Offensive Rebound

by Mj Fields

  “Trae...” she sighs.

  “Mom, I’ve got this. One season, and I’m home. The plan hasn’t changed.”

  “Does she know about Callie?”

  “She’s seen pictures, so yes. She knows I have a daughter.”

  “But does she know?”

  “Yes.” I sigh. “I need some sleep, Mom. Can Callie talk or not? I fucked up last night. I won’t do it again.”

  “She is unaware and happy. Call tonight.”

  “Okay. Thanks, Mom.”

  When I walk out, Courtney is sprawled out across the king-sized bed. The bed certainly looks fucking good right now, and she looks stunning.

  Her hair is still damp from her shower and has more curls than wave. The skirt has ridden up so that her bare leg is sticking out from under the blanket.

  I move her to the side when I get in, and she wakes up mid-move.

  “Sorry,” she says, her voice raspy with sleep.

  I lean in and close my eyes, placing a kiss to her head. “No need to be sorry...ever.” I hold up her finger with the tattoo. “You have me for a season, Court, and I have your time. Right now, I want to bury myself inside you, but if you’re gonna have an issue with that, I understand. At least let me kiss you.”

  She closes her eyes and lies back. “What are we doing?”

  I like that she’s seeking my advice, looking to me for answers. I like that she trusts me.

  “All good things, sweet thing, all good things.”

  I hover over her, putting my knee between her legs, as I kiss down the middle of her neck, moving lower and lower very slowly. Then I raise her shirt and kiss even lower.

  I look up, expecting her to tell me to stop, but she doesn’t seem to want that, not one bit. Therefore, I expose her tits and run my tongue over one hard pebble, and then suck, hollowing my cheeks as I knead the other.

  She’s so fucking soft, smooth, sexy, with curves in all the right places. She tastes so fucking good, too. Sweet, clean...addictive.

  She whimpers, and I suck harder, causing her to gasp.

  One hand full of tit, the other inching her skirt up, I suck and draw her nipple out as far as I can, and then release. She gasps as I take the other one in my mouth.

  She rocks her hips up, and I push my knee forward so she has something to rub against. However, she stops herself from doing it. She won’t take what she wants, but she will take what I give her. Exactly what I want...for now.

  I pull her nipple out, and she moans. Then I kiss down her waist as she squirms and writhes under the soft touch of my mouth. I pull her skirt up and lick her inner thigh, first the left, and then the right.

  “Trae,” she pants. “We shouldn’t.”

  Shouldn’t. The word is subjective.

  I lift myself to a kneeling position and watch as I hook my fingers in her panties before pulling them slightly down, exposing her pussy to me.

  “Let’s get two things straight,” I say as I rub a finger up her slit then lick my finger. “When I’m on the court, I own it. When we’re in the bedroom, I own you.”

  Before she can utter a word, I shove two fingers inside her.

  “Fuck, your pussy’s tight.”

  “Ooo...” she whimpers.

  I bend my fingers and twist them inside her, watching as her eyes flutter shut and she sucks in a breath before letting it out slowly.

  “Open your eyes, Courtney. Open your fucking eyes,” I command, moving my fingers faster inside of her. “God,” I moan. “Now watch me lick that sweet, little pussy of yours.”

  “I can’t...”

  “You will.” I pull my fingers out of her cunt then yank her panties completely off before settling between her legs. Then I grip her hips and run my tongue up and down her lips lightly, making her squirm beneath my touch.

  “Trae, you don’t have to. You don’t...”

  I lick her again, a little harder this time, but not hard enough to spread her.

  “Oh, this is...This is ba—”

  “It’s fucking good...So good.” I push a finger inside her then pull it out and reach up. “Open your mouth.”

  She looks like I’m asking her to kick a puppy.

  “One more time...Open that sexy, little mouth of yours and taste how fucking good you are.”

  She wraps her lips around my finger and sucks.

  “I’m gonna live on this pussy for the entire season, so don’t you tell me no ever again.” With that, I push my tongue in further and spread her.

  Her knees start to clench around my head, so I wrap my arms around them and pull them apart. I lick deep, then deeper, until my fucking nose is rubbing her clit. She nearly comes off the bed as she cries out my name.

  I lie facedown in her heat, licking, eating, still wanting more. Her hands are on my shoulders, pulling, pushing, as she cries out my name.

  Then I sit up and lean over her, kissing her hard. She whimpers as I suck on her tongue.

  “He never licked your pussy, did he?” I ask when I pull back, sighing when she cuts her eyes to the left. “You ever come on a man’s tongue before?”

  She doesn’t answer.

  “Good. Then this will be a first.”

  I begin kissing down her body again, and she starts to scoot away.

  I still her by gripping her hips a bit tighter. “It’s our honeymoon; don’t start this marriage off on a foul.”

  “We’re not even really...Oh, fuck,” she cries out when I pinch her nipples a little harder than she appears to be used to.

  I sit on my knees and roll her over.

  “Trae,” she pleads worriedly as I lift her ass in the air and shove two fingers in her again. “Fuck!”

  “Not yet,” I groan. “I’m gonna eat you almost raw, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you see stars.” I spread her with my thumb so I can see what she looks like on the inside. “You’re so wet. So fucking wet you’re dripping.” I lean in closer, pulling my fingers out and flicking my tongue across her lips. Then I blow on her heat.

  “Trae,” she whimpers as I lift her ass up higher.

  “Stay just like this and don’t you move.”

  I watch as I slowly slide a finger into her, and she yells out my name again.

  “Can’t wait to have my cock buried inside you.” I slip another finger into her.

  She arches her back, her ass now higher than before.

  “Just like that, Court. Fucking perfect.” I lean in and rub my nose across her, inhaling deeply. “You smell delicious.”

  “Don’t...Don’t talk,” she pleads.

  I lick again harder. “I fucking love how you taste. I love the way you smell.”

  “Shush!” she cries out.

  “Smell so sweet.” I bury my face in her pussy and lick hard as I grab her ass and spread her wider. “Fuck yes,” I growl, plunging my tongue harder and deeper inside her.

  “Ahh! Oh, God!”

  “Fucking call of the wild,” I groan as I shove a finger up in there and use another to flick her clit. I lick her harder, deeper, feeling her tight muscles clench around my finger. “Come all over my face. Fucking soak me, Court. Give me everything you’ve got.” I bite her lips and rub her clit harder.

  “I’m gonna...Oh, God!”

  I push my face against her and continue licking until she is screaming my name repeatedly, bucking like a wild fucking Stallion against my face.

  “That’s my girl.” I squeeze her ass as I get to my knees. “My girl.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Again, and again

  COURTNEY

  I FALL FORWARD, PANTING AND reeling in the bliss of my first...whatever that was. Regardless, I have never experienced such ecstasy before in my life. God, it can become an addiction. I shouldn’t have allowed it. But I wanted it. I want him. I want this.

  “I’m gonna fuck you now,” he groans out from behind me.

  “Trae, it’s not a good idea.”

  It’s actually a horrible idea. He’s going to leave
a scar deeper than the damn ink on my finger.

  “You’re just trying to silence that voice inside your head, the one saying you want me and knows damn well I’m gonna make you feel better than you ever have before.”

  You already have.

  “Ignore it. Be in the moment. No fucking watches today, Court.”

  I nod.

  “You on the pill?” he asks as I feel the heat of his body move over mine.

  “Shot, but what about disease—”

  “You get checked out after him?” he hisses.

  “Yes, of course, but—”

  “I’m gonna take you raw,” he says, nipping my shoulder.

  “What about you? Are you—”

  “Never gone raw before,” he says as I feel the head of his cock seek entrance from behind.

  “But Callie—”

  I gasp when I feel the width of him, knowing he’s going to leave a mark.

  “Trust me, Court; I’m clean.”

  “But—”

  “You want me to fuck you or not?”

  “Of course I want—”

  He plunges into me deeply, and I scream out as he stills.

  “Fucking ruined.”

  I can’t breathe. I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.

  He groans as he pulls out. Only then do I feel like I can breathe...until he slams in again and stills.

  “You good?” he asks.

  I open my mouth to respond when he grabs my chin and lifts it so I’m looking back. Then he kisses me as he pulls out.

  “Tra—”

  And again. And again.

  “Gonna get easier, Court.” He grunts. “You’ll get accustomed to me.” He grunts again. “Gonna want me all the time.”

  And again.

  “Gonna fuck you every chance I get to make sure of it,” he says on a groan.

  And again.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, pulling all the way out.

  “Oh, thank...” I start to thank God when he rolls me over to my back.

  “Wanna see you when you come.” He spreads my legs wide and moves between them. “Fucking soaked with your come and my saliva. Look what we did, Court. Look what we can do together.”

  I see something more than desire in his eyes when he looks up. He must see it in mine, too, because he shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

  “2016 is gonna be the best season ever. You and me for the win, Court.”

  “But then what?”

  “Doesn’t matter right now. We’re gonna be like Nike and just do it, okay?”

  I nod. That’s what I want. I want to live and not worry about what can fall apart or who I will disappoint. I want to live like Dad did—in the moment. Just for a season.

  “Sweet thing, you have no idea—” He stops mid-sentence and clenches his jaw. Then he closes his eyes, trying to hide an emotion, one I haven’t seen before. Possession. “Need to fuck you.”

  I nod and swallow hard.

  “Spread wider, Court.”

  I do as he asks, feeling my face burn red as he looks at me there.

  He traces his fingers along the outside of me, then spreads me and groans. “Fucking beautiful. Spalding doesn’t even make them this good.”

  “Did you just compare my”—I point to my privates—“to a basketball?”

  He smirks. “We’re just getting to know each other better.” He leans down and blows on me, and I nearly die from the cool air on my overheated flesh. “You’re beautiful,” he says to my crotch right before he kisses me there again.

  “Trae?”

  He looks up as he continues playing with my lips.

  “I want you, but nicer this time.”

  “It wasn’t nice before?” he asks, rising to his knees and stroking himself.

  “It’s”—I feel myself blush again—“stunning.”

  There is no better word for his manhood. He’s long and proportionately thick, which is aesthetically pleasing but painful. There’s no bulging veins, but you can see a few faint ones. He’s perfectly straight, and he shaves.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks, leaning forward to hover over me.

  “It’s perfect.”

  “It’s all yours, Court, all nine and a half inches,” he says as he slowly pushes into me. “You good?”

  I nod.

  “You sure feel good.” He pushes in further, stretching me slowly. “Damn, Court,” he groans, swaying his hips. “Feels better this way.”

  I push back, and he releases a slow, hot breath as he leans down and kisses me softly. I push my tongue into his mouth and kiss him like we do, with need, want, and desire.

  He pulls back, both his mouth and his dick.

  “I wanna fuck you slow, like I’d imagine fucking my wife.” His jaw tenses, making him look a little bit angry. “You good with that?”

  “Are you angry with me?”

  “Nah, not you.” He pushes in again, leaning over and kissing my forehead. “Not you,” he whispers.

  Each thrust is slow but deep. Each one takes my breath away. And each time I gasp or moan, he growls or groans.

  I begin moving with him. It’s a give and take, slow and steady.

  He kisses me when we slow down then watches me in awe when I feel like I’m going to come.

  His touch is more gentle, but no less effective. Each time he brushes his hand over my body or takes a nipple into his mouth, I crumble. And each time I feel like I’m going to burst, he says, “Not yet.”

  His body faintly glistens with perspiration, and his long, lean muscles move as one, making me even more turned on.

  When he slows down again, I grab his ass. “I need you to make me come.”

  “I need the same.” He pulls me up as he sits back so that I’m straddling him. Bowing his head, he then sucks on my nipples. First the left, and then the right.

  I’m so full of him I can barely move, but I want to do this for him, like he has done for me.

  I take his face in my hands and lift it so he is looking into my eyes. Then I kiss his cheek, his neck, and up to his ear.

  I pull on his lobe and whisper, “You make me crazy.”

  He groans, gripping my ass tighter as I rock into him harder.

  “So full...Too full,” I whimper.

  “Wanna say I’m sorry, but don’t want it any different,” he jokes, groaning.

  I run my hands along the back of his head, dragging my nails up his scalp while pushing my tits against him, needing to feel him against me.

  “Fuck yes,” he moans.

  I rub hard against his abs. “You feel so good...So hard...”

  “For you. All for you,” he pants out as I lick down his neck.

  “I’m gonna come.”

  He grips my hips and starts rocking into me while I circle my hips. I swear I feel him swell.

  “So fucking hard inside...I’m gonna burst...Gotta come with me, Court. Got to.” He gently pushes me back and reaches between us, rubbing circles around my clit with his thumb. “I wanna fucking feast on you, but I want my come inside you so badly I don’t think I can stop.”

  “Then don’t!” I cry. “Oh, God!”

  “Oh, fuck,” he grunts as I feel him spurt off inside me.

  He stills me for just a moment, and then rocks me slowly, prolonging my orgasm. Then he pushes me back, following me, still inside me, kissing me with light pecks, little nibbles, and sucking gently on my lips.

  “We good?”

  “I need to go clean up.”

  “No, Court, I want my come inside you. Just lie here for a minute with me.” He pulls out and rolls to his side, then rests one arm across my chest as he pulls me closer and kisses the side of my head. “Just rest for a minute, okay? Then we’ll order some food.”

  I lean my head against his shoulder. “Sounds good.”

  ***

  I WAKE UP SORE AND in his arms. I look up, and he’s looking down at me.

  “How long have you been awake?” I ask g
roggily.

  He shrugs. “Not sure, but I should check the time. Gotta call Callie tonight. I fucked up last night.”

  “I’m so sorry. It was my fault.” I sit up.

  He sits up, too. “Wasn’t your fault. She’s my responsibility.”

  “I know, but—”

  “Court,” he cuts me off. “She’s none the wiser. She’s being well taken care of, and we all signed on for this as a family. We knew what we were heading into. You...You got thrown into something, and at your age, it’s crazy. Believe it or not, I know how it feels to be thrown into something you aren’t ready for. You have enough to deal with without worrying about my shit.”

  He doesn’t want me to know her. What was I thinking? It’s not any of my business.

  Feeling foolish, I pull my knees up to my chest and hug them. “Sorry.”

  “No, don’t you be like that.”

  “You’ve been a friend to me,” I whisper.

  He whispers, “Then a husband.”

  He smiles when I look at him, but I don’t. He confuses me. Hell, I confuse me.

  “Look,” he sighs. “I love playing ball. Love the win. And yeah, I miss the hell out of that little girl, but you...You give me an escape, and I hope like hell I’m giving you one, too. I’ll be your friend, Court. I’ll help you as best I can. And hell yes, I’m hoping what took place today can happen every day. We both need it. Just as long as we don’t think it’s a forever kind of thing, we’re all good.”

  He looks at me for a minute, probably waiting for a reply. But what do I say?

  The young woman in me wants to say, “Love me.” The smart business woman I am so desperately trying to become understands a need for a release that doesn’t cross lines any further than we already have.

  All I end up saying is, “We need to find Elvis and fix this mess.”

  He smirks. “I wonder if finding Elvis in Vegas is like finding a needle in a haystack, so to speak.”

  I smile, as is expected.

  He nods toward the bathroom. “Going to call my little one. Then we’ll head out in search of The King.”

  Once he is in the bathroom, I flop back onto the bed.

  I want a season, I do. I want it badly. I want to be like Nike, and I want to be like Dad. I want to not care about what storm is coming at me. I want to be successful and make this team great. And when I’m not at work, I want Christa to make me laugh and Trae to make me come.