One Last Chance: A Sports Romance

by J. A. Collard

  Domenic pulls my shirt off, and when his fingers unclasp my bra, all humor is gone because he just stands there with his eyes devouring me. Warm hands caress my breasts tenderly, causing me to sigh and tilt my head back as his large fingers fondle my nipples. His soft lips travel down my neck, then they kiss a wet, warm path to my breasts.

  One hand squeezes my breast while he sucks on the other, causing me to squirm beneath him. Dropping to his knees, I voice my disapproval when his mouth leaves my body. I can just make out his low, husky laugh, and then his hands are moving behind me to unzip my skirt. His tongue dips into my navel as he pulls my skirt over my hips and down my thighs, where it falls in a pool at my feet. Placing my hands on his shoulders to keep me from falling, I gasp as he runs his nose through my lace panties at the apex of my thighs.

  “You smell so good, Chloe. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t ever run from me again.”

  I moan when he rolls my panties down my legs and widens my thighs for his greedy mouth. His tongue licks through my folds, and I feel the warmth begin within.

  “You taste so good, Chloe. As I remember, but even better.”

  His words, along with his mouth, are turning me on to the point that I’m so close to coming. “Dom, please,” I beg. But what am I begging for? To stop. To give me more. I don’t know what, all I know is I want him, crave him, and now I know I want more of him.

  His tongue flicks out to circle my clit, and I squeeze my eyes shut at the most exquisite pleasure he’s giving me with his mouth. No man has ever made me feel this much pleasure but Domenic. They’ve tried, God, they’ve tried. But it’s as if Domenic knows my body like an instrument, and he’s playing every tune.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I cry out when he lets go with a pop. Feeling my knees buckle, I fall to the bed in a hot mess. It doesn’t stop Domenic from continuing, though. He moves forward and lifts my thighs over his shoulders, looking down at my bare pussy. If you told me that this was what I would be doing tonight, I would have said you’re crazy, but here I am, in the throes of passion with Domenic Reed.

  “You’re so beautiful, Chloe, do you know that? I will never have enough of you.”

  Panting, I look down at him, his eyes boring into mine as he dips his head and licks through my folds once again. I bite down on my bottom lip as he continues to suck and stroke me with his tongue and mouth. He hesitantly enters a finger, and that’s my undoing.

  “I’m coming,” I cry out loud, but he doesn’t ease up.

  Domenic nips at my clit with his teeth, and I’m completely gone. My knees squeeze his head, and he wraps his hands around my thighs, holding onto them as he licks all my juices. He crawls between my thighs and kisses along my body as he makes his way up to my lips. Instantly, I taste myself on his tongue and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him further into me. He gasps, and I feel his harness pulsating between my legs.

  I want him.

  I need him.

  He pulls back and looks down at me. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, and I don’t want it to end.”

  I smile up at him and run my fingers over his lips. “Me, too.”

  He pecks me on my forehead, saying, “Promise?”

  I hold his head in my hands and bring him in close. “I promise, Dom. I’ve never forgotten you. I thought about you every single day we were apart. I tried to get over you, but it was simply too damn hard. No matter what I did, the memory of you was there.”

  Domenic smiles and kisses me gently on my lips, rubbing his erection through my wet folds, and I find that longing I had before intensifies. I tilt my pelvis up, and as I do, he enters me in one swift thrust.

  He moans and kisses my shoulder. “Shit, Chloe… you’re so perfect.”

  I kiss his neck and slide my fingers through his hair as he begins to slide in and out of me. He forces my lips to his, and we kiss as if our life depends on it. Nipping, sucking, teeth clicking, we are hungry for each other. I feel the burn in the pit of my stomach ignite, and I place my hands on his chiseled butt forcing him to go faster.

  “Keep doing that, baby, and I’m going to come.” His admission has me meeting him stroke for stroke, and not being able to get close enough to him, I put pressure on his chest, forcing him to roll onto his back. I lift my pelvis and thrust him deep inside of me.

  Domenic grips my hips and squeezes as he lifts his hips off the bed and pumps inside of me. He bites down on his bottom lip, his pleasure written all over his face.

  Chloe Mason from Vixen Falls is giving Domenic Reed, head quarterback, pleasure.

  His hands leave my hips and squeeze my breasts. One hand then wraps around my waist as he places himself into a sitting position. We kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply and matching him with every thrust.

  Kissing me, he pulls my hair back, and his mouth then travels to my chin and onto my neck. “Promise me, Chlo,” he growls against my sensitive skin.

  I can’t think, or reply, I’m so full of him.

  His taste, his smell, his mouth, everything is just as I remember, except this time we’re older and know what we want, nothing else matters but him and me.

  No Sophia. No whispering at school. Just us.

  He pulls my hair again and steadies my hips. I try and continue to rock against him, but his hands keep me still. I’m panting, and our breathing is coming fast.

  “Why did you stop?” I ask breathlessly.

  He licks his lips, and I squeeze myself around him. He smirks and says, “Looks like you’ve learned a new trick.”

  “You can say that.”

  He nips at my breast then looks up at me again. “I don’t want to know how you learned it…” His face straightens, and I kiss him hard, letting him know that he’s the one I want.

  The kiss ends, and he pulls back.

  “What’s going on?”

  “You didn’t answer my question.”

  I frown. “What question was that?”

  “Promise me you’re not going to leave.”

  I sigh and attempt to get off him, but he keeps me still.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not getting out of it that easily.”

  “Do we have to talk about this now with you inside of me? I can feel you throbbing. You want to come as much as I do.”

  His hand loosens on my waist, and I take the opportunity to move, lifting my hips slightly, causing him to moan out my name.

  “You’re not playing fair,” he rasps, and I take it as a green light to move faster, and this time he doesn’t stop me.

  Domenic lets me take control.

  His eyes are half-mast as I ride him. I ride him hard and fast until I’m screaming out his name again and again while I feel his warm seed fill me. He tilts his head back, moaning as he finishes.

  I drop my head to his shoulder as I try to get my breathing back under control.

  This is quite simply the best sex I’ve ever had.

  DOMENIC

  Present

  I feel my release and tilt my head back as I fill her with my seed. The clenching of her core around my cock had me coming in no time. She’s so perfect.

  We sit there in silence, both of us trying to get our breathing back in order.

  My heart is thumping, and I can feel her heart beating just as fast as mine. I place my hand on the back of her head and kiss her.

  “Chloe?”

  She pulls back and looks at me. Smiling, I swear my whole body comes to life. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

  Chloe straightens and tilts her head to the side. “I am if you want me to be.”

  Smirking, I bring her in for a soft kiss. When it ends, I pull back. “Yes, I want you to be. Have you not been listening to anything I’ve been saying?”

  She giggles. “Are you sure this is what you want? After everything?”

  God, she’s beautiful. How could she even ask such a question?

  “Yes, Chloe, I do. I want you. That’s
all that matters.”

  She lifts herself off me and sits on the bed, hugging her knees.

  I lay on my side and look up at her, then run my fingers down her silky legs. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

  She looks down at me then lies on her side facing me. I run feather-like fingers down her arm and her waist.

  “It’s just… how can this work between us? My life is in New York, and yours is here. If you’re not in Vixen Falls, then you’re traveling to play ball. I don’t know if I can be part of that world.”

  What she’s saying is true, but I’d do anything to keep her with me.

  I can’t lose her again, so I cup her face. “We can make it work. I mean, you can work from here. Do you have to work in New York?”

  “Oh, no way! You don’t have the right to ask me to leave my job,” she snaps, and the minute she says the words, I wish I could take mine back. I didn’t think when I let those words slide out of my mouth.

  She stands and drags the sheet with her, covering her body.

  “Chloe, wait! I’m sorry.” I slide off the bed and sit on the edge, bringing her into me, so she’s standing between my thighs. “Look at me,” I ask, and even though she’s angry, she does. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said that. It came out all wrong.”

  Chloe sighs, then sits on my knee, and I wrap my arms around her.

  “I just don’t know what to do. Or how to do this. I don’t want to have a long-distance relationship. I want you with me. I can’t imagine not seeing you every day when possible.”

  Tears well in her eyes.

  “Don’t cry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  “You haven’t,” she says sniffling. “It’s just… well, I never thought I’d be here in your arms again. And now that I am, our jobs are going to keep us apart.”

  I tuck her head below mine, then rub her back. “I know we’ll work it out. But for now, I have you here with me, and that’s all that matters. Just so you know, I’m not losing you a second time, Chloe.”

  She looks up at me and rubs her fingers over my five o’clock shadow. “You’ve grown a beard,” she teases, and I laugh.

  “And you’ve grown these,” I reply, squeezing one of her breasts.

  She laughs, and I tickle her, so now she’s squirming in my arms. I lift and place her back on the bed and quickly tear the sheet away from her body. I kiss her deeply, loving how her body responds to me. Arching my body above hers, she wraps her legs around my back, and in one swift movement, I sink deep into her wetness while letting out a moan at the pleasure she brings.

  I can’t get enough of her.

  We fall asleep in each other’s arms, and when I wake, the bed is empty.

  Bad memories of the last time this happened hit me full force, and I panic that she’s gone once again. My eyes scan the room, and I let out a steadying breath when I find her clothes are still here, and the sound of the shower from the bathroom lets me know she really is still here with me.

  I stand naked and pad my way to the bathroom.

  Slowly opening the door, I glance over at the shower, where she’s lathering herself in body wash. My mouth goes dry at the vision of her wearing nothing but white foamy bubbles.

  Is it possible to be jealous of body wash? Wishing instead that it was me running my hands over her body.

  Today is the day we have the photo shoot. We are going to train beforehand to get our bodies buffed and ready for the photo session. The weights give our muscles the ripple effect and helps to get our bodies in perfect form. When I heard it was Chloe’s company that was coming out to take our pictures for Sleek Sports Magazine, I was confused with my feelings and how I reacted.

  At first, I was excited knowing that I would get to see her again, but then I got angry that I felt that way. I was supposed to be over her and starting my new life with Cassandra. Yet, the thought of Chloe coming back into my life gave me hope that maybe I could have what I had always wanted. But then it hit me in full force how she left and never returned my calls.

  When Coach came into our locker room telling us that we had been chosen for the next sports shoot and explained it was Chloe’s firm, I went crazy, hitting lockers and throwing shit around.

  I hadn’t reacted or felt like that since the day she left, and I was mad that she was coming back to play with my life like that. So, when Coach told me, or shall I say ordered me, to meet up with Chloe last night to discuss our differences, I was even angrier. It’s as if I was being forced to spend some time with her alone when I needed to avoid her.

  One look, one look was all it took to have my stomach in knots.

  When I saw her talking to Sam, jealousy overwhelmed me. I know I had no right to feeling like that, I mean the guy’s married, and I’m in a relationship. Yet, I was acting as if Chloe was my women. I know Sam saw it, that’s why he had that smirk on his face, but after she tried to leave again, I couldn’t handle it. Something switched inside of me, and all thoughts of anything else but her is what consumed me.

  I couldn’t let her go back to New York, not without her knowing how much I have missed her and how much I wanted another chance for us.

  I know it’s complicated, we have our separate lives, but my God, I need her with me. The way we were last night only proved how perfect we are and how we belong together. This time, I’m not taking no for an answer.

  I step into the bathroom naked. My cock hardens at the sight of her. I’m throbbing with the need to be inside her again. Opening the shower door, I catch her off guard, and she jumps when the door creaks.

  “Hey, baby,” I say, stepping in closer, allowing the warm shower to pour over my head and body.

  Chloe smiles, and her eyes lazily travel the length of my body and back again. She thinks I didn’t notice, but I did. I’m sporting a hard-on that’s touching my navel.

  “We can’t be late, Domenic,” she says, her eyelashes covered in droplets of water, making it seem like she has little diamonds on them.

  I step closer and wrap my hands around her. “Who said we’re going to be late?”

  She giggles, and I kiss her nose.

  “Because, baby, I can’t start the morning without having you.”

  I cup her face and go to kiss her, but she turns away from me. “Oh, no, you don’t, we don’t have time. I need to get things ready for the shoot. The makeup artist will be at the studio in an hour.”

  She finally turns to me and rinses her hair again.

  Looking down at her breasts, her pink nipples call to me to touch and kiss. I push her up against the tiled wall, and she gasps when I squeeze her nipples. With my nose touching hers, I place my forehead against hers. “Baby, I’m going to have you. I won’t be able to concentrate if I don’t. Now, be a good girl and stop pretending you don’t want this and wrap your sexy-as-hell legs around my waist.”

  She bites down on her bottom lip, and I smash my mouth to hers, unable to wait a minute longer. My hands travel from her breasts to her back, then I slide them over her cute ass. In one swift movement, I lift her by the back of her thighs, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me. I continue to kiss her as I widen my thighs to keep her upright. She moans, and when I leave her lips and kiss her neck, I then bite down on her shoulder. She’s panting, and I know she’s ready for me, so I place my hand between us and feel her slick with need. When I run my fingers through her folds, I pull back and look down at her beautiful face.

  “We might not have much time, but your body wants me. That I am sure of.”

  Chloe groans and kisses me hard, and I feel her rubbing herself against my hardened cock. Not being able to wait any longer, I thrust deep inside of her, and she cries out, her hands cradling my neck as I lay my head on her chest, kissing her skin. I pull out slowly, allowing only the head inside and then slam into her again. Her pleasure is music to my ears, encouraging me to continue. I want to give her what she needs, but I also want to prolong the pleasure. She feels too good to have it
end too soon.

  I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and nibble on it lightly as I pick up the pace a little and piston my hips into her.

  The shower is fogged up with our heavy breathing as she tilts her head, allowing the water to cascade between us. Her body is flush with desire, and I look down between us, enjoying the vision of us connecting.

  “You’re mine, Chole. Only mine. Do you understand?” I growl, feeling intoxicated on her. My hand travels between us, where I circle her clit.

  She moans when I put a little pressure there as I continue to thrust in and out, then circle my hips with each upward thrust.

  “I’m coming… I’m coming,” she cries out, and I swallow her words, not wanting to miss a thing.

  Knowing I’m also close, I thrust faster and faster, and when I feel her contracting around me with her orgasm, it’s my undoing. I come. I come so hard I can barely keep her upright, let alone myself. She leans down and bites on my shoulder, and it’s what I need to cry out my own orgasm.

  Our breathing comes heavily, and when I finally release her legs, I let them drop to the floor. I hang onto her, not ready for her to leave my arms just yet, and I hold her into me.

  We stand there for a while before she pulls back, smiling. “That was…”

  “Amazing,” she says, finishing my sentence while smiling wide.

  “That it was,” I agree, then give her a peck on the lips. I stand back and grab the shower gel.

  “We better hurry, we’re going to be late.”

  Chloe playfully slaps my shoulder, saying, “I can’t believe you.”

  CHLOE

  Present

  Oh, God, what am I doing? What was I thinking driving to the photo shoot with Domenic? After our amazing shower, followed by breakfast, Domenic helped me take all my photography equipment down to the foyer of the lodge. He contacted a cab for us, and we made our way to the stadium where the photographs have been requested to take place.

  “Have dinner with me tonight?” Domenic asks as he shuts the door to the cab and faces me. Noticing the way his hands run nervously through his hair, I smile, trying to ease his nerves.