Only You

by Bishop, K. M.

  “Ah! Yes!” Maria moaned. “Give it to me hard!”

  I pounded her as hard as I could in slow, deep movements, holding each one a split second at the end before I pulled it back. I could feel her getting both wetter and tighter.

  “I’m going to come!” Maria yelled.

  I was surprised that she was going to release so quickly, but I was ready for it. “Yes! Do it! Give it all to me! I want to feel you coming over my hard cock!”

  On my final word she gasped loudly before letting out a loud yell as her whole body stiffened and I felt her tightness gripping me with a monstrous grip that was almost painful. I kept pushing into her with no intention of letting up from this. She was going to blast me any second…

  And then it happened. I felt the gush of her orgasm as she flooded my member and washed it clean with her epic release. It was almost so slippery now that I was having trouble staying inside, especially with the way her inner muscles were clamping down on me. I had to push harder to keep myself inside. I wanted to experience every single second of her epic climax.

  And that I did.

  As she finished, her body trembled against mine. She was exhausted and she laid her head down. I was still inside of her ready to release my own climax. I propped myself up on the bed on my hands in a modified pushup position and I pounded her as hard and as fast as I could. She was still moaning from the overstimulation of her own glands and I was about to bathe them with my delight.

  And that I did.

  “Shit!” I yelled loudly as I came hard inside her. She braced herself and her body began to react accordingly.

  As I belted every single bit of myself into her and finished my sweet release, something strange began to happen.

  Maria was gone. I was alone now in my room with a wetness all over my crotch.

  Pulling my now wet sheet back, I could see that I had actually had an orgasm in my sleep. Wow. A wet dream… I hadn’t had one of those in years, and I’d had none this vivid and intense.

  Maria wasn’t actually there. She had never been there. All of that had been a beautiful dream. Why? What had I done to deserve this type of torture?

  I felt a bit disgusted with myself. I wanted a woman so badly that it hurt me not to have her, and there was little I could do about it. She wasn’t going to change her mind. Or was she?

  All I could do was continue to offer the choice to her, to let her know I was still interested and that I thought it was a bad idea for us not to even try, and see what she did with that information. I knew it would make her uncomfortable, but only because she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I was not imagining that connection.

  We had something special. I wasn’t crazy in thinking that. I felt it. And I had to know exactly how Maria felt. I was going insane thinking that something so beautiful could be made to feel so wrong. Why wouldn’t she just come to me and talk about it rationally? Every time I’d tried to bring it up before, Maria would just dismiss it or talk around it.

  It was going to take time. That was all.

  I just hoped that it would not take too much time. I knew that I was falling in love with this woman already.

  Chapter Eight

  Maria

  I pressed save on the keyboard and watched as the computer saved my work. I leaned back in my office chair and stretched my back from one side to the other enjoying the good stretch and the release of the tension from the day I’d had working.

  It had been a good day. There were no injuries and no one really needed my help with anything as far as the team went. I was surprised to see that Jacob had come by the practice field, just to watch. He seemed a little down but altogether fairly good-natured. I wanted to talk to him badly, but I knew that it was for the best that I stay away from him for a while and let things between us simmer down.

  I’d been thinking a lot about my conversation with Tammy. She’d put several things into perspective, but I didn’t think that I could really just go forth the way she said and ignore all of my inner leanings. I had to relax and stay focused on my job and only that for a while. I had no interest or intentions of starting up anything romantic for the first several months of being here, and I saw no need to break that pact with myself now. It was the wrong thing to do, especially with Jacob. I had to be the strong one here. If he couldn’t control himself, I would have to do it for the both of us.

  At one point as the practice was ending and the boys came in off the field, I found myself staring in Jacob’s general direction. He was also looking at me. Our eyes locked and I felt those same butterflies welling up inside of me as I did the first time. It was a magical feeling, as if I was floating up out of my body.

  I wanted to run over to him and just fall into his arms, but I knew it was not going to happen. No. I would make sure of that. I would keep things in check the way they needed to be. That was how it had to stay.

  But he was so beautiful. That was the most amazing looking man I’d ever laid eyes on and I couldn’t help the way my heart melted when he so much as looked at me.

  I broke the eye contact and went back to my office. I waited for a bit until everyone had left and then I gathered my stuff and went home as well. I picked up some tacos for dinner through a drive thru and went back to my place to relax in the lonely, peace and quiet.

  I had to admit, I was a bit lonely. I had literally no one to talk to or spend any time with. So far, I hadn’t really met anyone that I wanted to spend time with other than Jacob. I figured if I got out a bit more and maybe joined some local groups or perhaps something on campus where I could get to know some of the faculty that might change, but so far, I just hadn’t been that motivated to do that.

  I finished my dinner and then sat down at the laptop to work on the new article I was writing. A few online publications had reached out to me recently to write some freelance articles for them in the sports science world. Researching and writing has always been a passion of mine, so I jumped at the chance.

  I was able to lose myself in the work for a few hours and by the time I decided to take a break and get a good stretch in, it was a bit after eight in the evening. The last tendrils of daylight had fallen across the late summer sky. It was almost fall, almost autumn. Soon, it would be cold and I would see dead leaves everywhere. I’d never been much of a cold weather fan. And though so many people loved the colors of the leaves, they’d never done much for me. I just kept thinking how soon the leaves would die and fall.

  I wished that I could move to a warm climate one day. Maybe Florida, or Texas. Arizona perhaps. I’d dreamt about it for a long time, but so far, I hadn’t been able to make that happen. When I decided to start applying for more jobs, I would probably do that.

  I was feeling a little tired, but it was far too early for bed. I hated getting to bed before eleven most nights. For some reason it made me feel like a small child going to bed early on a school night, mostly because the parents just want some quiet adult time.

  I was just about to get up from my desk and grab some workout clothes to go for a run, when I noticed the incoming email notification on the laptop. It was from the work email.

  I sat back down and opened it up. It was from Jacob. Wow… he’d emailed me. Interesting.

  Hey, I was just checking in since I didn’t get a chance to talk to you today at practice. I know it’s a shot in the dark, but I would love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night. How about it? We can be as discreet as you want and we can have a nice evening. What do you say? Life’s no fun if you don’t take any risks, right?

  I read his message twice. Each time I felt myself blush a little more. My flesh was hot and ready to go for him. I wanted desperately to reply that this would be amazing. I wanted to go out for a nice dinner with this sexy man, have a wonderful, romantic evening, and then top it off with toe curling sex that would make my world shake from within.

  But I knew it couldn’t be. That was just not appropriate. Of course, we could be discreet. No problem there, b
ut there was still a risk. A huge one.

  I’d been thinking about him all the time and every single time he reached out to me in any way, I could feel my resolve weakening. Why was I fighting it anymore? I knew eventually, I would be putty in his hands and he could do whatever he wanted. I would be helpless to resist. The man was everything I’d always wanted in a man. And there he was, ready for me, willing, and offering himself to me. All I had to do was say “yes”.

  I couldn’t. I had to figure out a way around this. I’d just arrived on the scene and I wasn’t sure how the locker room dynamics really went. I didn’t know who might be looking for any way to take Jacob down and this would give them the perfect fuel that they needed to do just that. I’d heard about these sorts of things. Watching as Jacob had been brought into the locker room when he’d been hurt was proof of that. Someone decided that he would try to put him out of commission for the entire season and possibly ruin his career because they wanted that spot. That was all. The politics of college athletics was just as dirty, if not dirtier than the politics of professional athletics.

  And with a camera in everyone’s pocket nowadays as well as all over the campus and even in parts of the fieldhouse, it was all too easy for actual proof to end up in front of the wrong eyes. I was terrified of this happening. It wasn’t worth the risk. No matter how badly I wanted to say yes to his invitation, I had to let Jacob down easily and remind him that this would not be right and we could not proceed with this.

  I sat down and wrote out a reply, carefully crafting it until I was satisfied with it.

  Jacob, I’ve told you how this is not appropriate. Nothing other than a professional relationship will happen between us. Due to this, I have to turn down your invitation to dinner. I hope you are feeling better and I look forward to seeing you out on the field again soon.

  I pressed send and the email shot out to Jacob. Then I deleted the original email he sent and the reply I had just sent out of my inbox and outbox. I couldn’t have the administrators finding anything like that, now could I?

  I had to admit that even talking about doing something together with Jacob was fun and naughty. It felt like we were doing something really undercover and that we might get caught doing it, even though I was refusing to let that happen. It was still a fun fantasy. I found it fun and exciting.

  It would have been even more exhilarating to actually do it. And it would have been fulfilling and pleasurable in so many different ways. The danger of it, the illicit allure, and the sexiness of the whole thing was enough to make me feel like I was in some erotic movie, a suspense thriller like the ones that I often watched on television late at night but never told anyone about.

  I didn’t expect Jacob to respond to that email, but even if he did, I wasn’t waiting around for it. I was too wired. I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin if I didn’t do something. I put on my jogging outfit and went out for a run.

  Running was something I’d neglected to do the past few weeks. I was too involved with getting things together for the move and starting up my life. It was so easy to neglect the little things sometimes. I had started running as a teenager when I was doing sports and it had become an all-consuming passion of mine. I hated how it had fallen by the wayside as of late. It was the single best way for me to relieve stress and strain in my life. And right now, I was feeling pretty damned stressed.

  I ran off campus kind of making up a trail as I ran along. The warm evening of summer was still there for me, but I could feel the slight chill in the air at first. After a mile or so, I was cooking up a good sweat and all of that passed.

  My mind kept returning to Jacob. He was thinking about me every bit as much as I was thinking about him. That was good and it was also bad. That was good because it was fun to know that he wanted me so badly and as much as I hated to admit it, I loved to see him squirm. It felt good to be wanted. That hadn’t happened to me lately and it was a nice change of pace to the dull routine of my life sometimes.

  But it was also bad because it would only spurn Jacob on to become more emboldened. I didn’t want that to happen. I knew I was weak when it came to him. Never had I met a man before that I didn’t really know that well, that I was afraid of how much I liked him. It wasn’t normal to become so fixated on a man so soon, was it? I was questioning a bit whether the isolation of moving to a new place where I didn’t know anybody was becoming a factor here.

  I wasn’t sure I fully trusted my own senses anymore. My rationale and reasoning skills had become rusty I felt.

  I was on my way back from the jog when it hit me. Or rather—he hit me.

  I was suddenly knocked off my feet and my body went flailing to the ground hard. Luckily, it was a grassy area, so I didn’t get hurt too badly other than a burning scrape on my arm.

  As I started to pick myself up, I saw the person who had collided with me. It was a man about thirty, with already thinning hair that he tried to hide with a strange comb over, and an average, but not unhandsome face. He had a decent physique, but I could tell he wasn’t happy with the slight belly that had started to creep up on him.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed as he tried to help me to my feet.

  “It’s ok,” I said.

  “I’m sorry. I guess I got turned around and I took a wrong turn. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

  “Nah, I’m fine. Luckily, I fell there instead of on the sidewalk,” I said.

  “Yeah, are you alright?”

  “I’m fine,” I replied. I was actually getting annoyed. I wanted to get back to my jog and get home to cold shower. It was always the perfect thing after a long run.

  “Are you headed back to campus?” He asked.

  I was taken a bit off guard by the question. Was this guy suddenly interested in me? Strange…but I decided to play along.

  “I live just off campus, actually,” I said. “Why do you ask?”

  “Your pants. They say University of Indiana on them.”

  I glanced down at my jogging pants. Yeah, they did. I had grabbed them quickly. They were a gift from my parents to congratulate me on the new job.

  “Oh, wow. I guess they do,” I replied.

  “I’m Nelson Riles,” he said extending his hand. “I teach English 101.”

  “Oh, ok. You are one of the first faculty members I’ve met.”

  “Well, I’m honored,” he said. “What are you majoring in?”

  “Oh, I’m not a student. I actually graduated from NYU this past spring. I’m the new team doctor.”

  “Oh, wow,” he said. “I heard they were bringing in someone new. How are you liking it so far? Everyone treating you well? Those guys can get a bit out of hand.”

  “I know,” I laughed. “I’m fine. But I do need to get back. It was very nice meeting you.”

  “Oh, you too.”

  I began to jog away. After about a hundred feet I decided to glance back. I had this uneasy feeling coming over me. Sure enough, Nelson was still standing there watching me with a strange look on his face.

  I was glad to get home. The guy gave me the creeps. Were there no normal men around who were not students? I was beginning to wonder.

  After a nice, long shower, worked some more on my article and checked the email again. Nothing from Jacob now. That was ok. In fact, that was fine. It was for the best.

  But I was disappointed. I was enjoying his efforts. It made me feel so special, so wanted. This flirtation was dangerous, and it had to end. It was dangerous for both of us. But that was also part of what made it so exciting. I just wanted to watch it play out and see where it went, but I wanted to do it from someplace safe. That wasn’t really an option. If we were caught even doing some harmless flirtation with each other it could be taken the wrong way and we might both end up with our asses in slings.

  I finished working on the article for the night, complete with some rewrites and edits to make sure everything flowed together as nicely as I could make it and then I sent it o
ff. I imagined there might be a few changes they may want me to make, but that was typical. It was pretty well researched and written, if I did say so myself, especially for the money that I was being paid for it. Of course, I didn’t do the articles strictly for an extra bit of money; I did them because I enjoyed it and it made me an authority in my field, a true professional, and as I climbed the totem pole of the ladder towards even bigger opportunities in my life, it would become important and impressive to leave behind a long list of publishing credits. I’d even been toying with putting together a book or a series of smaller books related to certain aspects of sports medicine. I planned to put together a website, start a YouTube channel, and really start beefing up my online presence. It was almost essential nowadays. And I had been lacking behind in all of these things. Hell, I barely even had a LinkedIn page.

  I had to get serious about taking my career farther and now was the time to start. I liked what I was doing, but how long would that last before I started to stagnate? Besides, I hated living in fear of being fired by someone because they didn’t like something I did or didn’t do that may or may not have been within my grasp of control. That was the way of the world, and it sucked. Technology had opened the doorways to take control of one’s career, and I needed to do just that. I had developed a lot of skills and talents over the years and it was time for me to share those with other people.

  And I wouldn’t have to worry so much about denying my true feelings for someone and shunning a potential relationship that could have been truly amazing, all for fear that it would anger my corporate masters. The whole idea made me seething with anger to think about. How dare someone tell consenting adults what they can and cannot do? It was an old and backwards way of thinking.