Fiona Vs. Football Player

by Mona Cox

  “Fiona,” he says, his eyes locked on mine, and a sad smile on his lips. “I had to see you.”

  Before I can let him break up with me, I just take one step forward and wrap my arms around him. I press my face against his chest, closing my eyes as I feel the tears making their way to my eyes.

  “I should've listened to you,” I whisper, making one tremendous effort to choke down a violent sob. “I’m so sorry… I really am. I let the press come between us and now… I’m sorry, Danny.”

  He just holds me without saying a word, placing one hand on the back of my neck and holding me against his chest. I try not to cry, but it’s getting harder; just thinking that this might be the last time he holds me against him hurts too much.

  “I let myself be seduced by the fame… I know. I should've listened to you,” I say, almost desperate. Now that he’s here, I know the truth; I was a fool, yes, but I love him. And not because he’s rich or famous, but just because of the kind of man he is.

  I don’t want to lose him.

  “Fiona,” he whispers my name, and I grit my teeth as I imagine what his next words are going to be: it’s all over. I can already hear them echoing inside of my head. “It’ll be alright. I promise you.” He pulls back from me and I just blink my eyes, not sure if I heard right.

  “What… do you mean?”

  “Make sure you’re up tomorrow morning. And turn on your TV,” he tells me, leaning into me and kissing the corner of my mouth. I just stand there like an idiot, and he smiles and walks to his car. I watch him get in without a word and, as he drives away, his words make my heart flutter with hope.

  It’ll be alright. I promise.

  18

  Danny

  I stroll inside the Nailers’ conference room with my head held high, and the whole room falls silent as I walk up to the microphone. All eyes are on me right now, and every single person inside the room is expecting me to drop a bomb. They’re right, I’m about to do that, but it’s not the kind of bomb they’re expecting.

  I look around, completely in silence, and it doesn’t take long for the room to erupt with questions.

  “Is it all over between you and Fiona?”

  “Are you retiring?”

  I don’t know what kind of drugs these people are taking, but it must be the good stuff. Retiring—what the actual fuck?

  “Everyone, shut the fuck up,” I say into the mic, and they all fall silent at once, as if I’ve suddenly turned into Satan himself. Good, I want them to be afraid, because right now I’m fucking pissed.

  “As you all know, I’m in a relationship with a woman by the name of Fiona Barnett,” I start, and they all seem to lean forward in expectation as I drop her name. “I don’t know the reason why—nor do I care—but it seems that all of you decided to gang up on her. She’s the best person I know, and you’ve decided to ruin her life just because you might get a spike in audiences and a raise. Well, that stops this moment. As of now, Fiona is off limits.” I let the words hang heavily in the air, allowing them to sink in before I continue. “If you've got a problem, you can take it up with me. If you insist on going after Fiona, I can promise you this: you’re going to have a problem. A serious one.”

  They all stare at me with wide eyes, afraid to even make a question. So much for their bravery and smugness; now that they’re standing right in front of me, they don’t dare defy me.

  “One more thing, since you’ve all turned into football experts overnight and decided that my career was going downhill, I have one more promise to make: I’m going to win this year’s Super Bowl. That trophy is mine already; the game is only going to be a formality. Now, excuse me, I have to go and meet the woman I love.”

  With that, I just walk past the dumbfounded press and make my way out of the conference room. My shoes click across the floor, and the silence is so deep you could hear a pin drop. Yeah, I think these assholes learned their place, once and for all.

  I go straight to the parking lot, a smile on my face. Getting inside my Aston, I rev up the engine and pull out from my spot, the engine roaring as loudly as my heart seems to be thumping. I pull into New York’s traffic one minute later, making my way downtown.

  When I get to Fiona’s building, she’s already standing at the entrance, tears in her eyes. She runs up to me the moment she sees me, and as soon as I get out of the car, she falls into my arms.

  “You asshole,” she cries, “couldn’t you've told me what you were going to do? I barely slept last night.”

  “Oh, a little suspense never hurt anyone,” I grin, and then pull her into me and kiss her. “I love you, Fiona. I waited too long to say it, but I love you. And no way in hell am I allowing anything or anyone to step between us.”

  “I love you too,” she whispers, looking in my eyes. Her face is a perfect portrait of happiness, and she looks just as beautiful as when I first saw her. I close my eyes just for a second, seeing it happen in my mind’s eye all over again: that touchdown pass, her voice in the crowd, her beautiful face… She was just a stranger among thousands but, in that moment, I knew I couldn’t just let her walk away.

  And I didn’t.

  “I’m sorry… about everything,” she tells me, but I just place my index finger over her lips.

  “That’s over, babe. It’s in the past,” I say, and then pick her up from the floor. With a grin on my face, I kiss her again.

  “Now, where to, m’lady?” I tease her. Wherever she tells me to go, I’ll go. I don’t care if it’s my place, The Ritz, Paris, China, or the North fucking Pole. I’ll go to the ends of the world for her.

  “Just take me upstairs,” she whispers, lacing her arms around my neck.

  “Upstairs sounds perfect,” I say, walking across the sidewalk and carrying her inside the building just in time; at least a dozen news vans are pulling up in front of the building, cameramen jumping out of them as if they’re part of a SWAT squat.

  Without Fiona noticing, I look back over my shoulder, throwing a menacing glance at the guys mounting their cameras. They sure as hell are free to do their jobs, as annoying as they may be, but if they step out of line again… Well, let’s just say that I will stop at nothing. Nobody messes with my woman.

  I put her down the moment we’re inside the elevator, and the doors are still closing when she jumps on me, crushing her mouth against mine and taking her hands to my chest.

  “I could fuck you right here,” she tells me, tugging at my shirt in such a way that the fabric might just rip.

  “I could fuck you anywhere,” I shoot back, pushing her back against the mirror in the elevator. I pin her arms over her head, kissing her in abandonment.

  Even though I’m sure that I’m going to make my way toward the Super Bowl (and win the fucking thing), I doubt that it’s going to be better than this moment right now.

  I’m the happiest man in the whole fucking planet. And that… Well, that calls for a celebration. The naked kind.

  19

  Fiona

  My apartment seems like a different place.

  Before Danny’s surprise press conference, the walls seemed like they were closing in on me, and the colors were dimmed and lifeless. But now that I’ve stepped inside again with Danny by my side, it’s almost as if I’ve entered a completely different apartment. Sunlight streams through the drawn curtains, and everything seems bright and shiny. In a way, everything’s exactly the same, but at the same time, everything’s different now. It seems that happiness—and love—really have the power to change the way you see the world around you.

  “That was the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me,” I tell him the moment we’re behind closed doors, my eyes locked on his. He smiles at that, closing the distance between us and placing both of his hands on my hips.

  “I can do more sweet things, you know?” he says, and I’m pretty sure he isn’t talking about breakfast in bed, or flowers on Valentine’s Day.

  “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot,” I pur
r, my hands on his chest. I feel his heartbeat under the palm of my hand, the outline of his rugged muscles turning my brain into mush. I was terrified that I was going to lose him, and now here he is, back in my arms. This is my lucky day, that’s for sure.

  “I love you, Fiona,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine, and I feel my knees growing weak.

  “I love you too,” I whisper back at him, these words leaving a sweet taste in my mouth as they roll over my tongue. Smiling, he leans into me, and my eyelids droop as I feel his lips on mine. I open my mouth slowly, his tongue finding its way toward mine, and we kiss in complete abandonment.

  Right now, it’s almost as if we are in a world of our own; forget about the games, forget about the media. We’re here, together, and that’s the extent of our whole universe.

  “Come here,” he says, pulling back from my kiss and picking me up. Carrying me in his arms, he makes a beeline toward my bedroom and then lays me down on the bed. I lie back as he climbs on top of me, his mouth once again fitted against my own. I start unbuttoning his crisp white shirt as we kiss, my fingers working in a hurry. When the last button comes undone, I untuck the fabric out of his pants and then push the shirt down his arms, feeling the ropes of muscles in his arms on the way down.

  I throw the shirt off the bed and then my hands dart toward his crotch. I flatten the palm of one hand there, and a shiver of anticipation crawls up my spine as I feel the thick shape of his hard cock tenting his pants and threatening to rip the fabric on its way out.

  “I missed you,” I tell him, wrapping my fingers around the hard shape in his pants and squeezing it. “And I missed this.”

  “Well, I’m here now,” he responds, looking at me with a soft smile. “And I’m not going anywhere…” He goes to his knees, still between my legs, and grabs the hem of my button-up blouse; pulling on it, he forces the buttons to pop out and then he pushes it down my arms, his hungry eyes going straight to the curve of breasts.

  He leans into me, his mouth right between my tits, and I let out a soft moan as I arch my back, feeling his lips on my skin. My hands dart to his head and, running my fingers through his hair and disheveling it, I force him to keep his mouth pressed against my body. Sliding one hand between my back and the mattress, he finds the clasp on my bra and pulls it free. With one yank, he takes the bra off my body, the straps sliding fast down my arms, and throws it to the side.

  He looks at me in silence, his eyes taking in the sight of my naked chest, and I do the thinking for him. I grab both his hands and, slowly, place them over my naked tits. I close my eyes as I feel the palm of his hands pressing on my hard nipples, and another moan finds its way out of me when he squeezes my breasts.

  Easing up the pressure, he uses his thumb and index finger to pinch my right nipple, and then he does the same to the left one. I look into his eyes as he does it, biting down on my lower lip as I feel the (oh so sweet) pain travelling from my tits to brain.

  “I want to devour you,” he says, his voice heavy with anticipation.

  “Do it,” I breathe out.

  “I want to fuck you,” he continues, and I’m not sure if he's even listening to me. His eyes are wide and glazed, as if he’s hypnotized by my body. “I want to taste you. I want to make you mine, and then never let go.”

  “Do it… Do it,” I repeat, closing my eyes as he pinches my nipples harder than before. My words spread their wings and turn into a moan, and that’s when he finally lets go of my nipples. Sliding his hands down the side of my body, he takes them to the hem of my tight fitting skirt and pulls the side zipper down.

  Looking up at me, that wild hunger dancing in his eyes, he pulls my skirt down my legs. He lays on top of me again, kissing me, and I lace my legs on his lower back; holding onto him like that, I press my crotch against his, swaying my hips just so that I can feel his thick cock.

  “I want you, I want you so much,” I whisper into his ear, my hands going down from his shoulder blades to the hem of his pants. I move them around his waist and, finally finding his belt buckle, I open it up. Anxiety making my heart beat faster, I slide the belt out from its loops and let it fall from my fingers. I go back to his pants and undo the top button, my trembling fingers then taking care of his zipper; the moment I start pulling it down, his cock pushes back against my fingers from under his boxer briefs, making my heart beat even faster.

  Turning my wrist around, I grab his cock underhandedly, feeling it pulse against my curled fingers; I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him over his boxers, and I let out a gentle moan against his ear. He reacts by tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking, forcing me to throw my head back. He rolls to the side at the same time and, moving quickly, he takes his parted lips to my left nipple; he wraps them around my rosy tip, sucking it inside his mouth, and then presses down with his tongue. I let go of his cock as pleasure flutters inside of me, one hand of his going over my stomach in a downward line.

  “I need this so bad,” he whispers, his fingers going over my drenched thong and pressing on my pussy.

  “Then take it, take it now,” I tell him, the desperation to feel him, to be fucked by him, completely overpowering me.

  “Yes,” he says, and then he hooks his fingers on the string of fabric that laces my outer thigh and pulls. The sound of the thong ripping reaches me a fraction of a second after, the cool air of the room lapping at my naked pussy. Now completely naked, I moan as he takes two fingers to my clit, rubbing me there for a few seconds before hiking down to my drenched folds. He goes up and down over them, and then starts to part them with his index finger; my back is arched as anticipation makes my muscles tense up, but he just keeps on teasing me with no end in sight.

  Only when I start relaxing does he go for it; flicking his wrist fast, he slides his index finger all the way inside my pussy, curling it upward and only stopping when it’s pressed tight against my G-spot. I open my mouth in surprise, a sudden scream welling up to my lips, and he takes the chance to start rubbing my clit with his free hand.

  Pleasure fills me up to the brim, pooling in my muscles and biting at my nerve endings. It demands all of my brain’s attention, controlling every single cell inside my skull as it keeps on growing and growing, like a never-ending stairway to heaven. It grows so much that it bursts, an explosion of sheer ecstasy taking over me; arching my back again, I let out one wild scream and, when my vocal chords grow tired, I resort to hissing like a madwoman.

  Danny takes his fingers out of my pussy then, but never lifting them off my body. He traces an upward line over my stomach with his wet fingertips, my fluids glistening on my skin, and goes all the way to the valley between my breasts. From there, he climbs the straight line of my chin and only stops when his fingers are on my lips. I part them slowly, and he wastes no time, sliding his fingers inside my mouth; I suck on them, my brain burning as the sweet flavor of my pussy inundates it.

  “Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, his lips once again brushing over the curve of my breasts. This time he takes his mouth down my body and, positioning himself between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, using his tongue like a torture device.

  Grabbing at his hair, I try to force him down, but he fights back against my hold. He keeps on teasing me, brushing both lips and tongue on my inner thighs while I try to thrust with my hips. Countering me, he presses his forearm over my waist, pinning me down to the mattress, and just keeps on circling my wetness without going for it.

  “Please,” I pant, my voice quivering as I try to fight back against his hold, moving my hips from side to side.

  “I love to hear you beg,” he says, looking up at me with a devious grin on his face.

  “Then please, please... “ I beg him, looking into eyes with an expression of pure desperation. His eyes become narrower as his grin widens and, just like that, he’s on me; he wraps his lips around my clit and starts to suck, using his tongue to run soft circles around it. Hooking his thumbs under my knees, he force
s my legs up and then takes his open mouth to my pussy lips, pressing it against my wetness and jabbing at my insides with his tongue.

  This time he doesn’t stop me while I try to thrust, and so I just press my pussy against his face as hard as I can, rubbing my wetness against his mouth. “Yes, yes…” I keep on saying, the words coming out of me in a torrent. I want to moan and scream at the same time, I want to tell him how good he is, and how much I love him… But all I do is repeat that yes over and over again, like a delirious broken record.

  Sucking and licking, he presses one thumb over my clit and starts rubbing on it while he devours my pussy. Violent pleasure starts rising inside of me again like a ticking bomb, each tick one step closer to ecstasy.

  I want this every day. I need this every day. And I swear to God, I will never again be blindsided by everything else when my relationship with Danny is at stake. I need his lips, his naked body, and his cock, as much as I need the air to breath… And I will never risk that again.

  “Oh God,” I blurt out the moment a hurricane of pleasure takes over me. There’s a storm in my brain and, for a moment, I can’t even see or hear anything; my brain shuts down everything in order to process all the sweet pleasure reaching it. I’m grinding my teeth so hard I can feel the pressure building around the bones in my jaw.

  With my brain seemingly busy, my body goes out of control; still grabbing him by the hair, I start swaying my hips in a frenzy, crushing my pussy against his face in deep desperation as I come. By the time pleasure finally starts receding, there are already beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.

  “So good…” I whisper, more to myself than to him, as I collapse on top of the bed, sprawling both my legs and arms.

  “I can say the same,” he whispers back at me, going up to his knees. I force my eyes open and look at him, a delirious smile taking over my lips as I see his lips and chin glistening from my fluids.