Score

by Jessica Ashe

  Jaxon had needed some time to himself one morning, so I’d gone and done a bit of shopping in New York. My eyes were drawn towards an underwear shop that I’d always walked past on the way to work, but had never bothered going inside.

  The shop sold plenty of plain underwear—some of it quite cheap, both in price and appearance—but at the back of the store the mannequins modeled bras and panties that I knew would have Jaxon drooling.

  I immediately fell in love with one set in particular. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the set, but the material was so smooth to touch that I knew I just had to have it. After trying on the bra and finding the perfect fit, I pulled out my credit card and made the purchase before my mind could butt in and point out that it was costing me more than any pair of jeans I owned and only one person would ever see it.

  I’d had to cut my shopping trip short that morning and hung out in a coffee shop for a few hours because I didn’t want to spend any more money on clothes. Now that would prove to be money well spent.

  I stripped off my clothes and put them discreetly in the corner, before slipping on the new underwear. It felt every bit as good then as it had in the store. Standing in front of the mirror, I took a few moments to admire my breasts which were subtly pushed up by the bra, and then down at the panties which made the best of my small ass. I’d always liked my rear, but I rarely made the most of it. These panties did it justice.

  I lay on the large bed, propped up by all the pillows and cushions, and tried to relax before Jaxon came into the room. The minutes ticked by slowly and I started to regret ordering the ice cream. I just wanted Jaxon to burst in and take me on the bed now. Dessert could wait.

  My fingers wandered down between my legs and lightly touched the wetness forming on the crotch of my new panties. He wasn’t even in the same room as me and I was already wet. I let a finger creep under the silk and touch my sex. Slowly, I pressed my finger inside my channel and gasped as the finger disappeared from view. Soon it would be Jaxon sliding inside me, although his shaft would open me a lot wider than my finger could.

  I heard Jaxon talking with someone outside, so I quickly pulled my finger out of my sex and rearranged my panties just in time. Jaxon burst through the door, a bowl of ice cream in one hand and a bucket of champagne in the other.

  “Thank God for that,” he said, turning round and kicking the door closed. “I thought that was going to take—” He froze when he saw me lying on the bed. “Sweet Jesus.”

  Jaxon put the food and drink down on the table near the bed, and peeled off his clothes at an impressive pace. By the time he approached me with the ice cream he was already rock hard in anticipation.

  I beckoned Jaxon onto the bed with the finger that had just been inside my pussy. “Before you eat dessert, you should taste this.”

  Jaxon wrapped his lips around my finger and sucked gently, his eyes lighting up when he recognized the taste.

  “You don’t really want to eat ice cream first do you?” he asked. “I’m ready to burst here.”

  “Sorry, but I’m really hungry,” I lied, taking the ice cream from him. I grabbed a spoonful and slowly took the ice cream into my mouth, letting it melt inside. Jaxon’s hands started wandering all over my body while I ate, until his fingers started playing with the soft fabric of my panties.

  “You look stunning,” he remarked. “It’d almost be a shame to take these off.”

  “You can say all the nice things you like, you’re still going to have to wait until I’ve finished with dessert.”

  “Give me some,” Jaxon said. His fingers kept moving between my legs, although he didn’t go under my panties and start touching my sex. He would have felt my wetness instantly and known I was dripping for him. I looked down at his hard shaft which was pointing directly at my face and knew I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer. I needed that inside me; I didn’t feel complete without it.

  Jaxon took two mouthfuls of the ice cream, each time letting it melt in his mouth like I did, before crawling between my legs.

  I pretended to ignore him and kept eating the ice cream, but his mouth went straight to my sex and his tongue darted under the fabric to explore my folds. My pussy might have been wet and hot, but his mouth was cold and the sensation of his tongue on my pussy lips made me flinch before I relaxed under his touch.

  Jaxon’s cold breath combined with my heat sent a weird shiver up my spine. I abandoned the ice cream, and sunk back down into the pillows while Jaxon’s tongue explored my folds. His tongue was still cool when it pressed against my clit and sent me into a frenzy. Nerve endings were exploding, and it was all I could do not to kick Jaxon away, even though all I wanted was for him to keep eating me.

  He left my panties on but used his thumb to keep them to one side while two fingers slid inside me. Sweat was dripping down my chest and the pillows suddenly felt suffocating. I tried to push them out of the way, but then Jaxon took my clit between his lips, making me lose all strength.

  I grabbed ahold of the posts making up the headboard, and thrust my sex harder into face. His hands pressed me back down as he ate me furiously until I shook and exploded under his expert touch.

  When I opened my eyes, Jaxon was standing by the bed holding two silk ties. He grabbed my wrist and before I’d said anything he tied my wrist to one of the posts of the headboard, and then did the same with the other. I didn’t have the strength or the desire to fight him. I closed my legs expecting Jaxon to peel off my panties, but instead he grabbed my waist and flipped me round onto my front.

  My arms were now crossed over and still tied firmly to the bedposts. Jaxon climbed back onto the bed and lifted me up by the hips. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he must be kneeling right behind me with a hard cock just waiting to enter me. Drops of my moisture dripped down the inside of my thighs, my sex still wet from my last orgasm and only getting wetter as I anticipated him filling me up.

  Jaxon’s fingers pushed my panties to one side, and exposed my sex. His tip brushed against my lips, before he pressed the head of his shaft gently inside me. I expected the rest of him to follow, but instead he held the head inside for seconds before he pulled away and got off the bed.

  “Don’t tease,” I scolded. I’d never had a man tease me before and didn’t think I was patient enough to withstand the wait. Perhaps this was Jaxon’s revenge for me making him wait for dessert to arrive.

  I heard the pop of the champagne cork as it slammed into the ceiling and then saw Jaxon standing by the bed next to me.

  “I can’t exactly hold a glass right now,” I said, helplessly gesturing with my hands still tied up to the headboard.

  Jaxon didn’t say anything. Seconds later I yelled in shock as cold champagne hit my back. He slowly poured it from the top of my back and down to my ass before putting the bottle back down by the ice cream. I squirmed as drops of champagne made their way between my ass crack before dripping down between my pussy lips, once again making them tingle with pleasure.

  Jaxon climbed back onto the bed and took a firm hold of my ass cheeks. This time he didn’t tease me. He guided his cock into my tunnel and held himself deep inside me before pulling almost all the way out and then pushing forward.

  He always started slow because my tight sex took some time to get used to his girth, but Jaxon quickly picked up the pace until his balls were crashing into my clit with each thrust.

  I couldn’t do much with my hands tied and crossed in front of me, so I just stuck my ass in the air and let him do the work.

  An animalistic growl escaped my lips with each thrust as I moaned for Jaxon to go harder, even though I didn’t think that was possible.

  “Your cunt looks so beautiful when I’m fucking you,” Jaxon moaned. “It’s so perfect. You’re so perfect.”

  I tried to reply between gasps of breath. “You’re not. Too bad. Yourself.”

  “You’re coming again,” Jaxon said. “I can feel it.”

  I gave up trying to speak a
nd just nodded instead. My entire body was covered in a mixture of sweat and champagne, but Jaxon didn’t seem to mind. I arched my head as I came and screamed loudly, before dropping my head and chest back down onto the bed. I hadn’t done a lot, but coming was fucking exhausting.

  Jaxon pulled his cock out of me and flipped me back over onto my back. I saw him jerking his cock in front of me for a few seconds until a hot stream of his cum shot out and landed all over my chest and stomach, making a mess of my bra in the process.

  Two more sprays followed, each with less intensity than the last, until the last few drops dripped out, landing just above my panties.

  Jaxon grinned as he admired his handiwork and untied my wrists. “I can’t get enough of this sight either,” he said. “This might even be more attractive than your pussy.”

  I smiled and looked down at my chest, before scooping up some of his cum and sucking it off my fingers.

  “Wow,” Jaxon exclaimed. “This just keeps getting better and better.”

  Bit by bit, I slowly scooped up all the cum from my chest and belly and swallowed the lot. My bra would need a wash though, and my skin was all sticky. Now it was a mixture of sweat, champagne, and Jaxon’s cum.

  “I’m going to need a shower,” I said, when I’d finished. Jaxon reached out a hand and pulled me up off the bed, bringing me in for a deep kiss.

  “Mind if I join you?” he asked. “I made the mess, it’s only fair that I help you clean up.”

  “Hmm,” I pondered, “when you put it like that, I suppose it’s only right that you come and offer me a hand.”

  The hot water spraying forth from the intense shower made short work of the cum on my skin. I’d barely got clean when I felt Jaxon’s hard cock pressing against my belly. This time I dropped to my knees to take Jaxon in my mouth, and I made sure to swallow every last drop.

  Jenny now insisted on accompanying me to all my doctor’s appointments. I’d asked her to leave me alone for a few hours one morning, but she’d forgotten her phone and came back into the penthouse to find me puking up in the bathroom. I hadn’t been scolded like that since the time Mom found me throwing up after getting drunk at the age of sixteen.

  Doctor Lee sent me upstairs for a scan, and then we waited around until the results were ready an hour later. Jenny looked nervous and irritable the entire time. She hated being here almost as much as I did. None of the procedures I’d been through had been painful, but there was always a chance the doctor was going to deliver bad news. It wasn’t likely, but it was more than just a mere statistical insignificance.

  “Your results are positive,” the doctor said, when he finally joined us in his office. “You can see the tumor has decreased in size since the last time you had a scan.” He showed us a before and after comparison photo and pointed to the tumor which did appear to have shrunk. It still freaked me out that there was a tumor inside my head; I couldn’t feel it but just knowing it was there was scary as hell.

  “So the radiotherapy is working?” Jenny asked.

  “Yes,” Doctor Lee replied. “It is working.”

  My doctor didn’t have the best bedside manner, but I liked his tone. The important things were what he didn’t say. I knew to listen out for that, but Jenny just found it frustrating.

  “Does that mean he’s going to be okay?” Jenny asked. “He’s not going to… you know…”

  “We can’t say anything for sure yet,” Doctor Lee said. “This is a positive start, but he still needs another few rounds of radiotherapy. Those will not be as intense, so he should start feeling better. I’m pleased with what I’m seeing in this scan though.”

  I could tell Jenny was disappointed not to hear better news. I’d told her that we wouldn’t get any definitive information either way from this meeting, but she’d obviously been hoping for something more.

  “He’s feeling nauseous after the tablets,” Jenny told the doctor. “Is that a problem?”

  “No, that’s to be expected. The reaction to the medication does not have any relevance to its effectiveness.”

  We left the hospital and headed back to the penthouse. I wanted to do something special for Jenny, but she didn’t like me spending money on her and kept saying she just wanted to live a normal life as much as possible.

  I craved normal. Given a choice between earning $50,000 a year playing soccer and not having to deal with the fame that went with it, or earning millions and being famous, I would have taken the former any day of the week.

  Fame and fortune were overrated. I hated having to leave restaurants because people kept coming over and asking for autographs or photos. The only real benefit to fame was the smile I could bring to children’s faces just by visiting them. The impact wasn’t quite as intense in the US, but in England all I had to do was show up to a children’s ward and they would all look like the happiest people alive, no matter what was wrong with them. I didn’t deserve the reaction I got from them, but if soccer players brought them that level of happiness then who was I to judge.

  Being rich had its moments, but my money was next to useless right now. All the money in the world couldn’t keep me alive. Brain tumors didn’t pay any attention to wealth, and money was a poor drug to combat them.

  I spent most of the walk back to the hotel in a daydream, thinking about what life would be like when I’d beaten this thing and Jenny and I were free to do what we wanted. Usually I took the back entrance into the hotel, but Jenny had been leading the way, so she took us right up to the front. That had been a huge mistake.

  I didn’t notice the cameras until it was too late. Most reporters had left me alone since the press conference, but there were more cameras outside the hotel than there had been that time we were ambushed outside the hospital. Did they want an update? I didn’t have much to say on the subject of my health and planned to keep it out of the press.

  For a few seconds, I thought they might be there for someone else, but then they started running towards us, hands holding microphones outstretched like a runner desperately trying to pass the baton on to the next in line.

  “Jaxon, is it true you and your sister are in a sexual relationship?”

  I stopped instantly, as if I’d run into a wall. Most of the reporters were shouting questions at me, but a few had decided that perhaps Jenny would make a better target so they were thrusting microphones at her instead.

  Jenny backed up into me. I grabbed her shoulders and tried to put myself between her and the cameras, but they were everywhere now and within seconds we were surrounded.

  “Jaxon, do you have any comment on rumors that you are in a sexual relationship with your sister?”

  The obvious response was to point out that Jenny wasn’t my sister, but that would be admitting the existence of the relationship.

  “Do your parents know?” asked another.

  “I’m not in a relationship with my sister,” I responded firmly. That was technically true. It’s not my fault they didn’t properly research the connection between Jenny and I.

  I grabbed Jenny’s arm and pulled her through the crowd of journalists, making gaps by “accidentally” kicking people in the shins or on the back of the knee. Right now I didn’t care if they were men or women, I just wanted to get Jenny out of there.

  We made it into the hotel and then the security team took over, stopping the reporters from coming inside. I didn’t want to end up getting trapped inside the hotel, so I led Jenny straight out the back entrance, which the reporters hadn’t yet thought to cover, and we jumped into the first vacant taxi we found.

  “We’re going to have to tell your Dad,” I said to Jenny, once we were out of sight of the hotel. “That story will be doing the rounds soon and even if he doesn’t see it, he’s bound to know someone who will be more than happy to tell him.”

  “I know,” Jenny said. She sounded slightly scared at the thought, but she’d been gradually coming round to the fact that we’d have to tell her dad eventually. When we decided to g
o to Europe together, it became a case of if—not when—we would tell him.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a message from Daisy who hadn’t been in touch since I fired her. She’d sent a link which led to a news story about Jenny and I on a sports site. The opening paragraph quoted “a source close to Jaxon,” as the reason for the leak.

  “No need to guess who told all those reporters,” I said, passing my phone to Jenny.

  “Can’t say I’m too surprised,” she replied. “Let’s get this over and done with.”

  The taxi took us all the way back to Jenny’s and we nervously walked up to the front door. My own trepidation came as a slight surprise. I didn’t care what Mom said, but I did care about Sheridan’s reaction. I respected him and knew that Jenny’s relationship with her father was an important part of her life.

  I went to put my key in the door, but Mom had clearly been waiting and opened the door before my hand reached it.

  “Get inside now,” she yelled.

  I planned to walk inside anyway—that was how doors worked—but I hated doing so knowing Mom thought I was obeying her command. Sheridan stood back slightly, leaning against the banister of the stairs. I nodded at him and he gave a slight smile in return. I wouldn’t go as far as to say he looked happy, but he wasn’t mad either.

  “Is it true?” Mom asked. “About you two being… ugh, I don’t even want to say the words.”

  “Yes, it’s true,” I replied, and watched my mom’s face contort into a look of disgrace. She didn’t give a shit about Jenny and me, but she might be worried about the impact it had on her career. Right now, she probably regretted making me take her maiden name after she’d divorced Dad.

  “You two are disgusting,” Mom snarled. “I don’t even know what to say to you both. I expect sordid sexual behavior from you,” she said, looking at me, “but I expected better from Jenny.”