by Luxe, Eva
He pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm. His tongue on my clit worked magic, and his fingers found my G-spot. I was balanced between his hand and his mouth, and in no time at all, I toppled over the edge. I orgasmed, bucking my hips, riding his fingers, and fucking his mouth as he pressed himself against me, letting me use him.
The orgasm was intense, washing through me in waves of pleasure and it felt like forever before I came down from it. When I finally stopped shuddering and my breathing wasn’t as erratic anymore, Jacob removed his finger from inside me.
He kissed my pubic bone like my pussy was a rare treasure before he moved up my body. He planted kisses in a fiery trail, moving over my abdomen, my ribs, my breast. He licked a line along my collarbone, and I shuddered before he planted a kiss on my lips.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, and he tasted like me.
I groaned.
He pushed into me with one long stroke, and I cried out as his cock split my body wide. I shuddered as he passed my G-spot and started rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of me. He was propped up on his elbows on either side of my head, his chest against my breasts and he started bucking his hips.
He moved in and out of me with slow strokes, and I breathed in rhythm with him. Slowly, he picked up the pace, pushing in harder and faster.
“I love to fuck your wet pussy,” he said, lightly spanking me while he fucked me. I loved the sensation of his hand on my flesh now, and I cried out for more.
“More, Jacob, please, give me more.”
Whap .
He hit me harder now, and I loved it.
Then, he was fucking me harder too, his cock ramming into me, rocking my body back and forth on the bed. My breasts jiggled against his chest, and my breathing was hard and erratic in his ear. His pounded in and out of my body, making me cry out with his strokes.
I got lost in the feel of him, the world falling away until it was just me and him and never-ending pleasure spreading from my core through my body like I was a cup of warm water, filling up, ready to spill over.
Jacob pulled out of me, and I whimpered in protest. He flipped me around so that I lay on my stomach. With one pull, Jacob got me to the edge of the bed, and I stood up on wobbly legs. He held his hand on my back so that I was bent over, my ass sticking out to him.
He pushed his fingers into my pussy again, and I gasped, already tender after he’d fucked me. He guided his cock into me and when he pushed into me again, I cried out.
Jacob started pumping into me from behind. He held me with his hands on my hips, fingers digging into my skin. He fucked me harder and harder, and I cried out. My breasts swung back and forth.
Jacob reached around my body, bending himself over me as he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. He held onto them, pulling me back so that he pushed deeper and deeper into me.
His balls slapped against me and the room filled with the sound of our sex, my moans and the thick sound of meat against meat. Jacob grunted, and I gasped and moaned. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I wondered if Kyle could hear us, but the thought disappeared as quickly as it had come. I was lost again in the sensation of Jacob fucking me.
Jacob moved his hands around to my back, rubbing one palm up and down my spine, his other hand reaching for my hair. He pushed his hand into my hair and closed his fist so that he held onto my hair. He pulled my head back, my back arching, my ass pushing out even more.
Being held like this was hot. It made me feel like he was taking charge. I loved when he fucked me like that, and now he did it while spanking me and fucking me.
“That’s my good little girl,” he grunted. “Let me do what I want with you.”
“Always,” I told him.
Jacob let go of my hair and moved his hand down my body. He reached around, pushing his hand between my legs and finding my clit.
I moaned when he did and shivered when he started rubbing me in circles. I was already sensitive after coming the first time. This time, the friction in my pussy was a lot more intense with his cock in me instead of his fingers. He played his fingers over my clit, and I shuddered as he kept ramming into me with his cock.
Another orgasm built hard and fast. I felt it at my core, growing, spreading warmth through my body.
The orgasm spread through my body, my muscles clenching, heat flushing through me. The orgasm was bigger and more intense than the first one. I was aware of the heat surging through my body and nothing else. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, and my arms gave out, collapsing my chest onto the bed. I was at an angle now, with Jacob still pounding into me, and it kept the orgasm going.
My orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he pushed himself as deep into me as he could. I cried out when he did, the shove intensifying my orgasm again, and he pulsated inside of me, emptying himself out. He throbbed and twitched and groaned as he came. We orgasmed together, and it was the most intimate thing I had ever felt.
When it was finally over, Jacob moved back and forth, slowly. I breathed hard as I tried to recover. The only thing holding me up was Jacob’s grip on my hips.
As if he knew I was at my end, he pulled out of me. He was already getting soft. I collapsed on the bed, and Jacob got on with me. He pulled me closer to him and sat up to reach for the covers. He was going to stay the night. I wanted him to.
He pulled me onto his chest and stroked my arm with his fingertips. I heard his heart beating in his chest, his breathing steady. This was the happiest I’ve been in a long time, maybe ever. I had fought going to this point with Jacob for so long, but now that I was here, it was fantastic. I couldn’t believe how silly I’d been trying to put this away. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, the scent of him still in my nose.
Chapter 33
Jacob
Lying in bed next to Kina was perfect. She reached for the lamp on her nightstand, and when she switched it off, her room plunged into darkness. We lay together in the dark, our bodies melded together. Her skin was hot against mine and her breathing steadied as she started drifting off.
She turned onto her side, her head on my extended arm. I turned onto my side, too and curled my body around hers like a question mark before I closed my eyes and let sleep drag me under.
When I woke up the next morning, Kina’s face was the first thing I saw. She lay facing me, and she was beautiful when she slept. She looked young and even more innocent than when she was awake. Her lashes made a pattern on her cheeks, her hair was spread out on the pillow, and she breathed evenly through her nose. She was pretty as a picture.
As I stared at her, her eyes opened, and she smiled at me.
“This is nice,” she said.
“What?”
“Waking up next to you.”
I smiled and leaned forward, kissing her.
“It is,” I said.
She cuddled up to me, and we lay in silence for a while.
“Kyle won’t mind this?” I asked.
Kina shook her head. “I don’t really care. This is my house, and I want to be with you.”
I chuckled. It was a very forceful response from someone who had been so unsure for so long.
“I know what to do,” she said after a while.
“About what?” I asked.
“Us. The public.”
She turned her head to me. “You’re going to have to get up and talk to a bunch of reporters in a press release. Are you okay doing that?”
I nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ve had to do that before. I know how to handle it, I think.”
“All right,” she said. “I’m going to write a speech for you and arrange for a few reporters to meet with us outside your training center.”
I agreed with her, and we got up. We showered together because I didn’t want to let her out of my sight. The shower took longer than it could have, with me not being able to keep my hands off her, but eventually, I made it out of her apartment and back home. She would send me the speech I was to make, and I had to get changed into a s
uit to address the masses.
I wasn’t nervous about the press release. For the first time, I trusted it would work out. Kina had only our best interest at heart, and now that she had accepted me and we were officially together, I could handle anything.
The press release took place in a hall at the Nova Southeastern University, in an auditorium. A bunch of reporters stood in a huddle in front of a podium with mics that I was to speak into.
I walked through them and cameras started flashing, taking photos of me. When I stood in front of them, I cleared my throat.
“Everyone knows I’ve been in the tabloids lately with a Miss Kina Peterson, a woman who acts as my PR Manager. I have an announcement to make. Kina and I are together.”
Cameras flashed and mics were shoved in my direction with questions flying all over the place. I held my hand up so I could continue.
“I’ll answer questions afterward,” I said. “Kina and I were in love before this went public. The time and place were inconvenient as we had hoped not to let anyone know what was happening until we were sure ourselves, but these things happen, and we like to see it as a sneak preview. We would like to extend our apologies to our friends and fans for any misleading images that have made the rounds.”
The questions started up again, and I decided to rather answer them than try to keep reporters quiet.
“How does Kina feel about you going public like this?” a woman asked.
“Kina and I are very happy to go public with the news of our official relationship,” I said.
“How does it affect your career?”
“As with anyone who is in love, I perform better when the people I love support me, and Kina is behind me all the way.”
“And her career?
“Kina will continue to represent me, and she has my best interests at heart, as ever. I don’t need to tell any of you that I think she’s the best PR manager a pro footballer can ask for.”
They chuckled at that, and I smiled at them.
“Do you love her?” someone asked and everyone fell quiet, waiting for my answer.
“I love her very much,” I said, sincerely. I was more than happy for this news to go viral. It would give the tabloids something good to talk about, and I was happy about that.
When the press release was finally over, I met Kina in the back room, waiting for me.
“It went great,” I said and kissed her.
“I heard,” she said, beaming. “Thank you for doing this.”
I pulled her against me.
“One last thing,” she said, looking up at me. “I love you, too.”
I grinned. I couldn’t be happier. It was the first time she’d said those words to me, and it made my heart sing. She was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman, kind and caring and supportive and independent enough that she was her own person even when we were together. We were just setting out and things could change, but I had the feeling she wasn’t one of those things. She would stay the same, and I loved the idea of that.
That night, Kina and I went out with Hanson and Lacey. We went to Zuma, the Japanese restaurant that had become a favorite. Kina looked amazing in a sexy variation of the little black dress and high heels that made her legs look fantastic. I had put on a suit.
Hanson and Lacey had dressed up, too. Lacey wore a red dress that made her look fierce with her short black hair, and Hanson wore a suit like mine.
We sat down at the table we’d booked at the restaurant.
The vibe was cheerful. I was madly in love with Kina and with the way she kept looking at me, she felt the same. Hanson and Lacey were both in a good mood.
“It’s quite a leap to do a press release like that,” Lacey said after we’d ordered wine for the table. “I know how much it takes.”
Hanson nodded. “Being in the public eye like that is always hard.”
“It is,” I said. “But this time, it’s about something good, not bad. I don’t think that’s ever happened to me, and that’s all thanks to Kina.”
I looked at her, taking her hand in mine.
“She knows what she’s doing,” Lacey said. She was a PR manager, too, so she understood what it had taken. It was good to have friends who had been in the same place, to have someone to relate to.
“But you must be prepared for a lot of public scrutiny,” Lacey said. “Even if you’re together now and the big drama is over. Your fans will always look out for something to go wrong. The world thrives on drama, and I’m sad to say that it’s too easy to give them something to gossip about.”
“What do you mean?” Kina asked.
Hanson sighed. “Your public face should be something that you keep away from your private life and vice versa. Whatever happens behind closed doors, if you can smile and look happy and in love in front of the cameras, you should be okay.”
Kina glanced at me. I knew that we would fight. Kina and I seemed to do that a lot. But if we could keep it at home, like Hanson said, it made sense that it would work.
“That’s good advice,” Kina said.
Lacey nodded. “It’s good to know what to expect. At first, all the fame and no secrets got to me. You really must try to keep things under wraps. Try to go public with something as late as possible, give yourself time to emotionally adjust to something.”
I watched Kina as Lacey told her what to expect. I knew that it would be hard, but I was used to being in the public eye by now. Kina was only being introduced to this world.
“If it’s anything like what happened with our photos going viral, I think we can handle it,” she said. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back at her. She was optimistic, she was willing to make it work, and that was all that mattered. We could handle whatever came our way.
The night with our friends was amazing. I felt at home in Miami, playing for the Sharks. It had been a rocky road, but I had good friends now and a woman who meant a hell of a lot to me. Whatever came our way, I knew we could deal with it together. We had each other, our careers, and our friends to get us through it all.
When we finally left the restaurant, it was quite late. We drove back to my place. I was planning on asking Kina to move in with me, let her brother live in her apartment, but not yet. For now, I was just happy we were together.
Kina’s phone beeped.
“What is it?” I asked. The last few times her phone had gone off, it was with scandals. I didn’t want drama so soon into the game, even if we’d be able to deal with it together.
“The article about your press release,” Kina said. She scrolled through it and I watched her with one eye on the road. “It’s good.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
She nodded and smiled at me, putting her hand on my leg. “Very good.”
As we drove home, her phone lit up with articles, tweets, messages, and comments about us. Kina read them out to me as they came in. There were so many of them that, after a while, she only picked out the good ones and let most of them slide. The consensus seemed to be that the fans were happy for us.
They had been following my journey through hardship and pain, and they were happy that I was with someone now. They liked Kina. People commented on how hot I was, how beautiful she was, and how good we were together. Some people congratulated us on keeping our heads held high. Others said they looked forward to seeing Kina at the games, where we knew the cameras would flash on her from time to time.
By the time we got home, we had the whole world behind us.
“I can’t believe the positive response,” Kina said when we got into bed together. “It’s more than I could ever have expected.”
“I know,” I said. “It’s overwhelming. I’m so used to everyone hating me or commenting on my life choices that this is almost a foreign feeling.”
Kina leaned against me. “Well, you better get used to it. I’m sure things are turning around for us. This just shows how happy they are for us.”
“The climate can change very easily,” I said.
Kina nodded. “I know. But no matter what, we’ll still have each other.”
That was true, and that was all I was prepared to say on the topic. I started tugging at Kina’s clothes, eager to get her out of them. I had another topic in mind, and it involved her and me naked in bed together.
Epilogue
Kina
One year later
The first game of the season was always deafening with fans inviting the teams back. The Florida Sharks were playing at home against the Colorado Stallions. I sat in a VIP box with Kyle, ready to watch the game.
This game was very nostalgic to me. Last year, when they played the Stallions, everything had gone up in the air, and it was there that our journey to being together had started. It wasn’t the same now, of course. We weren’t in Denver, and Jacob and I had been together for a year. But it was still a prolific game to me.
“The atmosphere is insane,” Kyle said next to me. I nodded, glancing at him. He looked good, neatly dressed in jeans and a collared shirt. He’d gotten a haircut earlier, and he was clean-shaven.
About two months after Jacob and I had started dating officially, Jacob had asked me to move in with him. We had come to an agreement that Kyle would stay in my apartment, looking after the place at a very low price, provided he tried to pick himself up. I had expected him to get a minimum wage job somewhere and help a bit with rent.
Instead, he’d outdone himself. He’d gone back to college and studied a management degree part-time while he worked as a busboy. As soon as he qualified, he applied for the management position where he’d been working for the time he’d been studying, and they’d hired him because they’d seen his dedication. Kyle ran the restaurant now while the owner traveled, and he was in the process of leasing my apartment over from me.
I couldn’t be happier. He’d really picked himself up, and he didn’t turn to alcohol or drugs at all now. He had a purpose. He had created a life for himself in the wake of his destruction, and I didn’t worry about him anymore.
