“Oh no, nothing like that, I promise. It’s just, I was wondering if I could bring someone home with me?” I chew on my lip waiting for his response. I’ve never brought a guy home for Christmas. My parents met Keith but nothing formal really. I was usually catering to his parents and making appearances for them.
“Boyfriend?” He asks gruffly.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“If you want him here, then that’s fine. He better not be anything like that asshole you were with before.” My dad hated Keith from the moment they met. I think he’ll really like Tate, at least, I hope.
I smile, I love when my dad gets protective of me. “He’s not, trust me, he’s so much better.”
“Sounds like you really like this guy.”
“He’s great. I think you’ll like him too. Just make sure Mom behaves.”
He laughs. “I’ll do my best.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
I can hear my mom in the background. “A boyfriend. Why is she telling you and not me?” Here we go.
“Hey, I love you but yeah, I gotta go.”
We hang up after Mom starts in wanting to know fifty questions about Tate. I can’t deal with her. I love her but she is so overbearing. She gets way into my business. I hope she doesn’t make Tate uncomfortable. My mom is extremely open and thinks it’s okay to talk about my sex life. I shudder remembering her talking to me about her G-spot once.
I piddle around the room cleaning and organizing. My phone chimes with a new email. Keith. Ugh. I’ve not talked to him since I got serious with Tate. It only says Happy Thanksgiving. Ugh. Delete.
I’m almost in bed when someone knocks at my door. Tate.
I open the door to see he has a cut under his left eye and his knuckles are bleeding.
“What happened?” I pull him to the bathroom intent on cleaning him up. He smells like smoke.
“Fucking Tex got us in a fight. He was over at the house wasted. I wanted to make him sleep it off, but the dickhead insisted on going to some pool hall. He grabbed some biker’s woman on the ass, and yeah, you can fill in the rest.”
I shake my head and pull his ripped shirt over his head. “You need a shower.”
“Only if you wash me.” He grins.
“Wishful thinking.” I’m only teasing, I am so washing those yummy abs.
I turn the water on and grab some towels.
Tate undresses and steps under the spray of the water. I pull my tee over my head and slip my panties off before getting in behind him. It’s really not big enough for the two of us, but I’m not going to complain about being pressed up against him. Soaping up the washcloth, I start at his shoulders, massaging him as I wash. He groans in appreciation as I work down to his calves. When he turns around so I can continue up his front, I’m eyeball level to the head of his dick as it juts out, erect.
Licking my lips, I have to have him in my mouth. Something I’ve never wanted to do so damn badly for any guy before Tate. I wash him off. Staying down on my knees, he has no idea I am about to suck him off. His eyes are closed as the water washes down his torso.
My eager tongue licks his length, and his eyes pop open as he utters, “Fuck.” His hands go to the top of my head, egging me on as my lips cap over the head.
My tongue wraps around him as I taste and suck on my very own King lollipop. My lips are stretched around him as he thrusts in and out, fucking my mouth. The water is spraying overhead, raining down on us as my fingers dig in his hips.
A hiss passes through Tate’s lips. “Shit, Amaya. I’m so damn close.”
I moan as he finds his release, swallowing the taste of him down.
It isn’t long before he is shutting the water off and taking me to bed. I don’t attempt to get dressed. Tate is shoving me on my bed and his mouth is on me. His tongue sweeps over my clit as he pushes a finger inside me. My knees squeeze against his head, as he takes his time teasing and pleasing me. With my fingers in his hair, I beg him, “Make love to me.”
He grins up at me. “What kind of boyfriend would I be, if I didn’t give you the full experience?”
I yank on his hair and he laughs. His laughter vibrating against my sensitive skin.
I pull his hair harder. “Not funny.”
He looks at me with a lazy smile, and I melt under his touch as he adds a second finger.
His free hand hooks under my knee and he really gives me the full Tate King Sex God experience.
**
I’m lying in my bed after having my way with Tate, or him having his way with me? Who cares, it was amazing. I smile. I feel so content after three orgasms. One by his mouth, one by his hands, and the last by him burying himself deep inside me.
“Babe?” Tate says, his voice sounds tense.
“Yeah?”
“I have to admit something.”
My eyes narrow on him as I look up at him. “It’s not something bad, is it?”
“No, it’s just, well, I don’t need to do those dance classes with you anymore. Coach said my footwork is amazing again, and yeah.”
“So…wait, for the few classes, you’ve been doing these lessons, and you didn’t need them?” I want to laugh, but don’t because it’s sweet.
“I stopped needing them at Halloween, but I didn’t want to give up our time together. I knew if I told you before, you would have shut me out.”
Shit, he’s right. I would have filled up my time with training.
I smile. “Well I’m glad we got that time together. But just because you’re now fessing up, don’t think for a moment you are getting out of my audition.”
He laughs. “I wouldn’t dare.”
I snuggle into his chest as he pets my hair, and I feel so content. Happy. Happy feels really good right now. But being in Tate’s arms feels even better.
Chapter 25
Tate
I
finally fessed up to Amaya that I didn’t need to have the dance lessons anymore, but she’s still making me help her out with her audition in two days. Of course, everyone now knows I’m helping her out with it, and they have plans to try to sneak in to watch, and that even includes my parents. The guys have been riding my ass hard. If it were anyone else, I’d say no way. But this is for my woman. This is cutting into my study time for exams, but it means a lot to her. She means the world to me. I love her but haven’t said the words yet. I know it would only freak her out. She’s already anxious about me coming home for Christmas with her. I’m nervous too. I’ve never done the whole meet the parents gig, except for high school and that was just for prom and homecoming. This is different. This is for the girl I plan to marry someday.
I’m heading to the dance hall to practice one last time. She’s already there. She’s been pushing so hard to be prepared. I’m so damn proud of her. She thinks I don’t know, but she got my schedule from Big Tex so she could make sure she was making enough time for me.
I drop my bag on a chair and immediately strip down to my boxers. I had sweats to wear, but I love seeing the look on my woman’s face when I dance with in her in next to nothing. Her cheeks stay pink and her eyes never stray from me.
“Hey.” She beams at me. “You got something against pants?”
“I got something against anything that separates me from you,” I tell her with a wink.
She waits patiently while I warm up and go through a few stretches. I take my time, giving her plenty to look at. I still can’t dance, but the routine Amaya has needs me mainly for lifts and her dancing around me.
We go through every step of her routine twice maybe three times. My girl is laying on the floor trying to catch her breath after we pushed our bodies to the brink. She has no idea that I am about to push her even harder. For a while, I just lay next to her watching the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. She’s beautiful. The words, I love you, are hanging between us but I stop myself. I don’t need to rush this.
“Why are you staring at me like that for?”
> “Because I like to,” I confess.
“Tate…”
“What?”
“Stop being so damn wonderful all the time.” She grins and smacks at my chest.
I take possession of her hand and hold it to my chest.
We talk about the upcoming draft and what team I want to play for. My first choice is the Jets but thinking about it now has me worried about the future for Amaya and me. We are headed two different directions. I don’t mention that fact to her though. I know I need to enjoy what we have while we have it, but I plan on keeping her forever. She doesn’t know that yet, but when the time is right, I’ll makes sure she gets it. She’s it for me.
When she starts talking about going off with a ballet company, I have to shut her mouth with a kiss. I don’t want to hear her talking of being away from me, and I don’t want to fight about it so soon in our relationship. It’s too soon to predict the future, but we have right now. I need to stop worrying and be in the moment.
Her fingers dig into me as our kisses become more heated, passionate.
The floor beneath her is hard so I give her my shirt for a pillow.
“We could get caught,” she says, her voice raspy and low, sexy.
I shove her tank top up and undo her bra, moving it out of the way.
“And your point is?” I flick my tongue across her nipple and suck it into my mouth. She moans lightly and my cock goes rock hard.
Her hands skim down my back until they reach my butt, she squeezes me hard with her dainty digits, pulling me down on her.
“I want you,” she confesses.
“You have me, all of me,” I admit, wanting to say so much more but afraid of scaring her off. Isn’t this usually the girl’s problem? I want to laugh, but her mouth on my neck brings my attention back to pleasing her.
I kiss my way down her torso, needing nothing more than to be inside her, owning her in every possible way.
I trace the lines of her stomach muscles with my tongue. She tastes salty and sweet, like saltwater taffy. Her pulse quickens with every flick of my tongue. Her hips arch off the floor as she squirms beneath me. I love the trust she is putting in me tonight. Someone could walk in at any moment and see us, but it’s late, and the building has been quiet for an hour. I think she secretly enjoys the thrill of the possibility that anyone could see us. We never get time alone at the dorms. I don’t want the guys hearing her moans. Those are just for me. And Courtney loves to embarrass the fuck out of me.
Amaya’s fingers brush lazily through my hair as I continue to taste her delicate flesh. Her knees fall to the side in surrender. I push the crotch of her little booty shorts to the side and suck on her tender skin. The heat of her fire pulses against my mouth. I look up through hooded eyes and she’s breathtaking and so beautiful it hurts deep in my chest. With my hands cupping her butt off the floor as she pants, I whisper three little words that seem so small in comparison to the way I feel about her.
“I love you, Amaya.”
She stills beneath me, her breath hitches in her throat. She looks at me, and I mean really looks at me as her eyes bore into mine seeing directly to my soul.
“I love you more, Tate.”
I sigh with relief inside hearing the words back, I wasn’t sure she would feel as strongly as I do. I didn’t say it to hear it back, but damn it’s good to know that she feels it too.
After getting her shorts out of the way and struggling with my boxers getting wrapped around my ankles, I thrust deep inside her, filling her to the hilt. She pushes up, meeting me thrust for thrust. Making love to Amaya without a condom doesn’t even dawn on me until I am getting off. I know she takes the shot so I’m not all that worried about it. But as I am inside her, with my come spilling into her, I can’t help but think of her having my baby one day and wanting nothing more.
**
I don’t know if I can do this. I’m sweating more right now, than I do when I’m out on the field. It’s not even me that is going to get a position in this company, but the fact that everyone I fucking know is out there to watch me, that is making me nervous. They weren’t supposed to be allowed in, but my family swayed the panel. Told them it meant the world to them to see me dance. Assholes. As if I’m not freaking out enough already.
“Tate, honey, calm down. When we get out there, pretend no one else exists, just me and you. Like in the classroom,” Amaya’s sweet voice tells me. “And if you don’t mess up on me, I promise to try anal with you.”
My head whips so fast, I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash, to look at her. “You got yourself a deal.” I’m fucking on cloud nine now. I can’t contain my smile.
She shakes her head with a nervous laugh. “I said I’d promise to try, doesn’t mean it will be successful.”
I shrug. “Trying is good enough for me.” And it is. She always wants to try it when we’re in the moment, but then chickens out when I start to actually go for it.
The judges call her name. Shit. This is it. I really have to go out there now.
Amaya squeezes my hand. “Just like we rehearsed.”
Easier said than done.
I follow her to the stage and take my place. I hear a whistle and shake my head. My family will never let me forget this. I have to get this right for my girl too. Someone clears their throat and the music starts. I take a deep breath and count the steps in my head, hoping I don’t come off stiff.
I watch Amaya do her thing, stepping in where needed to lift her.
Somehow the routine goes smoothly and the judges on the panel seem to be pleased.
An applause breaks out from the back of the theater where our private audience is seated as we take our bow.
Amaya mouths, “Thank you,” at me and I know I have made her happy. That’s all I want is to see her smile.
**
After Amaya and I clean up after our performance we’re accosted by my family. Great.
“Oh, my goodness, that was so amazing. Tatey-poo, I didn’t know you could dance like that,” Mom gushes. Her eyes are lit up with pride.
“I was watching you two at first, and I had to turn away, because I swear it looked like you two were about to rip off each other’s clothes. I don’t need to see that, so I watched your father’s face instead, and even that mean looking judge clapped as if he loved you!” Cindy rushes out all giddy.
“I can’t even make fun of you. I thought for sure you would be doing girly twirls and shit or something,” Tex says, sounding put out.
“Thanks for coming, man.”
“Wouldn’t have missed it.” He fist bumps me and I laugh.
Amaya smiles, excited over their reactions to our performance. Everyone is doting on her and she is eating up the praise. She should though. My woman was kick ass.
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her out of the building. “You promised me some trying, so we’re gonna get on with that now.”
She squeals. “Tate, what about your family?”
“They understand what is happening right now. Trust me, I’m claiming my reward.”
“Babe,” she squeals, as I carry her to the car.
I drive like a mad man to the nearest hotel. I want one night to celebrate with my girl. One night, no roommates or interruptions.
“What are we doing here?”
“Tonight, I am having you to myself.”
She swallows. “Okay.”
I park the car and get us checked in for the night. When we get in the room, we grab a quick joint shower to get cleaned up. I’m lying on the bed waiting for my girl to get out of the bathroom. I think she’s nervous and reconsidering. I’d never force her to do anything she isn’t into, but fuck I am hoping she will give it a try.
Finally, the bathroom door opens and Amaya steps out still wrapped in her towel. This is a good sign.
“Come here.” I hold my arms open to her.
She gives me a coy smile before dropping her towel and crawling across the bed to me.
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p; “Hey,” I say before claiming her mouth. I know I need to take my time and make this good for her.
I kiss her soft and slow, piloting her body with my hands and mouth. Kissing her most sensitive spots.
She works her fingers down my back, scratching me as she trails her way to my ass.
I slide down her body and work on loosening her up. By the time I am through with her, she will be begging me to take her ass.
My tongue licks her from clit to ass and she shudders as I repeat the motion, over and over again.
Parting her pussy lips, I delve inside her walls with my tongue and pinch her clit between my fingers, rubbing and rolling her tender bundle of nerves.
Her taste explodes on my tongue.
“Mmmm,” I hum against her clit as my fingers get coated in her arousal. I rub her juices over her forbidden button and get her ready to take my finger. Her hips are bucking as she pants out in desperation. She’s so close to an orgasm but I keep her on the edge denying her the pleasure.
I slide a finger in, but it’s difficult. Fuck she’s tight, she can barely take my finger. How the fuck is she gonna take my cock?
I lift my face from her clit and look up at her. “Am, baby, relax.”
“I don’t know if I can do that, Tate. It feels like I have to you know….,” she says with a blush.
I laugh. “Okay, baby. How about this. When I sink inside you, I try a finger in there, see if you can relax then?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods, shyly. “Okay.”
“Good.” I smile and roll to my back, holding my cock upright for her. “Get on.”
Amaya sinks down on me, and I groan with pure elation. She fits to me perfectly. I let her have full control, setting her own pace as she glides up and down my cock, slow and steady. Her eyes are locked on mine, filled with desire and love.
Fuck, I love this girl. I smack her ass playfully and tell her, “That’s it, baby. Ride me.” And damn if she doesn’t move faster, taking what she wants. I can feel her getting close to an orgasm. While she’s heavy in the moment I go for what I want once more. Her chest is pressed to mine as she kisses me, and I rub my finger along the slit of her cheeks and push knuckle deep and she moans. “How’s that feel?” I question.
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