When that dickhead had knocked him over, the poor kid got stepped on by at least four people. His mom hadn’t been able to get through the crowd to help him, and no one had seemed to care that they were about to trample a child. I’d lost it. I’d screamed for those idiots to get the hell back and pushed those who didn’t listen out of the way as I tried to get to the boy. He’d had tears in his eyes, and I could tell he was trying not to cry. I called an end to the autograph session, telling everyone that they had the asshole who thought he could manhandle kids to thank for the early ending. Then I’d taken the kid, Jesse, and his mom back to the locker room, and everyone from practice signed his football. I gave him my practice jersey and made sure he got tickets to a game. Front row seats behind the team bench. He’s going to get the royal treatment at that game too. If that makes me an asshole, then I'll gladly be an asshole.
Practice had been great up until then. I love open practices, especially the Kids Day ones. The kids all get front spots along a section of the field where the players can come up and sign autographs for them. We sign some before the beginning of practice and then again at the end. It’s usually a blast. But today had been a different story. Coach had said the incident made me look like a straight-up asshole, yelling and pushing fans. Oh well! I'd do it again gladly. The whole ordeal has my mood completely soured, and I’m angry.
I text Melissa, hoping she's around because I need to work out some of this aggression. She’s usually always around for a hard fuck when I need her.
Me: I’m in a bad mood. Awful incident after practice. Need to work out some aggression. You around?
Melissa: Always around for you! What happened?
Me: Tell you later. Heading home now. Can you meet me there?
Melissa: Of course! See you in 30!
Thank God! The best way for me to get out of this nasty mood is to fuck it out. I’d learned years ago that the only thing that helps me get out of this kind of mood is sex. It was Melissa who helped me figure it out back in college. I’d tried running, workouts, and drinking, but none of that had alleviated my frustration. And the drinking just made me more of an ass. One day, when I’d been in a foul mood, she’d simply undressed and told me to take control back, to fuck her. We’d had sex a few times before that, but nothing crazy. She was the only repeat girl in my college days.
Most girls I’d been with had gotten clingy and needy after we’d had sex. Like most guys, I’d wanted to enjoy college and have fun, not get into any serious relationships. Besides, no one ever struck my interest enough for me to ever consider settling down. Melissa though, she was the most down to Earth chick I had ever met. Maybe that's why she is the only close friend I have besides Alex. She’s more like one of the guys. She’s always been down for whatever, from sitting around playing cards to crazy adventures. Drama-free. Just how I like my women. The fact that she has a sexual appetite that matches mine has always been a plus. I might not sleep around, but I do have my preferences. I love to dominate, call the shots, and I love to talk dirty. Nothing is hotter than dirty words in the bedroom. Melissa loves when we get down and dirty. She gets off on it just as much as I do, and she’s okay with anything when it comes to sex.
I’m getting hard just thinking about how much better I’ll feel after I’ve fucked the hell out of her. I haven’t found a single thing that woman says no to. We even had a few threesomes back in the day. She’s the only woman I know who openly admits to loving anal. Such a rare find. The way she owns her sexuality is so hot. We never have that awkward after-sex period either. We can have downright nasty sex and immediately bounce back to the friend zone. There are no romantic feelings, but we do care about each other. I hope that she’s up for a couple rounds today because I’m pretty sure it’ll take me some time get this shit worked out. I haven’t been this wound up in a long time.
After spending most of the ride thinking about all the ways I’m going to ride her over and over again, my cock is rock hard by the time I get to my house. I find her parked in my driveway, waiting for me. This woman always knows exactly what I need. She stands, leaning against her car in a red trench coat and black fuck-me pumps that I can’t wait to feel digging into my ass. I feel my mood lightening already just from thinking about it.
I push the garage door opener as I get out of the car and walk toward the house. Melissa follows me in, heads right for the alarm key pad, and punches in the code. She gets as far as the kitchen island before I grab her by the hair and pull her back to me.
I grind my cock against her ass and bring my mouth to her ear. "I hope you don’t have plans for the rest of the day because I think I’m going to need to fuck over and over before this mood gets any better. I think I’m going to need to be inside you everywhere today. We should probably start by wrapping that mouth of yours around my cock."
She whimpers at the mention of my cock in her mouth, like I knew she would.
"Do you like the sound of that? Having my cock in your mouth? I bet if I stick my hand under this coat, I’ll find your bare pussy already wet, wont I? And I know your pussy’s bare under there because you're just naughty enough to leave the house wearing only a coat and those sexy shoes. Aren’t you, Melissa?" I ask, knowing that my words are foreplay to her.
"Yes," she says, her voice breathy. I know what she likes just as much as she knows what I like, and I know she’s turned on. I push her forward toward the counter and press her upper body down against it. I leave my left hand tangled in her hair, pulling slightly, just enough to cause a sting. I don’t get off on hurting her, but a little added pain makes the pleasure that much better. With my free hand, I trail a finger from her knee up her thigh and push her legs apart, allowing my access to the apex of her thighs.
"Just as I thought, Mel, soaked. You’ve been thinking about this since I texted, haven’t you?" I ask as I slide my finger through her wetness, back and forth, causing her to whimper again.
"Yes, I couldn’t wait. It’s been a while since you’ve been in a mood, and you know I love it when you fuck me hard and raw."
My dick twitches at her words. Man, does she love it dirty…
"Don’t worry. You’re going to get it hard and raw. After I fuck your mouth, we're going to work on this wet pussy next. After that, I think I’ll need to visit your ass. It’s been a while since we stretched you out everywhere." I drag my fingers back toward her ass. I hear her gasp as I rim her, massaging her own wetness into the tight hole.
She rocks back into my hand, initiating more contact. God, I’d almost forgotten how much she loves it when I play with her ass. Using the wetness from her pussy, I coat my fingers again before inserting my finger into the place she wants it most right now.
"Mmm…" She sighs, rocking herself back to take my finger in further.
"Your ass is so warm and tight. You love the idea of my cock slamming into it over and over again, don’t you, Mel?" Each time I call her Mel, she seems to slip more into the zone. That’s always what I call her during these hard fucking sessions. I’ve never felt right calling her baby or anything that sounds intimate. We aren’t a couple, no matter what the housewives read in the magazines in line at the supermarket. So I started calling her Mel, and it’s become a sort of alter ego for her. It brings out her inner vixen, and I love it.
"God, yes!" she screams, writhing in pleasure as I finger her a little harder, dragging my finger nearly all the way out before pushing it back in.
"Well, then I suggest you turn around and get those luscious lips of yours around my cock," I inform her, slightly tugging on her hair so she knows I mean business. We don’t often have oral sex, so I need to let her know I really want to fuck her mouth.
She pushes off the counter and turns, dropping to her knees in one swift movement, faster than a dog to a bone. Her hands go straight to the waistband of my sweat pants, and she pulls both my pants and boxers down together. My cock stands proudly, happy to be freed from the confines of my briefs. I think she actually drools a l
ittle as her eyes land on my raging hard on.
"Coat off. I want to be able to watch your tits bounce up and down while I fuck your mouth."
She quickly sheds her coat and tosses it to the side. She wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes up and down a few times.
"Stop playing and suck my dick!" I’m not in the mood for games any longer. She licks a circle around the head of my dick. The heat from her mouth feels good, but I want the suction. Deciding I don’t want to wait any longer, I slide one hand down to her nipple and the other into her hair at the crown of her head. I squeeze her nipple with enough force to make her gasp and use the other hand to push her head onto my cock when she opens her mouth on the gasp. I grunt as I thrust my whole length into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. I pull back and thrust again and again.
Like a good girl, Melissa keeps a good suction going until I’m close enough to coming that I pull completely out of her mouth. She keeps sucking until the last second, so when my cock falls from her mouth, it makes a light popping sound.
I pull her up from her knees and lift her onto the counter. I give her a little nudge to get her to lay back, and then I pull her all the way to the edge of the counter. I pull my sweats and boxers off the rest of the way and ditch my shirt while I’m at it. Then I lower my head and give her pussy a few long licks up and down.
"Oh, yes!" She purrs.
On my trip back up, I circle my tongue around her clit once, twice, before gently sucking it into my mouth. I pull her nub between my teeth and bite down lightly until I hear her moan again.
"Stop fucking around, Tag! Make me come!" she demands. Guess I’m not the only one who is done with games.
I circle her clit a few more times and then slide my fingers into her pussy, hooking them up to reach her G-spot. Melissa lets out a long, throaty groan, letting me know that I'm right where I need to be. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I add some suction, and that's all it takes to send her over the edge.
"Ahh! Yes, yes… More, Tag, more!"
I add a little pressure as her pussy starts to clench around my fingers. I feel the gush of fluid as her orgasm hits its peak. Melissa writhes in pleasure, not even noticing the unforgiving granite counter top beneath her. I lean over to grab the condom from my discarded sweats and roll it on quickly. Before she fully comes down from her high, I slam my cock into her, making her scream out in surprise and bliss. I use the thumb of one hand to rub her clit lightly and the other to massage her other entrance.
"Ah, God, that feels amazing, Tag. I love when you take me everywhere," she says, panting. "Your huge cock hits every goddamn spot possible. Fuck, yes!"
"Oh yeah? How much do you love this huge cock?" I grunt, slamming into her hard. I stop rubbing her clit, needing to use that hand to make sure that I don’t fuck her right off the island. I know she’s enjoying my thumb in her ass much more anyway.
"So much, Tag! So fucking much!" she screams, on the verge of coming again. A few more thrusts, and I’m sure she’ll go over the edge again. It’s hard to keep myself from coming, but I have one more stop on this ride before I let go.
"Come, Mel! Come now so I can slide my cock into your ass!" I command, and just as I’d expected, my words push her to her climax.
She comes with a scream of “Oh My God.” Thank God she's a squirtter. She’s lubed me up enough to slide into her final entrance without a problem. I wouldn’t use this little lube with someone not accustomed to being fucked in the ass, but with Melissa, I know it’s enough.
I pull out of her pussy and nudge her back entrance in warning before I push in an inch or two. I place my thumb back on her clit to prolong her pleasure while I slide into her ass. I look to her for cues of discomfort, but Melissa seems to be in pure ecstasy. Using a bit of force, I slide all the way home.
"Oh God!" I cry out just as Melissa lets out an "Mmm…"
"Does that feel good, dirty girl? I know you love it when I fuck this ass.” I thrust harder, giving her ass a nice smack. I love hearing the sound of the slap reverberate through the room.
"Of course it does, Tag! Everything that you do with that incredible cock of yours feel fantastic," she coos.
I continue thrusting until I feel my balls start to tighten, and I know the release that I need is just moments away. I use my thumb on Mel's clit again, knowing the stimulation and a few more dirty words should seal the deal for her and, in turn, seal the deal for me.
"You need to come now! I want this glorious ass of yours milking me," I say, continuing to apply the perfect amount of pressure to her clit.
"Jesus, Tag! I don't know if I can come again."
"Don’t give me that shit. I know you can. And you’d better do it now," I tell her through gritted teeth. If I ride her any harder right now, I’m afraid I might break her in two.
"Holy shit!" Melissa screams as her third orgasm takes her fully by surprise.
"Fuck yeah!" I roar as I come harder than I have in a long while. I feel as though I've been coming for hours when my release finally ends. I slump forward onto Melissa, using her stomach as a pillow.
"Christ, you really were wound up, huh? We haven’t hit it like that in a while, Tanner. I love it when you lick my pussy." Melissa says as she runs her fingers through my hair. I hate when she does that. Playing with my hair, telling me how much she loves when I eat her pussy. I don’t really like doing it. Or having her suck my dick. It’s too intimate for me. I’m good with it once in a blue moon or in situations like today, but not on a regular basis. I know Melissa loves to suck dick, but I don’t know what or who she does with her mouth most of the time, just like I don’t know who else she lets in-between her legs. She says it’s just me, but we’re not a couple, so who knows? She could very well be getting taken care of elsewhere when I haven’t called for sex in a few weeks. I’m on the road a lot. I wouldn’t blame her. I get it.
"It was a bad day at practice. Just google it. I'm sure you'll see the video. Some dickheads practically trampled some kid trying to get an autograph, and I lost it. Coach ripped me a new one. What for, I'm not really sure. I don’t get what he's so worked up about. If I hadn’t freaked, that poor kid would have gotten really hurt. But yet again, I'm the asshole. Surprise, right?" I explain, trying not get worked up again, but I can feel the anger coming back.
My phone rings from the pocket of my sweatpants, so I sit up, pulling away from Melissa, and reach down for it. The call’s from a number not programmed into my phone. I never answer numbers that I don’t know. It’s always someone wanting something. I really wonder how these people get my number. But I have a strong feeling that I should answer this call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mr. Garrison. I mean Tanner. This is Ashley Mitchell from The City Press. I wanted to talk to you about the article. Do you have a minute?"
I feel those telltale sparks at the sound of her voice. Hmm, the connection we have works through the phone too. I had honestly tried to forget about Ashley, chalking up our encounter to a weird day. I’m not normally one to meet people and hang out as though I’m looking for new friends, but the energy between us is hard to ignore.
"Sure, Ashley. What's up?" I ask as I slide off the condom. I toss it in the trash and pull my pants back on. I walk to the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water for Melissa and toss it to her.
"Well, I saw the video from your practice today, and between that and our conversation in the car the other day, I think I could spin a really great human interest piece on you instead of just writing about football," she says.
"What does that mean? I told you how I feel about my personal life being in the papers. That’s one of the conditions of the article," I remind her.
"I know it is. I thought we could focus more on the passionate side of you that doesn’t get seen on the field. The guy in that video today saving that boy. You're going to get a crap-load of bad press from this, and it’ll make you look exactly like the asshole you aren’t. But if we spin the article to
talk about how much you love the fans and the kids and how seeing that kid in danger made you do what was necessary to make sure he didn’t get hurt, yada yada. . . I promise I’ll make you look fantastic. Just tell me about yesterday from your perspective, and I'll write about you as a person instead of your stats people can get on ESPN.com. What do you think?" she asks, sounding excited.
"Hmm, that's not a half-bad idea. I like it. I still get final approval, right?" I still want to see the piece before it gets published to make sure I like it.
“Of course. Everything stays the same except the main focus of the article."
"Okay, go for it." Maybe this new angle will get Coach off my back and help get everyone to stop thinking I’m a complete asshole.
"Okay, tell me what I need to know that isn’t in the videos online, and I'll get to work," she says. I hear a steely determination in her voice, and I feel as though I can trust her to make the article something different. I may have no control over anything when it comes to this girl, but my gut tells me to trust her.
"All right, today was a special practice focused on kids. We do them sometimes during pre-season open practices. There’s a link on our website about it where you can get more details. After practice, I went over to sign some autographs for the kids, and this asshole pushed a little boy named Jesse, who was patiently waiting his turn out of the way, and no one tried to help him up. These were grown men stepping on and over him like garbage. His mom couldn’t get through to help him. So I told everyone to get the hell out of the way and pushed the ones who wouldn’t move so I could get to the kid. He was crying when I got to him, probably scared out of his mind and most likely hurt. I saw quite a few people step on him and kick him trying to rush forward. It was like watching a Black Friday crowd trying get into Walmart. So I ended the autograph session and told everyone to blame the asshole for pushing kids." My hands start to shake again as I think about little Jesse.
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