Their First Fall_Trucker and Keeka's story

by Mj Fields

  When she licks up, she wraps her hand around the wet, exposed root and pumps slowly as she sucks hard, so damn hard I grip the back of her hair so I have something to hold on to.

  She looks up. “You taste so good.”

  “Ray …” I groan.

  “Trucker?” She strokes me.

  “I love the way your mouth feels wrapped around me.”

  “I’m so glad.”

  “Ray?”

  She looks away from my cock and into my eyes.

  “Suck my cock.”

  Her mouth descends on me, and I groan out, “Just like that.”

  Her grip tightens, and she strokes it fasts, sucking it deeper, harder.

  “So fucking good.”

  She lets go and places her palms on my thighs, using just her fucking mouth to fuck my dick.

  “Fuck yes. Fuuuuck yesssss.”

  She is using her tongue to stroke the underside as she ascends. Her cheeks then hollow as she goes down and gags after going a little too deeply. She opens her mouth and almost stops.

  “Fuck, Ray, please don’t stop.”

  She reaches up to wipe her chin.

  “Don’t do that either, baby. Feels so good wet. So fuuuuu—”

  My cock is as far in her mouth as it can go, and she’s doing that thing—moving her head back and forth—trying to take it farther. Then she swallows.

  I grip the back of her head and pull it back. “Gonna come.”

  She grabs the base and strokes me hard, fast, and then grabs my hand and links her fingers with mine, holding them across the bed as she goes fucking down.

  “Fuck yes … Jesus … God damn. Fucking perfect. Fuck, fuck, fuck …”

  As the boys high-five Boom, and it’s a go, I try to unlink our hands to pull her back, but she holds on tighter.

  “T2’s … T … 2’s …” I hiss.

  “Mmmm …” Her tonsils vibrate along my head, and I am fucking gone.

  I fill her damn mouth, and she swallows it down. I fill it again, and she swallows before opening her mouth and gasping for air.

  “Can’t stop coming. Can’t … fuck … yes … Ray, fuck yes!”

  I fill her again, and her lips close around me. She takes that, too.

  She stays on her knees, kissing my cock, licking it, and fuck if I’m not feeling it again.

  I reach down, grab her under the arms, and pull her up. “Better let that special sauce digest before you take anymore.”

  “How did I do?” She smiles, knowing damn well how she did.

  I wink. “Best handjob ever.”

  She laughs then kisses me. Open mouth kisses me. Open mouth kisses me after T2’s filled her mouth.

  That’s a no-go for me.

  Her tongue pushes into my mouth, and now … now it apparently doesn’t matter.

  When she stands up, she looks left and gasps.

  “Oh no. Oh no, no, no!”

  As she runs into the bathroom, I realize what the fucking oh no, no, no, no means.

  I jump up as she yells, “I hope the quarterback can catch.” At that, she starts throwing towels at me.

  “Hey.” I laugh as I throw towels down before the water spills onto the carpet. “Don’t let out the water, Ray. This body needs a soak.”

  “That big body gets in this tub and more water will spill.” She laughs as she wrings out the hem of her shirt.

  “Did you just call me fat?” I gasp as I stalk toward her.

  “I would never!” Her eyes widen, and then she laughs.

  As I get closer, her eyes cast down and she smiles. “That’s fat.”

  I grab her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals when I smack her ass.

  “That thing’s your new best friend.”

  I step into the tub, and she laughs as she grabs my ass and squeezes. “It spit at me!”

  “And you were McLovin’ that special sauce,” I say as I sit down as more water sloshes out.

  “I love your smile, Ray. So damn much.” I lean in and kiss her softly, over and over again, not giving a fuck about the T2s.

  “I thank you for putting it there.”

  I grab the sides of her face and look at her, just fucking look at her, and wonder if she’s even real.

  “What?” she asks, stroking her thumbs against the sides of my face.

  “Do me a favor?”

  She cocks her head to the side, and I scratch behind her ear. She rolls her eyes and bats my hand away.

  “Don’t ever fucking change.”

  “Only if you promise me the same.”

  I wink, but I can’t promise that, not when I like the changes happening in me now.

  “One more thing?”

  “Anything,” she whispers as she caresses her fingers up the back of my neck.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  She stares at me for a moment, and then I see unease wash away as she stands up and pulls off her shirt.

  When she starts to sit back down, I tell her, “You’re forgetting something.”

  And … unease returns.

  “Isn’t that next week’s gold star?”

  “You skipped a step. I think I have some making up to do.” I run my hand up her leg and am just about to hit the panties when she shakes her head, telling me no. “Where’s your confidence?”

  “Truth?”

  “Always.”

  “Don’t laugh.” She crosses her arms.

  “I promise I won’t.”

  “You’re all cleaned up down there.”

  “Manscaping.”

  “Well, I didn’t prepare.”

  I lean forward, and she pulls back.

  “Ray, I don’t give a damn if you—”

  “I do, Trucker.” She looks around. “I’m in a hotel, with a sexy superstar athlete, and would like to keep some dignity. So just let me—”

  I stand up and step out of the bath.

  “Are you mad at me?”

  I hold my hand out, and she takes it.

  “Thank you.”

  I walk us over to the bathroom countertop, and then I pick her up by the waist and set her on it. Next, I reach over and grab my shaving kit, unzipping it to set the razor and shaving cream next to it.

  “What are you doing?”

  I step in front of her, pop her button, and then start to unzip her shorts.

  “Trucker …” she sighs.

  “This is a win-win. I get to do something for you, and you get to let me.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her wet shorts and pull them down.

  “Well, thank God.” I smile, and she covers her face. “I wasn’t sure what to expect, and truth, Ray, it’s been years since I’ve seen pubs.” I run my thumb across her pubic bone, making her jump. “I kind of like them.”

  “I kind of don’t.”

  “I’m kind of glad you said that, because I am going to experience a first for me.” I lean forward and kiss her forehead. “Stay put.”

  When I walk back in the bathroom, the one with a floor that’s still covered in water, I drag a chair behind me and set it in front of her. Then I sit down and set one of her feet on my legs.

  “You look sexy as fuck, Ray.”

  “I feel completely exposed and incredibly vulnerable.”

  “I’m completely exposed and grateful—no, honored—that you trust me, Ray, as much as I trust you.” I look down at the patch of hair between her legs, “Just having one hell of a time deciding if I want to eat it or shave it.” I look up at her. “Your call. I’m down for either one.”

  “Trucker?”

  Still staring at the black curls, I ask, “Yeah?”

  “Will you please shave me?”

  “Yeah, Ray. But then, I’m gonna eat it.”

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Before and after

  Keeka

  Sitting on a cold countertop, with Trucker sitting on a chair, looking at my vagina in its very “natural” and covered state, may have bee
n more frightening had I not just had him in my mouth, or if I was blind and couldn’t see the way he looks at me, or I wasn’t cold.

  “My fingers haven’t even been inside of you and I’m staring at your pussy.” He looks up into my eyes. “You really are fucking sexy, you know.”

  “You really make me feel that way.”

  He leans in and kisses my inner thigh, and I jump a bit again.

  “Change of plans, Ray. I need you to be safe and unmarred by the end of this, and if you can’t stay still when I kiss you, how are you gonna handle it when I shave you?”

  I start to contemplate the question when he begins kissing my thigh again. This time, he doesn’t stop at one kiss but continues moving up.

  Pulses of pleasure explode wherever his lips touch my body, completely obliterating the worry, doubt, or fear of the unknown, all now replaced by desires. Desire for him to touch me, taste me, caress me wherever he wants to.

  He now cascades his nose across my pubic bone and inhales deeply, taking in my scent. He exhales a deep rumble and sits back, running his hands through the silky hair I love to touch. Then he grips his massive cock, one I tried so hard to fit fully into my mouth, one I want in my mouth again.

  “Gonna have to switch things up.” His words are a growl. “I’m gonna eat it first.” He looks up at me.

  “I won’t deny you.”

  “Good.” He squeezes his erection harder as he leans in, pumping himself hard and fast.

  My hands grip air, wanting so badly to touch him.

  “I can fucking smell how hot you are … and wet. I know your little slit is gonna fucking taste delicious, with and without the fur coat.” He kisses my thigh again then licks his lips. “Sit back, Ray, and enjoy the fucking ride.”

  I swallow hard and grip the end of the counter as he kisses my most intimate area. The sensation is overwhelming as he licks while caressing me with his thumb.

  “You smell so good.” He inhales deeply again before kisses me there, over and over.

  I feel him pushing his tongue inside of me and cry out when I then feel … something …

  “Oh God, you have to stop, Trucker. I can’t … Oh God!”

  He pulls his tongue out and looks up at me. “You taste so good. Sweet, like candy, Ray. Don’t make me stop, sweet stuff. I wanna bury my face between your legs and make you come all over it.”

  Scared and excited at the same time, I nod quickly.

  His words come out sweet. “Thank you.”

  And then … well, then he isn’t as gentle this time as he pushes my thighs farther apart and licks deeper inside of me. I feel my body clench around his tongue, and he groans as he pushes it in and out faster, harder.

  “Trucker, yes … No … Oh shit …”

  “Mmm …” he groans as he sucks on me now and nips at my throbbing lips. “Cunt that tastes like candy,” he whispers then pushes his face between my legs as he reaches around and grabs my ass, squeezing it so hard I know it’ll bruise. I don’t care.

  “Oh, yes! Oh, oh … Ah…” I cry out as he licks the most sensitive part of me.

  “Found the jewel. Now I’m gonna eat it.”

  “What?”

  He circles his tongue around and around the spot, and when he sucks on it, my thighs involuntarily crash against his head. My body tries to pull back and push forward all at the same time, as magic and miracles dance with the butterflies inside of me.

  “Mmm …” he growls again, and then hisses. And then … then the world as I know it falls apart into tiny little pieces of pleasure.

  “What was that?” I pant out as he continues to lap slowly between my legs.

  He looks up at me. “That was the fucking best cum I’ve ever smelled, tasted … Fuck, Ray … Fuck.” He licks again, eyes on mine, and all I can do is purr

  When I have caught my breath, I look down at him, seeing his eyes are still full of desire.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  He nods and runs one hand over the stubble on his chin that is coated with my …

  “Do you want a washcloth?”

  “Fuck no. I smell like the sun rained down on me.” He winks then stands up, releasing his cock and reaching over to grab the shaving cream. “Now, sit back, because I’m gonna get rid of the grass, and then go back in for seconds.”

  “Was it horrible? The hair—”

  “No, Ray, not at all. But from what I understand, being bare is gonna make you even more sensitive, and I’m hoping for a flood next. I wanna be dripping with your cum.” His jaw tightens a bit, and then he groans when the head of his cock brushes against my leg.

  When I push on his chest, he looks at me oddly. Then, when I reach down and grip him hard in my hand, he growls, “Ray …”

  I push him back. “Sit down. It’s my turn.”

  I slide off the counter and sink to my knees. He’s still standing.

  “I told you I was gonna shave you and—”

  “I think we’ve changed things up a bit tonight, and …” I lift his heavy cock then run my tongue over his smooth balls.

  “And …?” he hisses when I suck one into my mouth.

  I let it fall out. “And …” I lick up him, and then back down softly. “Your taste, I’m lovin’ it.”

  He sits down and nods. “I won’t deny you either. Not a damn thing, Ray.”

  He pulls my hair to the side and watches as I go down on him. Then he grips my hair at the scalp and raises his hips to meet my descent.

  “Fuck … yes,” he hisses, pushing in and pulling out while I suck and stroke him faster, harder until I feel the knowing twitch.

  “I’m gonna come so hard for you, Ray.” He grips both sides of my head as he thrusts in and out rapidly, hitting the back of my throat, making sounds of pleasure and pain.

  “Knees,” he says, standing, still holding my head. “I need this, baby. Boom, the boys, the—”

  His words make no sense, and he has a crazy look in his eyes, like he’s confused and pained.

  I nod with my mouth still full of his thick, hard, yet silky dick.

  He leans forward, causing me to sit back on my heels. He puts one of his sexy, big, bare feet on the chair and tilts my head back, beginning to fuck my mouth. I feel his balls hitting by chin and hear the sound of my mouth full of saliva, coating him as he pushes deeper into my mouth. I feel the burn between my legs and am shocked at how turned on I am by this.

  When his pace falters and he throws his head back, I feel him go off in my mouth as he cries out, “Love your fucking mouth, Ray. Fucking love it.” He pulls out, panting, his sexy, broad chest rising and falling as he pants, “Fuck … That was … Fuck, Ray.” He drops back in the chair and lets his head fall back.

  I crawl toward him as I swallow the rest of his T2’s and kiss up the strong, thick thighs of the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

  His head still flopped back, his eyes still closed, he holds out his hand and pants, “Jesus, Ray, you can’t be that hungry. Come here.”

  I let him pull me up and toward him.

  “Get up here.”

  I climb onto his lap, and he cradles me in his arms, holding my head against his chest that he kisses over and over again.

  “You are the sexiest woman I have ever met,” he pants out.

  “I was just thinking the same about you.” I wrap my arms around his waist. “Except not the woman part, because clearly …”

  He huffs out a laugh. “You’re something, Ray. Something incredible.”

  After we have showered and cleaned up the situation on the bathroom floor, he grabs me and sets me on the counter again. “You stay put. I’m shaving you.”

  I nod as he walks out of the room then back in, holding up a brown paper bag. “Might have gotten cold, but …” He shrugs and hands me the McDonalds’ bag.

  I smile and open it, finding a Big Mac.

  “You’re the best, you know?”

  “Gotta be the best whe
n you’re playing with the best.”

  I pull out the Big Mac and smile. “I know. You and Logan today … phenomenal.” I take a bit and moan. “So good.”

  “When I said playing with the best”—he pushes my legs apart and tugs at my hair—“I was talking about you.”

  I look at him and smile. When he reaches up to scratch behind my ear, I push his hand away and we both laugh.

  “Okay, spread ’em,” he orders, holding the can of shaving cream in his hand and filling the other.

  When I hesitate, he rolls his eyes.

  “I was just face-first in home plate, and now you get shy?”

  “It’s going to be awkward.”

  He pulls the chair behind him with his foot and sits. “Nah. Nothing between us is, remember?”

  “Okay, but we should talk.”

  He rubs the shaving cream over my body and nods. “So, you watched the game?” He looks up.

  I nod. “I did.”

  “The whole thing?”

  “Except when I knew they were going to sack—”

  I stop when the first swipe of the razor causes me to jump.

  “Gotta sit still. This is a straight razor, and I sure as hell don’t want to cut your sweet, little pussy.”

  I nod. “I’ll stay still.”

  He blows on the spot that is now hair free. “Girls pay to have their skin this tan, Ray.”

  “I’m sure they’d pay to have you doing this to them, too.”

  He shrugs. “Don’t care about any of them. I have perfect for the season.”

  My heart expands.

  He looks up. “I’m serious, Ray. I don’t give a shit about any of them. You’re what every guy wishes he had. I mean, fuck.” He swipes the razor across my skin again. “You’re perfect.”

  “I feel the same about you.”

  “Good. Now, talk more football to me. It’s so hot.”

  “What’s hot is the confidence you have on the field. It’s like you were born to be there.”

  “Wasn’t born to. Logan, he was. I have to bust my ass, eat right, work-out, and sleep to perform the way I did today on the field,” he replies as he continues shaving me.

  “But it’s so obvious that you were meant to play, Trucker.” I laugh. “Not just the game. You play the crowd.”