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I turn and find him there standing inches away, this mountain of a man who I’m certain I’m falling for, taking his shirt off. I swallow hard and am taken by the intricate tattoo covering his pec. I thought the tattoo on his left arm stopped at some point, but that was probably because I hadn’t seen him with his shirt off until now. I step out of the pool, coming face to face with him.
With no hesitation, my fingers trace the planes of his pecs, down to his abs, and along the waistband of his joggers. “Okay, Alex. You win.”
“This isn’t a competition.” His hands grip the edge of my sweater. He looks at me and I nod. In one motion, he pulls the piece of clothing up, and over my head. “Fucking beautiful.”
Everything changes in this moment.
TEN
ALEX
Kelsey’s fucking gorgeous. I don’t know how else to explain what my eyes see when I look at her. She’s a babe. A ten plus. She drives me crazy and just thinking about her makes me hard. Kelsey stands in front of me, in a white bra. There’s nothing fancy about it, yet it’s perfect. Knowing what’s underneath the minimal covering has my fingers itching for a feel and my tongue begging for a taste.
My eyes go from hers to her breasts and back. The ping-pong match is dizzying, but I don’t know where I want to look. Hell yes, I want to look into her eyes when I touch her for the first time, but damn it, I want to catch the moment her nipple pebbles too.
Kelsey’s hands go behind her back and then the straps of her bra fall forward. I stand there, stunned, like a young man seeing titty for the first time. I know what to do. I know how to make her feel good. Except my moves are fuzzy. This is what she does to me—makes me forget—in a good way.
Finally, my hand cups her breast, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. Her mounds fit perfectly in my hand, as if they were made for me. I cup her other breast, massaging both of them until my thumbs graze her nipples lightly. Her breath catches and it’s like a flip switches on in my mind.
Most of the time, I enjoy our height differences, until moments like this. I bend awkwardly and take one breast into my mouth, sucking and nipping at her flesh. Her fingers dig into my shoulder, her nails biting at my skin. I’m content here, until I feel her fingers push at my waist band and her hand . . .
“Holy fuck, Kels.” My eyes definitely roll back as she grips my shaft, and it’s my breath that catches when her thumb rubs over the tip of my cock. I’m hard within seconds and all thoughts of skinny dipping, dinner, and taking things slow with her are out the window. I pick her up, regretting the loss of her hand around my dick, and carry her toward my bedroom. She kisses me and rocks her hips against my erection. I’ve never been so thankful for my pants as I am now. Hers too. Because the way her hips are moving, I’d be inside of her by now.
Thankfully, I never shut the sliding glass door to my bedroom after the tour I gave Kelsey and walk easily into my room. I set her on my bed, and she falls gently with a plop and stares at me with lust-filled eyes. I step back and take her in, with her smoldering gaze, red pouty lips, and devilish grin.
“I have something to say before we cross this line. I’m not the player type that you read about, Kels. I don’t fuck around on the woman I’m dating or frequent bars when I’m on road trips. That’s not the type of man I am.”
“Thank you for telling me.” She leans back onto my bed, her dark hair splaying out along my comforter. Kelsey tilts her head toward me and then her fingers go to the button on her jeans. She’s watching me watch her. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Kelsey shimmies out of her pants and pushes them off her ankles. I know I should’ve helped her, but I’m stock still in awe of her right now. First times are usually a clumsy mess of two people trying to get each other’s clothes off, but not with her. She knows what she wants and has no qualms about showing me.
I push my joggers down and bend to take them off. I could’ve easily kicked them off but I’m afraid I’m going to stumble and fall flat on my ass. When I stand tall, she’s seeing me in all my glory for the first time. My hand goes to my dick. I stroke myself, watching as she licks her lips.
“Come here,” she says as she scoots to the middle of my bed. I want to do as she says but divert to my nightstand to grab a condom. I show it to her, and she nods. And then, I crawl to her, right between her legs.
Hovering over her, I kiss her with as much passion as I can muster and steady myself on one hand, while the other explores her body.
“I want to feel you,” she says against my lips.
“Foreplay,” I say in return.
She takes my hand and puts it on her sex. “No, now. Foreplay later. I want to feel you, Alex.”
Those words are my undoing. I sit up and sheath my erection before lining myself up. I hesitate for a moment before entering. If she notices, she doesn’t say anything, and I plan to make her forget.
* * *
There arethings I should be doing. Warming up would be smart, but I’m anxious to see Kelsey. I dropped her off at her house before I had to report to the team hotel for the mandatory stay before our home game. Kelsey didn’t understand why we had to do this until I explained the gamut of things that could go wrong on game day, and then it made sense to her. Still, leaving her after having her, was the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a long time.
All morning, I’ve been on edge, wondering if I planned Kelsey’s first game perfectly. I made sure she had two tickets, and gear for her friend, and asked Myles to meet her out front to bring her into the stadium. So far, so good.
Of course, all my confidence might be from the high I’m still feeling from the other night. Remarkable is an understatement. We were perfect together.
Kelsey’s walking toward me wearing jeans and the jersey I picked up for her. I have no shame, my name’s on the back, and after our night together, I’m ecstatic knowing it’s there. Her friend Basha is with her, along with Myles.
They’re standing near the wall. Far enough out of reach, but still close that I can see her and hear what they’re talking about. Well mostly. I pick up bits and pieces over the loud chatter of my teammates and laugh when I hear “men,” “tight pants,” and “bending over.” We make eye contact. She smiles and gives me a knowing look. Similar to the one she gave me last night when I had her bent over the side of my couch.
Memories of last night flood my mind. Kelsey. Me. Heads fallen back, sweat beading down our torsos. Names said over and over as we gave ourselves to one another.
