handle myself just fine. Some would say I’m weak for not standing up for myself, but there’s no use giving the media more gossip if that girl were to put on her social media that I had said something.
Twisting words and putting them out of context seems to be the trend these days, I wouldn’t want to drag Adam into another mess.
“Hey, hey!” Julie’s voice yells as she runs towards me with panic in her face.
I let her run into my arms, I topple back as both our feet stomp on the ground to stable our weights.
“Where were you?! Hurry! We have to go back!” her hurried words scare me.
I ask with concern, “What happened?”
“You left!” she begins to drag me to the reserved seating.
“I told you I need to use the bathroom.”
She doesn’t turn her head as we jog back, her nails dig into my wrist. “Not for like an hour!”
“So dramatic,” I sigh, “What happened while I was gone?”
“A shitstorm!” she screams and breathes when we come to see the field of green.
Everything looks normal to me; the game is still moving forward with people cheering and a wave of jumbled murmurs.
I scan the field and notice Adam’s figure stalking across the grass, he stops when he sees me. I could see the obscure and alarmingly scary cloud over his head as he glares heatedly at me.
“Adam tackled someone down so roughly that I thought they fainted!”
I slowly blink, “Okay?”
Adam raises his hand from the field and points at me, then jerks his finger to the bench and indicates what he wants through a firm thrust of his finger down.
“Because he couldn’t find you!” Julie shakes my shoulders and pushes me to the bench, she shoves me down and my butt collides with the hard surface painfully.
I defend, “He should be focusing on the game!”
“When your man scores a point, he wants to see the proudness in his woman’s face.”
I wave my hand at him and smiles awkwardly as all eyes are focused on us. I pray for them to return to the game; this unwanted attention is making me sweat in the back of my shirt.
“What’s with the caveman talk?” I question her new phrasing of words.
“Forget that, don’t go anywhere else!” Julie puts a finger up to shush me when I open my mouth.
“I don’t want to see that death glare he sent me when he couldn’t find you! I was scared for my life, I thought he was going to charge up at me!”
My lips turn into a grin, “I thought you want a hot man to sweep you off your feet.”
“Not have his head meet my gut!” Julie shudders in fear, “You should see him look at me when you’re not around.”
I humor her, “What does he look like?”
“Like he wants to wipe me off this planet earth because I’m the serpent to his Eve and I would get you to do all kinds of terrible things.”
I giggle at her exaggeration and the mimic of her version of Adam, “So he’s saying you’re a bad influence.”
“You put it too nicely.” she groans.
We turn back to the game and our blood climb quickly at the adrenaline-filled stadium. Everyone is cheering for their teams, hyping up the players with their praises and made-up rhythms.
I stay glued to my seat as I watch Adam’s takes the crowd through an uproar with his fearlessness and the power in his body, despite the long game and exhaustion, the resolve in his eyes persists like a majestic beast.
In three, two, one— the crowd goes wild.
Chapter Twelve
Adam
My heart stutters with my breathing, bodies come crashing into mine as I hear voices shouting in triumph and victorious screams from the crowd.
I rip the helmet off and my vision expands to more vibrant colors of the deep green on the ground, the fluffy clouds running with the clearest blue sky, and the vast coloring of the people on the bleachers.
Romero shakes my shoulder with another cry of victory as he lets go to run around the field like a child, he tosses himself into another teammate’s arms. I watch the two of them embrace each other with loud smacks on the back.
I turn towards the section where my Evie sat but I don’t see her or the girl that’s always next to her. A sense of déjà vu hits me like the time when I stopped moving in mid-game as I looked for her, all I felt was insane panic in my gut because I couldn’t see anything other than the empty seat next to Julie.
The girl had a brain to run to find my Evie before I can make it across the field with my heart slamming into my ribs for another reason other than the spike of adrenaline.
Then she came back with my Evie, she was able to decipher the look behind my eyes. Her little ass stayed on the bench for the rest of the game, which I wanted to finish as quickly as possible. I had put all my energy into the last minutes, nothing stood in my path had a chance to stop me as I had much more fuel in me with Evie’s eyes on my back.
Small arms circle around my waist, a familiar scent assaults my nose as my body relaxes into a state of happiness. I let Evie press her face to my back, her stature makes it hard for her wrap her arms around me easily and my body has too much muscle to be considered lean.
Evie moves in front of me and smiles up at me with a grin so wide that I’m blinded by her beauty. Big green eyes glimmering with amazement has my chest swelling in pride, that wild red hair clashes with the grass while everything about her glows in a way that renders me breathless.
She’s so beautiful.
“I think I’m in love,” she whispers, and I hear it over all the hollers of victory.
I repeat her words deliberately, “I am in love.”
/> Her eyes brighten and she laughs happily, “Let me correct myself, I’m in love with you.”
We stare into each other’s eyes, soaking in the eruption of cheers around us as it boosts up my heart. I lean down as she stands on her toes to meet me halfway, I seal my lips over hers in the softest touch. She’s not rushing and neither am I, savoring her sweet lips is a new motivation to impress her on the next game.
I want her to look at me with those bright eyes and excited smiles.
Her little fingers card through mine and drags me away from the green field, I ignore the wolf-whistles from my team as she pulls me to the exit. I let her guide me to the locker room, anticipation coursing through my pulsating veins.
It doesn’t take a genius to know what’s going to happen next, and I’m glad my teammates have the common sense to sit in their dirty jersey to let me have this time with Evie. From the look in her eyes, she’s going to go through with it even if the locker room is filled with brawny men.
My hands don’t have the time to lock the door when she hauls me in, she’s pulling me to the shower stalls. One push she puts my feet on the tile, the squeak of traction is loud as she demands me to strip off the jersey.
I waste no time throwing my clothes off, the top portion comes undone easily as I stand there with my bare chest being appreciated by her lusty eyes. My cock jerks at her finger going to the bottom of her shirt, the patch of tantalizing skin is soft and delicate.
Her shirt falls onto the ground carelessly, she steps off her shorts while toeing off her shoes. I’m mesmerized by the sensual rolls of her gorgeous body, her luscious hips give itches to my fingers to sink into that tender flesh.
“Well?” her tongue flicks over her lower lip as she stands with her bra supporting those perky tits and underwear hiding away what’s mine.
I chuck away my shoes as my hand flies to the pants dirtied with grass stains and brown mud. Everything comes off in quick sessions, I stand with my nakedness unbothered by me as her eyes zero in on my leaking cock.
She comes to me with a glide of her feet, her hands going to her back to unclip her bra and fling them onto the counter. Rosy nipples are pointed, and I couldn’t resist a grope when she’s close enough, her little moan pleases me.
I take the elastic of her panties and she helps me get rid of them, they’re a nuisance to that sweetness between her thighs. That garment meets her bra on the counter as we stumble into the shower stall with lips fitting together.
My hand holds her neck while the other find the handle that begins to pour hot water onto my back, I dial down the temperature to suit Evie’s tender skin as she coyly let her teeth drag along my neck.
“Evie,” I grunt, my shoulders are too wounded in tension to hold back. “Don’t tease.”
She hums, “Relax.”
With no warning or premise, her hand dives between us and grip my shaft in those wicked fingers. My hip buck with a moan tumbling out, I shake with my back hitting tile behind me.
“You deserve a reward for winning,” she purrs, red hair darkens as the water mattes the glossy of her natural shine.
She reaches over to let the bubble machine drop foams of soap into her hand, and I have no intention of questioning the fancy equipment in a fucking shower stall.
Her daft hands lather my body, starting from my shoulders to knead away the tenseness. Running her soapy hand over the wide plane of my chest, she feels every hard muscle on my stomach with slow and gentle caresses.
The water runs the suds down to my legs as she intentionally avoids the thickness of my cock. When I go to grab her hand to make her feel the things she does to me, but she slaps my hand away with hazy eyes.
“No touching,” she said.
“Evie.” my warning is unheeded.
Her bottom lip juts, doe-eyes innocently gazing up at me.
I reel back my control and let her set the pace, she can do whatever with me as long as she touches me. I don’t care what she has in mind, but my cock aches so bad that it hurts. It needs her soft fingers to relieve the cum that’s dripping out.
She drops to her knees, I groan at the erotic sight; big green eyes ogling at me with those pink lips open to take the crown of my girth in, and my cock looks obscenely big when her little fingers stroke and fondle my shaft.
That warm mouth sucks more of me in, I forget her rule as my hand whips to the back of her head to take a handful of her wet hair.
Evie is a brave little girl, taking this monstrous cock that’s bigger than her hands down her throat. She takes me halfway down her tight mouth, rubbing her tongue at the bottom of my cock to play with the throbbing vein.
She pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her red lips to the head of my cock. Small hands massaging in random patterns and twisting mindlessly as she blinks up at me with distress in her voice but that roguish look in her eyes tells me a different story.
“You know,” she brings the large shaft to the side of her mouth and turns to drag her tongue in one long and hard lick. “Something happened when I was gone.”
Dense cloak of haze renders my brain to unable to work properly.
“Y-yeah?” my throat rasps.
She hums with a mouthful of my cock, it twitches in the confines of hotness and the temptation to thrust forward is too great.
Bobbing her head, she sucks with tightness around her mouth to try and milk the cum out of me. It’s working much faster than my hands, I can feel my cock leaking cum from the slits.
Evie lets go of my cock and alternate between tugs and faint caresses, keeping me on the edge of insanity.
“Some girls cornered me, and they told me to stay away from you,” she pouts, scraping her teeth on the sensitive girth.
I gruffly answer back with black dots taking over my eyes, “And?”
“Well,” she squeezes her fist at the base of my cock, stopping the bubbling cum from coming out.
I hiss and growl lowly, she’s playing with fire here. Any minute now and the beast will pounce on her little ass and I wouldn’t be responsible for her painfully sore body.
“They give me till tomorrow to break up with you,” she recalls with a suckle to the head.
I ground my teeth, where my anger is going to is not important. “No way in hell.”
“Adam,” she whines my name and I tip my head down, “They said I’ll regret it if I don’t.”
The water allows her fingers to glide smoothly with her saliva, I chew on the inside of my mouth. My balls draw up tight as I’m about to cum, she stops those frisky fingers.
“You’ll protect me, won’t you?”
I impatiently push her head, but her defiance won't budge until I growl out, “Always.”
She giggles happily and swallows my entire cock with one smooth journey down her tight throat. Stars burst behind my eyes as I lurch forward, snapping my hip until her nose bump into my skin.
My cock thickens, stretching her small mouth wider to accommodate the flow of cum gushing down her throat, it constricts and rolls as she drinks up every drop.
I’m shaking with a heaving chest that shudders in sparking pleasure, the pattering rain on my back only serves as a minor detail of a sensation overload.
However, my Evie is not done.
One slight flick of a tongue and I’m spilling more down her greedy little mouth.
She hums, sending an infinite number of tingles down my balls. She rolls them in her hand, sucking my cock as it refuses to soften. Moving her head back, her green eyes curves so prettily in dazed glossiness.
My cock smears with my cum and her saliva, frighteningly big against her face as she opens her mouth. A pool of viscous creamy whites sits on her tongue, she takes my eyes captive before closing her mouth and swallows.
A strong twitch spurts the excess cum onto her face, running down her freckled cheek.
Evie opens her mouth for me to see the emptiness between a set of baby canines and she smiles dopily at me.
“You have
such a pretty mouth,” I compliment, and a small giggle jiggles her creamy tits.
I let my cock pulse in front of her face as she struggles to pay attention to me or the massive shaft. Keeping my hand in her hair, I touch her cheek with my other to graze my knuckles to her heated skin. She mewls like an eager kitten, eyeing my cock for more milk to fill that tiny mouth.
Such a brave girl to conquer something more than she’s capable of taking, just like her little silken pussy.
“You know what’s prettier?” I sneer down at her debauched face, “Your little cunt stretched and dripping with my cum as I breed you over and over again.”
Lusty moans of want and a whimper with her squirming on the hard floor set my blood running quicker.
“Yeah, please take me!”
She’s a beautiful mess.
Chapter Thirteen
Evelyn
Some people are respectful to privacies, they don’t pry into personal matters or eavesdrop into a conversation. It’s the polite thing to do and it’s common courtesy to not show any indication that they know something that is meant to be a secret, even when the secret is a not well kept one.
It’s a secret nonetheless.
Apparently, that concept escapes one man.
I expect nothing less from a man Julie has approved of.
Whale Rome, or something like that.
For the life of me, I can’t make his name stick in my head. I know it’s not a difficult name, but it just won’t stay. Like a fleeing firework, it’s gone the next moment.
No one on the team said anything the moment Adam and I walked out of the locker room, but they know exactly what had gone down in that desecrated space.
Like a row of titans, they all had blank faces as we move past them and decidedly that it’s best to wait for them at the bus.
Roberto, on the other hand, whistled and snickered obnoxiously as if he’s the only one that understood what happened.
After the shower, one would expect to be dry and clean, but I am anything but dry. My underwear is sullied by the copious of Adam’s cum as he’s adamant about wanting me to feel the wetness until we get home, then he would throw away my panties to stuff more inside.
