by Ava Walsh
But Erica followed me all the way to the row of showers. The last one was always reserved for me, and I walked silently towards it. I could hear her heels clicking against the tiles as she hurried behind me.
“So can I start asking you the questions?” I heard her say. I didn’t bother turning around. I thought I detected annoyance in her voice. If she was so annoyed with me, why didn’t she just leave me alone?
“Shoot,” I said as I walked up to the shower and pulled the curtain aside. Some of my teammates were in the other cubicles, the water streaming down loudly.
Erica tucked a handful of hair behind her ear and stared back at me with those large blue eyes. I was reminded again of how luscious those lips were and I felt my dick stir. “Firstly, your training schedule.” She said it with such mathematical precision. I rolled my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked and I stepped into the shower cubicle.
“This isn’t what I want to talk about right after a game. I want to celebrate,” I said, positioning myself right under the showerhead. I was surprised and maybe even a little offended that she hadn’t been staring at my body. That she had barely noticed my dick. What was she made of? Steel?
“So what do you want me to ask you? About how you’ve been voted as the sexiest man in the country?” She threw the words at me, and I saw the sudden anger in her eyes. I had no idea why she was pissed off with me, but I laughed. Her cheeks had turned a dark red and her eyes had narrowed. I wanted to tear that shirt off her.
“If you want,” I said and this time, it was she who rolled her eyes.
“Like I said before, Kyle, this is a serious interview. I’m sorry that you don’t want to talk about this right after your game, but I’m just doing my job.” Erica shrugged and hooked a hand on her protruding waist. The notebook in her other hand swung against her thigh. I noticed those long legs, those slender long arms, the way her breasts bulged, and the fire in her eyes. I bit down on my lips and smiled.
“Do you think I’m being difficult, Erica?” I asked her and I spread my arms, placing my palms on the walls on either side of me. I was splayed for her, for her pleasure, for her eyes to feast on. I saw her gaze drop, her eyes subtly moved over my body, but she tried to maintain the intense look on her face.
“I’m not your babysitter Kyle, but yes, I would like to get this over with as fast as you do,” she said and raised an eyebrow. This still wasn’t the reaction I had been hoping for. I wanted to fuck her, or someone, or her, or anyone. I couldn’t be sure anymore. All I knew was that I wanted to see her naked.
“I’ll tell you what – I’ll answer all your questions if you step into this shower with me,” I said with a smirk and I watched her face change. She looked like she had taken offense, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“Excuse me? I think you’ve misunderstood what I’m here to do,” she said, but I had heard her voice shake. I had made her nervous.
“You want an interview with me, get in the shower,” I said, my smile disappearing from my face. I was desperate for her body now. I wondered if she could see it in my throbbing dick.
“I don’t have to do it,” she said, meeting my gaze confidently. Now I wanted her even more.
“Of course you don’t. It’s your choice. You can always come back later. My manager can set it up,” I said and shrugged. It wouldn’t kill me if she said no and walked away, but I truly wanted those clothes ripped.
I could see that she was thinking about it. Her brows were wrinkled and she was licking her lips. I mean, who would refuse an offer like this? There would be thousands of women who would happily oblige. What was taking her so long?
Now I saw her fully look at me, her eyes ran over my navel, then went down till they focused on what was between my legs. I could see her professional exterior crack a little. She needed that interview. She was going to get into the shower with me and feel my dick up against her ass. She was working it all out in her head, and no matter how moralistic and professional Erica Lee wanted to be, at the end of the day, she was just like any other hot-blooded young woman. She wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity.
“How will I take my notes?” she asked. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Chapter Five - Erica
The showerhead came on as soon as I stepped in. I was hoping that he might have given me some notice. The hot steamy water hit my body and I gasped with the shock. I knew exactly what was happening. He was seducing me. This was completely inappropriate, but this was also Kyle Murphy. You couldn’t put something like this past him. Yet, I did wonder if this was the kind of journalist I wanted to become. Someone who would do anything to get the scoop that she wanted. I still hadn’t thought about the fact that I had stepped into the shower because I wanted his body just as much as I wanted the interview.
I still tried to keep a straight face as the water poured over me. Kyle was smiling, watching my hair dampen and stick to the sides of my face.
“So, your training schedule,” I reminded him and he nodded.
“I wake up at six am, every day,” he began and I looked into his eyes. It was plain to see: he wanted me. I noticed the way the water streamed down his muscles, how his flesh glistened and shone in the water. He raised his hands and brushed them over his hair. My hair and my clothes were getting drenched.
“Then I eat a breakfast for champions.” He said it with a laugh. He was looking at my wet clothes now, where my shirt stuck to my breasts. My nipples were pert and sticking out of my clothes. He was watching them.
“Then I leave my house to hit the gym first,” he continued, and slowly he was taking a few steps towards me. I didn’t budge or move back, his slow voice had overtaken my senses. He was much taller than me, I had to crane my neck to look at him as he hovered over me.
“Do you want to know how many push-ups and crunches I do at the gym?” he asked and my lips parted just as he moved both his hands towards me.
I felt the buttons pop and my shirt rip. He had, with one swift motion, torn my shirt so that now it lay loosely hanging and wet, my breasts revealed. I was wearing a thin lace bra. Now it was wet too and Kyle was staring at it. There were goosebumps on my skin. He hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t prepared me for it and I had no will to stop him. I wanted him. I had felt his skin on mine and I wanted those large hands on my neck.
I hadn’t replied to his question, and he wasn’t waiting for a response.
“Do you have any more questions for me or can I just go ahead and fuck you now?” he asked with that same smile on his face. Our bodies were barely apart, my nipples grazing his chest. We stared at each other.
Then, I did something I would never have expected myself to do. I stood up on my toes and I kissed him. I took his lips in my mouth and I forced my tongue into his own. I heard his low growl as he grabbed my waist, his hands tightly gripping my flesh as he kissed me back. Our tongues were lashing against each other as he pulled me closer to him.
I could feel his hard dick sliding against my waist. I felt small and soft, clay in his hands. While we kissed I felt his hands ride up till he yanked my bra apart. My wet, waiting breasts were in his hands. He slid his fingers over them till he was flicking my erect, tight nipples. I winced with pleasure as he continued.
“Get down here,” he growled when we pulled apart. That smiling charming face was replaced by a darker look. He had turned into someone else, he looked like a beast ready to mount.
He had grabbed my waist again and flipped me around. My face met the slippery wall of the shower as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the ripping sound my trousers made as he tore into them. Then he slid my lace panty down.
“This is how I celebrate after a game. You can put that in your article,” he said with a hiss. Then I felt him thrust his dick into me. Again, he did it without warning, but I had been ready and wet for him this time. I surprised myself by screaming. He was big and tight inside me, and I could feel the hot steamy water fall on my back
as he pushed himself into me.
He laughed gently when I screamed and pulled out. His hands were on my ass, holding the cheeks apart as he slid into me again. My palms were flat against the slippery wall. He pulled out again and then thrust in with greater force this time.
I screamed again, oblivious to who could hear us. Then he increased his pace, rapidly pounding into me. My body shook, I lost my footing, but he was holding me in place with his grip on my ass and waist. Sometimes his hands moved up to squeeze my breasts and flick my nipples. I moaned loudly, our bodies made a loud squeaking noise with every thrust. I didn’t care who could hear. Kyle Murphy’s dick was inside me. He was fucking me with a ferociousness I had never experienced before.
I had forgotten about my interview, about my job, about everything else. All I wanted was for him to continue thrusting into me, slowly pushing me over the edge. His big hands held me tightly. He bunched up my hair as he rammed into me, giving him just the kind of grip he needed to really drill me.
Chapter Six - Kyle
I had expected a quickie in the shower after the game, but what I got was far from that. Erica’s body felt more delicious than I had imagined it to be under all those clothes. I was pumping into her, and I could feel her juices flow. Her breasts were big and juicy and she felt soft and small in my hands. She was screaming, moaning, yelling my name. It was like she was a completely different person from the moment she had stepped into the shower.
I reached over and touched her between her legs, soft pulpy sweetness between her thighs, and she moaned again. I couldn’t help but smile as I started massaging her where I could feel her sticky wetness flowing. Erica tried to straighten her body, but I held her down.
She was writhing under me as I continued drilling her, repeatedly, with an increased pace till I felt like I might not be able to control it anymore. She was soft and moist in my hands, and she moved her hips around so that I was losing all control. But my hand was doing the trick – I could feel her body shaking, vibrating as I stroked her gently. The contrast of my gentle stroking of her pussy against the fast and forceful thrusts from the back was what was making her body shake.
I could sense that she was going to come.
And come she did! She screamed my name aloud and writhed in my arms. I didn’t stop stroking her as I felt her orgasm, her juices flowing right into my hands. Her breasts shook and her shoulders shivered. I wanted to bite her back but I restrained myself. It was time for me to do the same. It was time for me to claim my prize.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I filled her up. I could feel myself emptying into her with force, shooting straight into her as she tightened her grip on me with her legs. She had straightened her back by now, our bodies squashed against each other, slipping and sliding in the water. I gasped as I came, and then I sighed. My face was against the back of her head, my hands squeezing her breasts. She sighed too.
We remained in that position for a few seconds till she slowly pulled herself away from me. I couldn’t help but smile. This was not the kind of sex I had expected from her. I thought she needed to be tamed, but she was more excitable than I was.
But when Erica turned to look at me, she wasn’t smiling. “I hope you got what you wanted, Kyle,” were her first words. My eyebrows automatically raised.
“Now, I’d like to get what I came here for,” she said, still standing under the full blast of the shower.
I couldn’t believe that she could still think about the interview after what had just happened… After she had been screaming my name, moaning, her body shaking against mine.
“I’ll give you your interview, Erica,” I told her. I wondered if she detected the growing anger in my voice. I wanted her to smile a little at me, to bite down on her lip and tell me how good she felt.
“And also some clothes. You’ve torn all my clothes. I don’t know how you expect me to leave this shower room without anything on.” She looked almost angry herself as she spoke.
I couldn’t remember ever fucking a woman who was angry with me immediately after. Usually, they couldn’t wait for more.
“You can wear my spare shirt while you wait. I’ll get Lewis to go buy you some new clothes in the meantime,” I told her, and reached for the shampoo and shower gel.
“Good. We can have our interview while I wait,” she said, running her fingers through her hair.
Before I had a chance to reply, she had turned on her heel and stepped out of the shower. I watched in surprise as she reached for the towel hanging from the hook outside and started drying herself off. She didn’t bother to look at me, nor did she ask when she took my shirt from where it lay, neatly folded, on the bench nearby. She wasn’t ashamed or shy when she slipped into it and sat down on the bench.
Her hair was damp. She had smoothed it so that it stuck to her head. Her eyes looked fresh, very large, and a glistening blue like a stormy sea. She crossed her bare long legs and folded her hands on her lap. Then she reached for her notepad and pen, which she had discarded earlier.
I washed myself while she sat there, waiting for me to finish. When I turned off the shower and stepped out, she was still looking at me intently. “You can go tell Lewis to get me some new clothes. I’ll wait here with the questions till then,” she said.
I stared at her in shock. This was the most confident woman I had met in my entire life. “You’re wearing half of my clothes,” I said weakly.
“You were walking around naked before. What is stopping you now? I’m sure Lewis will be easy to find, won’t he?” She was looking at me with a smirk on her face. Somehow, she had managed to turn this around. She was going to get her way.
I gulped and then turned, dripping wet still. There was no towel or no clothes for me. I walked completely naked back towards the locker where Lewis was waiting, talking to a few of my teammates. “I have a huge favor to ask you, Lewis,” I said as they all turned to look at me, surprised, wondering why I hadn’t dried myself off yet.
“You need to go and do some shopping for me,” I explained when Lewis looked back at me, worriedly.
Chapter Seven - Erica
This was not what I had planned. I detested him – detested the way Kyle Murphy behaved, the kind of self-righteous air he had about him, but he was sexy as hell. And we both had gotten what we wanted: each other’s body. And I had gotten my interview.
My dad had read the article too, and the same evening he had called. I let the phone ring till it reached voicemail and then I heard his voice leave a message. “You interviewed Kyle Murphy, kid? Your mother would be so proud.”
I bit down on my lip when I heard the message. I played it again, over and over. Yes, my mother would have been proud if she were still alive. But what about him? What was stopping him from admitting it… admitting that he was a little proud too?
Anyway, that was all over. Kyle Murphy was over. It had been two weeks since the article was published and my editor was already sending me out for games that I had never covered before. The interview was a success. My face was on the national map. My hard work had paid off. No journalist had ever gotten that close to Kyle Murphy before, nobody had asked those questions and neither had he bothered to answer any of them before. But I had caught him at the right time, when he was at his weakest, at his most satisfied. He had answered everything.
So, the interview was a success and I was beginning to forget about him until I started feeling sick. Not the kind of sickness in your stomach you feel when you’ve had too much takeout on a Friday night. No, this was sickness in the morning, sometimes at work. I had to run to the toilets, then wash my mouth and drink water to compose myself. It had been happening for over four days. It was time to take a pregnancy test.
I was in denial for the first few days, and then I took the test again. Kyle Murphy was a one-time thing, it was a quickie after a game, before an interview. Long gone now. And yet, I was pregnant with his child.
The first feelings of anger gave way to sadness, t
hen to panic, and then to a feeling of misery. What would happen to my career? I wasn’t ready to be a mother. What about my dad? This would give him something to laugh about. If he had a son, he wouldn’t have made such a mistake in the middle of a blossoming career, would he?
I smashed a flower vase in my apartment. Then, I googled Kyle Murphy on the internet and stared at images of him attending concerts, after-parties, and award ceremonies, a different woman on his arm each time. I had seen what was under all those clothes, those tuxedos in the photographs. He had been inside me. Those green eyes had looked directly into my face. He had nibbled my ears, touched my nipples… And now I was pregnant.
One bad decision, one moment of irresistible weakness and now I was pregnant with his child. I was carrying the child of a man I’d never meet again. Kyle Murphy was inaccessible to me. He was American royalty now. I couldn’t even get in touch with him if I wanted to. Not that I wanted to. As much as I would have liked him to take responsibility for what happened, I wouldn’t want my child to have a father like him.
I fluctuated between anger to feeling those warm feelings that a mother feels for her unborn child. The days went on, my sickness continued, and I tried to hold down the fort at the office, all the while coming to love the child growing inside me. The child that would never know its father. Never know that it had been conceived in a shower cubicle in the locker room, after an NFL game.
