Touchdown

by Garnet Hart

  She smiled. Her mind was still a blur as to how she had ended in this room. “You’re not going to leave me here, are you?”

  He pressed his body against hers. “Do you want me to stay?”

  She was mesmerized by the way his lips moved as he spoke. They were tempting her. “Kiss me,” she demanded, helplessly submitting to the temptation.

  “Gladly,” he said and kissed her mouth.

  She responded to him, yielding her body against his. She was on fire. She wanted him so badly.

  She was aware of his hand underneath her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress. She also knew she had no bra, but she did not resist his advances. Instead, she started unbuttoning his shirt.

  His lips glided down her chin and throat while he tugged her dress lower. She felt the fabric slide against her nipples, baring it.

  She moaned and hugged his head, guiding it lower to her breasts. Her nipples distended, craving for his mouth.

  He knew exactly what she needed. Without delay, he took one nipple deep in his mouth.

  “Oh, Troy,” she moaned and arched her body upward. His mouth was hot. It shot delicious pleasures into her that quickly spread all over her body, smothering away whatever sense of reasons left in her. “That feels good.”

  He groaned in response and sucked hard on her nipple. She cried and writhed. “And you taste so good.”

  Like a hungry, savage beast, he devoured her breasts—sucking, biting, squeezing.

  She was mad with pleasure, her senses soaring wild. She knew her mind had partly shut off, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want any sense of reasons to intervene and take this bliss away from her.

  She writhed wildly underneath him, demanding for him not to stop, but he did.

  She cracked her eyes open and saw him standing beside the bed, quickly stripping his clothes off.

  “Come back here,” she demanded and ran her hand over his hard surface. “I want to feel those muscles on your body.”

  He smiled and came back on top of her. “You will, Zoey,” he said and pressed his body against her. “You will feel every inch of me, and I will taste every inch of you.”

  She moaned as his hard, hot flesh burned her skin. He was completely naked, and he was on top of her already naked body, as well. She couldn’t even remember how he had gotten rid of her clothes.

  She wrapped her arms around him and glided her hand down his back. His hands were back on her breasts, squeezing and flicking her nipple. His mouth nibbled on her neck.

  Instinctively, she spread her legs apart. An overheated, smooth, flesh came down, seeking entry.

  For a moment, she wondered what it was. His voice distracted her.

  “Spread your legs farther, Zoey,” he whispered in her ear before thrusting his tongue inside. “Let me in.”

  She obeyed his command, unmindful of what he meant. When he pushed forward, she felt pain.

  She cried and her eyes flung wide open. It was his dick. My God, he was entering her.

  “Fuck, Zoey,” he moaned as he kept pushing deeper, inch after inch. “You’re tight.”

  He was huge. He was splitting her apart. She felt pain, or was it ache? It didn’t matter what it was. All that mattered was that she liked it. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

  She cried again, but she kept her arms around him, unwilling to let him go. Not in a state like this. Not while her body craved for something that she couldn’t understand.

  “Troy, it’s so big,” she said. It’s not that she was complaining. She just wanted to say it.

  “Take it all, baby,” he replied. “Take me deeper.”

  She would. She wanted it. She needed it. “Yes. I want it all.”

  He thrust harder, followed by his growl of pleasure. She clung to him tighter and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate her deeper.

  “Oh, baby,” he said and started to move in and out of her. “Your pussy’s so hot, so wet.”

  She moaned underneath him. All traces of pain had quickly vanished away. Only pleasure remained—blissful pleasure. And there was something else—another pain deep within her. It was threatening to explode.

  “Troy,” she whispered his name, pleading for help.

  “You’re coming, baby?” he asked. “Are you, huh?” He thrust into her faster and harder.

  She writhed underneath him. God, that was exactly what she needed to ease away the agonizing pain within her. He sure did know what to do.

  “Don’t stop,” she cried. “Faster.”

  He captured her mouth with his and moved faster in and out of her just as she asked. The agonizing pain intensified, threatening to consume her whole.

  She stiffened, frightened of what was going on in her body, and then something exploded within her.

  She cried, screamed, jerked upward. She tried to beg for Troy to help her, but no words came out of her mouth. He was still inside her, still thrusting wildly as if he never gave a damn about what was going on with her.

  The phenomenon wrecked her insides like a giant wave had crashed over her. The torment went on for a long moment. Eventually, it dissipated and her muscles began to soften.

  Her weight dropped on the bed, gasping.

  “Does it feel good, baby?” he whispered in her ear. She realized he had stopped moving, but his hard flesh remained wedged inside her. “Did I make you come so good?”

  So that’s what it was. It was an orgasm. So that was how it felt—so agonizingly blissful.

  “Yes,” she replied and kissed his mouth.

  He began to move inside her again. “Let’s come together this time,” he murmured.

  He started it slow and easy, arousing her anew in just a matter of seconds. Eventually, he picked up speed and was back to the way it was before she came earlier. She was back to the way she was as well, crying and moaning.

  “You want more, baby?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Give me more.”

  He lengthened his strokes and slammed harder back inside her. He did give her more, much more than what she had asked for. Her insides warned her of an even bigger orgasm this time. She was on the edge now.

  “Fuck, Zoey, I’m almost there,” he rasped and stiffened. His muscles hardened. His cock swelled and throbbed inside her.

  She heard his guttural groan before her own cry of bliss. He kept his hands tight against her back and bottom, pressing her body as hard as he could against his.

  She felt hot fluid pouring inside her. His seed. It poured lavishly into her.

  Moaning, she arched her hips against his still wedged cock. This bliss was beyond anything she’d ever felt her whole life. She had never known such kind of state existed.

  She could not tell how long had passed when her body finally recovered from that wracking orgasm and fell on the bed. A few seconds later, he collapsed over her.

  She kept her eyes shut. She was too weak to even open them. He was heavy. Too heavy she could not breathe.

  *****

  Troy exhaled slowly as water poured over him. The memory about what happened between him and Zoey last night was still a blur, but the sound of her moans and whimpers remained in his mind. He could still hear it until now. It kept his cock swelling even as he took a shower.

  She was drunk. They were both drunk. He remembered carrying her upstairs, in one of Kirk’s guestrooms. Then it happened so quickly. He may not remember the full details, but it was safe to say he’d had the satisfaction he’d been craving for since the night of that accident. Now, he felt revitalized. If he had to go on for another week of abstinence, he could have preferred to go to jail instead.

  He turned off the shower and pulled a towel. He dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom. He found Zoey sitting on the bed, covering her naked body with the sheet while peering down at something on the mattress.

  Christ, just the sight of her bare shoulders and back made him want to fuck her again.
r />   “Good morning,” he said in his usual tone.

  She gasped and quickly turned her head to him. She looked shocked. Seconds later, she screamed.

  He flinched and frowned. He waited until she stopped screaming. “Jesus, Zoey. You were as wild as a kitten in heat last night and now you scream like you have no idea about what happened?”

  “I was drunk, you prick,” she spat.

  “So was I. You begged me for it.”

  “That, I do not recall. And even if I did, a gentleman shouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation.”

  “Whoever said I was a gentleman?”

  She could not speak. The look on her face amused him.

  He grinned, and then he noticed something on the bed, on that spot where he found her peering into when he walked out of the bathroom. It looked like a bloodstain.

  “What’s that?” he asked as he approached the bed to take a closer look.

  She quickly covered the spot with her hand. “It’s nothing. Go away.”

  He stepped closer, nudged her hand off and peered at the stain. He blinked twice, unable to believe the reality that hit him. “You were a virgin?” he asked.

  “Of course, not,” she quickly denied.

  He gawked at her for a few seconds, and then he started laughing like crazy.

  This was utterly ridiculous. He had not known such kind of women still existed in this world. “No wonder your boyfriend left you.”

  Her face flushed. “So you knew that as well, huh? Is there anything that you don’t know about me?”

  “After that,” he said, pointing at the stain, “I think I know it all now.”

  Her face turned crimson. He could see she was itching to beat the hell out of him, but he just couldn’t help grinning. There was something about her that he found really ridiculous, unbelievable in a way.

  She picked up a pillow and hurled it at his face. He caught it, including the second pillow that followed. None of that would work on him. He’d spent years catching balls that came to him like speeding bullets. Catching a pillow was a joke.

  “God, you’re unbearable!” she screamed and threw him another pillow. He caught that, as well, which annoyed her even more. She jumped down the bed and stormed through the bathroom.

  “Hurry up. We have a practice in two hours.”

  “You go ahead. I’m going to see Bessie. I do hope your team mates crush your face with football.”

  He sat on the chair, grinning. This was really amusing. He could go on taunting her.

  He stood in front of the bathroom door. “Virgin? At twenty-five?” He laughed. “Christ, you’re pathetic.”

  “Fuck off!” she yelled from the other side of the door.

  He laughed again. God, he could not stop laughing. He still could not believe he’d actually found a twenty-five year old virgin these days. He couldn’t tell if he was one lucky bastard or life was simply humoring him.

  Chapter 13

  “Ten months!” Troy still could not believe the sentence that the judge had imposed on him as he walked out of the court with Jeremy. “After all those shit we’ve pulled off, I still get ten months?”

  “You could have gotten two years at least if not for those shit. Zoey’s statement had been deleted, not only because she is now your wife, but because she has lost credibility when she changed her statement. If not because of the indisputable fact that you were drunk and the accident happened on a pedestrian lane, you could have been acquitted.”

  “Fuck that. The juries hate me. They’re New York Jets fans. I’m sure of it. The judge, as well.”

  “That’s just your opinion.”

  “It’s too obvious he doesn’t like me, otherwise he wouldn’t have sentenced me for ten months just for drunk driving and negligence.”

  “Troy, it’s your fourth offense. You’ve been warned over and over again not to drive when you’re drunk. You never listened.”

  Troy stopped and glowered at his friend. “Am I your client or what?”

  “I am pointing out the reason why the judge gave you that sentence, and in my own honest opinion, it’s justified.”

  “If you believe I got what I deserve, how could I trust you that you’re still willing to fight for my cause?”

  “I will still do whatever I can, Troy, but the most I can ask the court is a lesser penalty. Let’s face it. You’ve fucked up. The court could not just close their eyes and clear you off all charges despite overwhelming evidence against you.”

  Troy rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m getting another lawyer.”

  “Bullshit, Troy!” Jeremy finally lost his temper. “I worked my ass off on your case, and you think I’m incompetent?”

  “I did not say that. I just think you’re not that enthusiastic anymore to defend me. I need someone who believes I’m not guilty.”

  “Fine. Go find a greedy lawyer who can promise you acquittal in exchange of half your fortune.”

  Troy threw his hands in the air and headed for his car. As he drove back to Springfield, he could not help but feel guilty about what he just said to Jeremy. That wasn’t fair. He knew his friend had done what he could as a lawyer.

  He should apologize, but maybe later. After both of them had cooled down.

  After two hours of driving, he finally made it home. Zoey was inside and he didn’t want to get in there with his anger. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

  As he opened the door, he heard Zoey screaming. He hurried to the living room to see what was happening.

  “Hey, Cora! The Jets won!” she shrieked and turned to look in his direction. Stunned to find him there instead, she quickly covered her big mouth. “Sorry,” she said softly.

  He crossed his arms. He couldn’t believe that even now that she had officially become his wife, she was still rooting for the Jets, knowing full well that while the Jets kept their winning streak, it lessened the possibility of the Patriots’ chance to make it to the playoffs. “They did, huh?” he asked sarcastically.

  She cleared her throat, a hint of guilt on her face. “Hey. How did it go?”

  He glowered at her. She had the nerve to ask that, while she did not even accompany him to court because, according to her a few hours ago, she had a terrible headache, while all along, she just wanted to watch the Jets’ game.

  “Did watching football relieve your headache?” he returned instead.

  “Oh, yes.” She stroked her head. “Watching sports really helps.”

  “Good for you.” He nodded. “Good for your team, they’re inches away from winning the division. Bad for your husband’s team, we’re about to kiss our assess goodbye, and I’m about to kiss your ass goodbye and spend ten months in jail.”

  Her jaw dropped. She looked shocked, but he knew she wouldn’t give a damn anyway.

  He turned his back from her and went to the backyard. He needed a breath of fresh air.

  *****

  Zoey rolled her eyes after Troy had left her. “What a sour-graping ass,” she whispered and turned the television off. He’s lucky he caught her in a good mood, or she could have kicked his balls.

  She stood up and went to her room. As soon as she saw Mason Wayne’s poster on her wall, she screamed again.

  “Wayne, you’re the best. Why didn’t I marry you instead?”

  She remembered Franki. Her friend was still at work and probably still uninformed of the good news.

  “Hey, Franki,” she shrieked right after Franki answered her call. “The Jets did it again!”

  “So I heard,” Franki replied with the same ecstatic tone. “Wayne’s making history. He’s unbelievable.”

  “Ninety yards, can you believe that?” Zoey added.

  “Hey,” Franki interrupted her. “We’ll talk later. My boss is here.”

  Zoey sighed and lowered her phone. She needed to talk about it. Where’s Cora?

  “Jets forever,” she uttered as she turned to the door.

  She was stunned when she saw Troy
standing there. She forgot to close her door, and surely, he had heard what she just said, including her conversation with Franki.

  “Oh.” She smiled, acting innocent. “What are you doing here?”

  “I thought I needed to apologize to you.”

  “Oh no, it’s nothing.” She shook her head. “I understand. Don’t worry.”

  “I’m worried.”

  “Why?”

  He nodded at Wayne’s poster on the wall. “That you’re cheating on me.”

  She frowned. “What in the world? I’ve never even spoken with Wayne. Never gotten close to him.”

  “Yes, but you put his poster there so you can dream about him while you’re married to me.”

  “That’s ridiculous.”

  “Am I wrong?”

  She was unable to speak. She’d admit she used to dream of Mason Wayne a lot, but that was before she married this prick. Or perhaps there was once or twice that she still dreamed of Wayne after she was married, but that was just a girly fantasy. So what about it? Why should it matter to him?

  “I believe that’s none of your concern. The agreement doesn’t state prohibiting me from daydreaming about Mason Wayne, just as it doesn’t prohibit you from having sex with other women. You said that, remember?”

  “I never had sex with any other woman since I met you.”

  “I know, and I know, as well, that you can’t, even if you want to. You want to prove to everyone you’re serious about this marriage, so you try very hard to keep your dick soft. God only knows how many times you jack yourself off whenever you’re alone.”

  “You’re right.” He stepped inside and closed the door. “But now I’m thinking, why the hell am I jacking myself off while I’ve got myself a wife to fuck.”

  Horrified, she stepped back, but he kept advancing towards her, until he cornered her against the wall.

  She shrank back. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned sternly.

  “I’m not thinking about it,” he leaned closer to her. “I’m doing it.”

  His mouth closed around hers, sealing off her moans of protest. She placed her hand on his chest, with the intention of pushing him away, but when his tongue dipped inside her mouth, she was lost.