by Imani King
“Yeah, he ain't fixin’ to get fired yet!” yells Drake. He's defense. “Man wants to keep his job!”
I laugh, but inside, I know I just might get sacked if I don't win this ridiculous lawsuit. “You guys aren't so bad either,” I toss out gamely. “I’ll let you stay for another season.”
I gotta keep a good face on especially considering how badly I fucked up in that meeting this morning. It occurs to me that you should find out if a woman is practically in charge of your destiny before you fuck her, or fuck with her, not after. But I don’t know if I could have resisted her body in either case. And I can’t change anything now.
Her sweet round ass, and those doe eyes. There's not much that will get me hotter than a woman who looks like that, and if I’m honest, she might be the best-looking woman I’ve seen in a long time.
I get in the shower, turning inward toward the spray because my cock is getting a bit hard at the thought of her. Think of baseball, I tell myself. I turn the taps to cold to keep myself and my cock under control.
The water feels great against my steaming body, running down the back of my neck onto my back, my pecs, my thighs. This is one of my favorite parts of the game, just relishing the feeling after a good game—the feeling of pushing myself to the limit, working up a sweat, winning, and washing it all off. But today I can’t forget everything— there's still something nagging at me, and it's the thought of Odell.
Truth be told, it’s the way she held me and touched me, and how I felt toward her. It was hot, yeah, but it was also something else. Like there was real potential there. We were banging for fun and because we were attracted to each other, and I would do her again any day of the week—no problem—but there was also that feeling that it could grow into something real. If only I were someone and not just trailer trash. A high-priced stuck-up lawyer, and already a partner in a firm even at her clearly young age, and I'm just a guy from the wrong side of the tracks who got lucky and learned to throw a ball.
Feelings or no feelings, it would never work between us.
I suppose it's better just to wash my hands of the whole thing. Show up for the meetings, force myself to act professionally, and get the fuck out of there. I probably should stay away from her anyway. It’s the right thing to do.
I grab a couple towels and, still dripping, walk back to my locker. All around me the team is celebrating, going wild, dancing and cheering our victory. I'd get into it, considering I'm more than responsible for the win—but I can’t get into the idea of partying tonight. My emotions are too turbulent, and I can’t get away from them. I wipe my face hard with the rough towel.
Then I open my eyes, and who's standing in the doorway, jaw on the floor, but Odell. My lawyer.
And more importantly, my beautiful one-night stand.
“Did you get a good look, honey?” I ask, as I lazily wrap the towel around my waist to cover my naked length.
“I'm so sorry,” she chokes. “Uh, I don't know what to say!” She puts her fingers in front of her eyes, but immediately spreads them so that she can half see me. “Actually I was coming here—”
“To sneak a few peeks, yeah, I get it,” I say. I'm starting to enjoy her reaction. Gives me a little payback for the way she treated me today. A grin stretches across my face.
“No!” she says, and her eyes shut tight. “Not at all! In fact I was coming here to… to apologize!”
“Apologize,” I repeat. “For what?” This should be good. “For staring a little too hard? Because you might want to add that to the list.”
“Apologize for not treating you right today.” I look at her a little more closely, her glowing skin, her flashing dark eyes. Those full lips. Good thing my towel is wrapped tight, because all I can think about is grabbing her and putting her up against the locker and taking her in my arms, and I’m already practically naked.
“Hey, that's ok,” I say. “Don’t worry about it.”
“No, actually—it really wasn't ok.” She looks around at the team, whooping it up in the club house. “Is it all right if I come in? I don’t want to intrude.” She pointed averts her eyes away from my body, staring at the row of lockers.
“Sure,” I say. She stands beside me and her sweet scent fills my nose and I’m brought back to last night. It hits me hard and for a second I lose my cool and just breathe her in. Odell.
“Look, I was a total jerk today, I was completely and utterly unprofessional, and my colleague gave me a really hard time for how I treated you. And deservedly so. I’m really sorry—I guess I just thought you were tricking me somehow, after what we'd been through, just showing up like that as my client.” Her voice is soft, and her lip is quivering a bit. It’s all I can do not to trace it with my thumb and touching its trembling with my mouth. But the sincerity in her voice softens my heart, and I know she’s telling the truth.
“How do you think I felt?” I say, gruffly. “I thought the same thing, that you had targeted me and slept with me. I was wondering if maybe Sabrina was behind it all.”
Drake sticks his head in between us. “Who is this fine vision of a lady?” he asks. “You got visitors in the club house, Griff?”
“Mind your own,” I tell him, with a look in my eyes that he knows means business.
“Yes sir,” he says, jumping back in a comic way. “I'm sorry, we just don't see such perfectly lovely ladies as yourself every day in the locker room.” He does a quick bow and turns around on his heel. “I’ll leave you two alone!”
“That's fine,” Odell says, smiling at him perfunctorily and then she turns back to me. She sticks her hand out. “So, anyway, are we friends?” She tilts her head, and flashes those eyes again at me. I'm powerless to resist such a pretty smile.
I grab her hand to shake it, and the electricity between us burns both of us. She jumps back, but I don't let go.
“Griff,” she says.
“Odell,” I answer.
“What is this?” Her eyes are wide, and her voice shakes.
“You feel it too,” I say.
“I do,” she answers.
We hold hands for a moment and then reality hits me and I let go. What good is it to bother trying to impress her, to try to be with her, when it is doomed from the start? I can’t forget that this girl's important, and I'm just a low-class hooligan in what amounts to a temporary job. A gladiator for the masses. And besides, I have a lawsuit against me. And she’s my lawyer. Who do I motherfucking think I am?
She brushes a strand of hair out of her eyes, and blinks a few times. I turn toward my locker, trying not to let her see the darkness that has undoubtedly flashed across my face.
“Well in any case,” I say, my voice sounding oddly formal in my years, “it was nice of you to come in and apologize. I apologize as well—I should have behaved better. It’s all a misunderstanding. Water under the bridge. I ought to get changed now, Odell.”
“Griff,” she says. Her voice is halting.
“Yeah,” I can’t help but turn to her and again I’m snared by those dark eyes, with their mesmerizing flash. I want you, I think.
“I was invited to go out with your friends tonight,” she starts. “Are you going to go?”
“Oh yeah? I hadn't decided.”
“Ok,” she says. “Or... maybe we could just go back to your place.” She's whispering now, and I’m thinking of nothing but taking that body in my arms and having my way with it. As soon as possible.
“Meet me outside here in ten minutes,” comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. I have to have you.
“Okay,” she turns and I watch that perfect round ass walk out the door. What the fuck am I doing? Having sex with the one woman who can get me in or out of the worst situation I’ve ever been in? But there’s something about her I can't resist. A magnetic pull that she has on me. How am I supposed to fight that?
I grab my clothes and slip them on as quickly as I can, before the guys can rib me too much about her, or about going out with them to celebrat
“Who was that?” says the running back, sticking his face in mine. “She was fine!”
“That's my lawyer,” I tell him.
“Lawyer!” he looks at me. “I would adjourn to the bedroom! I'd be working pro-bono!”
“Shut up, man,” I look at him. “Give me a break.”
“Are you sleeping with her, my man?” he asks. “Because if you're not, I'd be glad to take her on. She can rest her case on me anytime! Maybe she could get me off too!”
“Look man, knock it off,” I say, slamming the door shut. He's not a small guy, but I stand over him, practically growling in his face. My fists are curling at my sides.
“Hey man, he’s just joking,” says Drake. “Take it down a notch, you two.” He waggles his finger in our faces.
Running back puts his hands up. “Just kidding, man, nice game tonight,” he adds.
“You coming out for drinks?” Drake asks.
“I have to talk to my lawyer, so not tonight,” I say.
“Gotta go through her briefs?” Running back asks slyly, then steps back, grinning. “I kid, I kid! Look best of luck to you, Griff,” he says, turning back to the party. “You killed that touchdown!” He stops for a second. “You sure you don’t want to invite her?”
Shaking my head, I take the opportunity to grab my bag and leave the locker room before I end up doing two things I'll regret tonight—sleeping with Odell, and punching out a member of my team.
8
Odell
He lets me into his apartment, putting his hand on the small of my back, and I can feel that same, illicit sizzle that happened earlier when he touched me in the locker room. It makes me crazy just to feel his fingers on my skin, a crackle of electricity straight to my core, followed by tingling as my body responds to his every move and touch. He's the single hottest man that I've ever come across. The intensity in his eyes, the tattoos that menace from under the edges of his shirt, the muscles that ripple when he moves, even when half-hidden by fabric. And the way he looks at me, like he's burning inside for me, smoldering with barely controlled lust soaks my panties. He turns to me.
“Odell, would you like something to drink? Wine, beer, anything?”
Before I can answer him, he pushes me up against the door of the apartment, my arms over my head, and his large rough hand snakes its way down my neck, over my breast, my sides, and then cups my ass. His lips are covering mine, his tongue sliding between my lips and spiraling with my own, as he presses against me. His knee pushes between my legs, his thigh pressing against my mound. I grind against it, immediately aflame, full of desire and need.
“Odell,” he breathes. “You are so incredibly sexy. You're making me crazy.”
“You,” I answer, softly, “You are,” before he catches my lips again in a playful kiss, grabbing my lower lip between his teeth and pulling gently. We kiss quickly, tenderly, then he plunges his tongue into my mouth as he grabs my breast and massages the stiffening nipple. I squeal with need as he circles and pinches. Then neither of us are even trying to form words anymore, just moaning, feeling every inch of each other's bodies as we writhe and fight to get closer to one another.
My hands slip under his shirt, and his body is warm, and hard but malleable, and his skin is soft. He smells amazing, a combination of woody musk and clean sweat. I pull him closer and my other hand slips up his neck and into his hair, my fingernails earning a groan from him as they scratch his scalp and tangle into his thick hair.
He pulls down my bottoms as I undo his belt, releasing the massive member from his pants, and the thick length bounces away from his boxer briefs. He clearly wants me and yearns to be inside me just as much as I want to envelop him.
My clothes drop to the floor, a forgotten puddle of fabric. My thong and bra are all that’s left. He pulls sharply against my thong, and it rips and falls off. His face is between my legs, licking the lips, delicately circling my clit, sucking and drawing in my soft, sensitive flesh while I entwine both my hands in his hair. Nobody's ever wanted me this badly before. Nobody's ever dived in like this. When he gently takes my clit inside his mouth and sucks it expertly, my mind is filled with white light. My knees buckle, and if it weren’t for his strong arm supporting my ass, I would fall down, or slide down the wall. But part of me feels like I would just fall off the face of the earth and just become one of the stars, as his expert tongue swirls over my slit and earns a deep moan from my throat.
The energy between my legs focuses and then in a chain of convulsions sends waves through my core. As I reach the peak of orgasm, he slides up my body, spreads my legs open and pushes himself inside me—stretching me and filling me over and over again. His hands wrap around my ass and pull my legs up and around his waist. I’m impaled on his body, supported only by his big hands.
As I gratefully ride his cock, in the back of my mind, I realize we should have gotten a condom, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. I need his body, his desire, and his forgiveness, right now.
My heart melts when he looks me in the eyes and his lips form a quick sweet smile, and the condom is forgotten. With me wrapped around him, he walks over to the couch and lays me down. He pushes a strand of hair out of my face, and kisses me before plunging into me again—drawing gasps and moans from me until I can feel it happening again. I'm coming, and it doesn’t feel like it’ll ever stop
“Gryphon, you're amazing,” I cry out as I come out of the first orgasm and into the next. He just smiles again, sweetly, wickedly, and expertly rolls his hip until I shudder again. I've never been with an athlete like this before; his body is under his complete control. Not only does it look like poetry in motion, but he can do anything he wants with it. He's capable, strong, and making me wetter and hotter than I've ever dreamed I could be.
No matter how hot he is, one small corner in the back of my mind is telling me not to forget he's my client at the law firm. I shouldn't be here, I think, as I'm taken over by another wave of delicious tension in my core. I shouldn't be here, but I am, and it's the best thing I've ever felt in my life.
“Odell, you have the most amazing pussy,” he growls into my ear. “It feels so good, I almost can't control myself!”
I'd answer but I can't. I'm almost unable to form words at this point. It's not like it matters. I know my pleasure is written all over my face, and undulating all over his huge cock.
“Odell, I’m going to come, you ok?” He gyrates inside me, and I stretch my feet toward the ceiling as he reaches down and gently rubs my clit.
“Never better,” I try to say, but only pure moans escape my lips.
“Mmm I thought so,” he says, biting my neck and shoulder. “Odell, I'm gonna come,” he whispers. “You're making me come so hard.”
I answer by wrapping my legs around him as he convulses inside of me sending jets of his hot seed rushing into me. Over and over. I realize that I'm no longer in control of any of this. Sure, I started this thinking that I could just celebrate with a really hot piece of ass. Now, I’ve got all of these thoughts going through my head. He’s my client and business and bliss is inextricably tied together, but he's also given me more pleasure than I've ever felt in my life. On top of it all though, he's a man who can have anyone he wants. He can’t want anything serious—he got into this the same way I did, by picking up someone in a bar. Why am I letting my heart get involved, and why am I jeopardizing my success?
With that I feel my eyes beginning to fill with hot tears. It’s the stress, it’s the situation, it’s the fact that I’m completely exhausted, but I’m starting to feel like I’m falling for this man.
He collapses on top of me, breathing deeply and steadily.
“Oh my Lord, Odell, that was amazing,” he says softly. “You are incredible.” He kisses my neck and cheek.
I can't answer him, I just quickly wipe my eyes so that he doesn't see they're wet. I draw my nails gently up and down his broad, muscular back, in rhythm with his breathing.
“Hey, I promised you a drink,” he smiles, rolling off me. “Before we got into all this.”
“That you did,” I grin.
“What would you like?”
“Just water for me,” I say. “I guess I should be going soon, after all.”
“You don't have to go so fast if you don't want to,” he smiles. If he wasn’t Gryphon James, I would say it were a shy look. “You don't have anything too pressing to do tomorrow, do you?”
“Only keeping your ass out of jail,” I grin.
“Ah, yeah.” He turns away and looks at the ceiling. “That. For a lovely, freeing moment, I almost forgot about that.”
“Sorry, Griff,” I say. “But you have to admit that it is pretty important.” I stroke his arm. “For both of us.”
“Yeah. Anyway,” he turns to me and says, “you still want that drink?”
“Sure, thanks.”
He gets up, and I watch that ripped and sculpted body of his stretch out to its full glory. He puts on his boxer briefs. It's like a strip show, but only in reverse.
“Getting a good look?” he says, but this time he's smiling ear to ear.
“You bet,” I smile. “Hey, I hope you'd be doing the same to me if I were the one going around practically naked.”
“I'd do the same to you even if you were in a snowsuit,” he grins, and saunters out of the room.
9
Gryphon
I pour two glasses of wine and two glasses of water; one of which I down immediately before I fill it again. Like my trainer always says, hydration is important. Leaning against the counter, I wonder just what in sweet hell it is that I think I'm doing. If there's anyone to stay away from ... it's my lawyer. But I've always been attracted to the wrong women. Getting involved with Sabrina was just another example of my clearly poor judgment.
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