Chapter 17 – Hanson
Fucking Lacey was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. I loved looking down at her bare pussy spread open wide for me. I loved feeling myself pulsing inside her warm, tight pussy.
And the best part was, I could tell she loved it too. She was a wildcat in bed. After I took her to the bedroom, she got on top of me and rode me like there was no tomorrow, orgasming another time before I had even come close to reaching my peak. She gave herself over to the act with reckless abandon, completely comfortable in her own skin and at ease with her sexuality.
It wasn’t often that I was with women who were as confident about themselves as Lacey was. It was a huge turn on.
“I don’t want this to ever end,” I found myself saying to her, and then I reminded myself to shut up. Calm down.
I was so tempted to let myself go with her, just as much as she was letting herself go with me. But I needed to stay strong. I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea— that I was weak or that I had feelings for her.
But she was making me lose my mind and I was thinking thoughts I shouldn’t have been. Her eyes were back in her head and then she was looking deeply into mine as she called out, “Hanson! Hanson! Hanson!”
“Yeah, Baby,” I told her, plunging myself even deeper into her pussy, pulling her ass cheeks apart and spanking them a bit for good measure. I had to punish her for bringing me to my knees for her. “Take this big cock in your tiny little pussy hole. I know you like it.”
“I love it,” she called out, on the verge of coming again. I could tell by the way her pussy quivered and her voice changed. I loved owning her, claiming her, taking over all of her senses and making her mine. “It feels so good.”
I pumped myself in and out of her and then I felt a tug at the base of my balls. She reached around to squeeze them, which hastened my release.
“I’m coming,” I told her, as I throbbed inside her. “I’m fucking coming right now.”
My breathing began to match hers once we were done. I’m a world class professional athlete but fucking Lacey was still a work out for me. And I loved it.
When we were finally done, I got up to throw away the condom. I stared at her as she was lying down in the moonlight that fell through the open window, satiated. She looked at me through hooded eyes, and I’d thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Fuck. Her body. It was better than I could have imagined. I loved looking at it naked and vulnerable.
Milky skin that stretched evenly across her toned physique, which she was obviously taking care of. And judging by how well she kept up with me, she was fit, too. Yet she was full of curves and had meat on her bones. She was the perfect combination of soft womanhood and fierce strength.
This was the kind of woman an athlete like me deserved. I was used to treats every now and then, but Lacey had been a three-course meal.
“That was amazing,” she said, sighing under her breath as we both indulged in sleepy relaxation next to one another.
“That was…”
I stopped, not wanting to finish my sentence.
The best sex I’d ever had. With one of the most fascinating creatures I’d ever met.
I changed direction, not wanting to give up too much of myself to someone I couldn’t really be with. The fact that I was even wanting to be with her surprised me. This wasn’t the Hanson everyone knew and loved— or hated. I was already changing for her.
I chuckled at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, propping her head on her hand to get a better look at me.
“Here’s the part where you tell me this was all part of your PR skills, right? All a big scheme you cooked up? Somehow you have converted me into the perfect image of the perfect football player, with the power of your talents in the bedroom?”
I was laughing but part of me was wondering if it could be true. If so, I didn’t even care. As she joined me in laughter— hers lyrical and sweet whereas mine was more sarcastic-sounding and gruff— I thought we sounded pretty damn good together. We did everything pretty good together.
“Glad to hear you think I have bedroom talents,” she said, when we had finished laughing.
“I think you have a lot of things,” I told her.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I decided to let it rest. There was nothing I could say to her right now that wouldn’t be mixing our professional and personal lives. Sex was one thing— a forbidden romp with a colleague or a secret fling after everyone else left the party; those were the stories that people told during drunken trips down memory lane. But none of those relationships ever lasted. They were just built on fantasy.
I ran my hand down her hair, not wanting the night to end. We weren’t supposed to be doing this but I was so glad we were. I have never been known for following rules and they all went out the window the minute I saw Lacey’s amazing ass, which I now had the pleasure of putting my hands all over.
My last thoughts before I drifted off were perfect. I had a feeling I would sleep like a baby for the first time in a very long time.