“There’s our Uber,” he says, pointing across the street. We both do a double take before crossing and getting into the car.

“How’re you guys doing tonight?” the driver asks us.

“Good,” we both say at the same time.

My hand lies flat against the middle seat of the car. I glance at his body. Tonight, he’s dressed sharply, but I know what he looks like in his gym clothes. I know how strong his body is.

It’s not just his body I’m attracted to. It’s the whole thing. When he talks to me, he looks straight into my eyes. When he smiles, his teeth are perfect and white. He has a manly face with a perfect jawline. He’s just… fuck, he’s one of those guys you see on TV and drool over. And he doesn’t seem like one of those assholes either. He’s nothing like my ex.

“So, where are you taking me to, Jacqueline?” he asks. We pass through a tunnel on the freeway.

“To my dungeon,” I joke.

His eyes light up. “Wow, your dungeon? You know just what I like, don’t you?”

My chest fills with excitement. “Yep,” I say.

I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry from being so damn nervous around him. When I think about the situation, it’s totally crazy. This guy is a famous athlete. Everyone at the party probably knows who he is, but for some reason he is talking to me.

“You’re wild, aren’t you?” he asks.

I laugh and blush, unable to answer the question. Then, of course, I remember the gym. I remember how he looked my way and walked right past me. I remember that girl he was talking to and I get a sour feeling in my stomach. Maybe he is just like the rest of them. He’s probably a total player.

“Do you go to that gym often?” I ask.

“Lately, I have. It’s better than the hotel’s,” he says.

Who was that trainer he was talking to? How does he know her? I can’t just outright ask him about it, but I really wish I could.

“We’re here,” the driver says, interrupting my thoughts. We thank him and exit the car.

“Welcome to west Seattle,” I say. Not too far off is the entrance to where I want to take him. Alki Beach, one of my favorite spots in this city.

“Wow,” he says, looking into the distance. “You can see the whole city.”

I lead him forward to the entrance onto the sand. “Come on,” I say. He grabs my hand as we walk and I immediately feel my body turn to mush.

First, I thought this night would be the night to remember. Next thing I knew, I was standing outside, alone. I was depressed. Sharon met up with her guy way too early. I guess he left work just to see her. So there I was, standing in the cold, waiting until I mustered up the courage to just call it a night. But then he came. Somehow, he came. Maybe this is the night to remember. Maybe things can work out good for someone like me.

He takes off his shoes and laughs to himself. “I’m glad this happened,” he says. “I thought tonight was going to be a dud.”

“Me too,” I say, chucking my expensive heels off to the side, near a cement pillar.

He takes a seat on the sand with me, and we just sit for a while, without saying much. “It’s beautiful,” he says. “The whole city like this. Kind of reminds me of the east coast or something. Look at the Space Needle there.”

“It’s Seattle’s little gem,” I say. I reach into my purse and pull out a bottle of beer. “Um, so I stole this at your little party.”

His smile turns deviant. “You are bad,” he says.

“Nope.” I strike a pose. “I’m one of those good girls.”

His eyes trail down for a brief second and my body turns hot. I squirm when I feel my panties start to soak. I want him. Oh, god. Why am I already so into this? This is bad. Sometimes you just fall into things. I don’t know why, but this feels like a special night.

“Want to share it?” My eyebrows move up and down, teasing him.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says. I hand him the beer to open it. He takes the front end into his mouth and bites down against the top. He cracks it open with his teeth and spits the cap out.

“Bravo,” I say. I laugh and take a swig when he hands me the bottle. “You do that for all the ladies?”

“Yeah it really gets them wet,” he says. There’s a pause and I feel it again, between my legs. The mere mention of him getting a woman wet sets me off.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

His face moves for a second and he bites his tongue. “Sorry, I guess that was kind of crass. I’m used to being trapped with a bunch of dudes. If you can only imagine how bad it can get,” he says.

“Don’t apologize. I’m a grown woman. I can handle talk like that,” I say.

Dirty talk. Please give me more of it. Just do it. Who cares how I’ll react. Right now, there is a lot more I can handle. Tonight is the night for things to happen.

My lips wrap around the bottle as I pull it back. I swallow the contents and hand it back over to him. He takes a swig and lies back on the sand. “Maybe I was wrong about this place,” he says. “I just wish I had more time here, you know?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

He hands me back the bottle and I lay on the sand with him, so close to him now. He’s leaving soon and I know if I fall too far into this, I’ll be in a world of hurt and pain. I guess this is why I tend to stay indoors. It took me so long to fix things within myself, to feel a tiny bit better about where I am. I don’t want my heart to break ever again.

“I kind of wish you had more time too,” I say.

I just let the words come out. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the realization that there’s not much time left. I know it’s dangerous to come at these things head on, but sometimes you take risks just because they’re offered to you, despite the fact that they could break you in the future.

Besides, right now, I want to be broken.

“Yeah? You’d like it if I stayed a little longer?” he asks.

I shrug, but he smiles. “Yeah, maybe. I mean, I don’t really know you, but you seem nice.”

“Thanks. I was thinking the same thing. Plus, you’re kind of cute,” he says.

I feel myself blush, but luckily, the darkness of the beach covers up the color on my face. I hand the beer back to him. He drinks some and gives it back to me. I finish the rest and feel his hand touch mine again. My fingers curl around his palm, feeling the toughness and the rough outlines where he normally grips his stick. I gulp again, this time, feeling more confident, but still, I have to ask him something important.

“And that trainer at the gym? Do you think she’s cute?” I ask him. My eyes are searching for the answer. He pulls back his hand and sits up.

“Seriously? Becky?” he asks. He looks surprised that I even brought her up.

I reveal a bit too much of my annoyance, but girls like her have always pissed me off. They strut around, feeling so great about themselves because they conform to today’s beauty standards perfectly, but they don’t offer anything of substance. At least, that’s how it feels.

“Whatever her stupid name is,” I say.

“All I have to say is hell no. That’s Bronson’s girl. Well, he thinks she’s his girl at least. I don’t think she really likes him,” he says.

“I don’t know Bronson,” I tell him.

He chuckles. This time he touches my thigh. “Trust me. You don’t want to,” he says. He continues, “Those types of women, the standard cover girls… they’re not for me. If they were, I’d be back at that party, finding one to take back to my hotel.”

“You’re lying. Every guy likes those types of women,” I say, laughing awkwardly. I don’t even know why I’m going down this path. Clearly my insecurities are getting the best of me.

“Not me. I’m not a child. I want someone real, someone with a lot to offer the world. Otherwise, what’s the point? I’m talking to you for a reason, Jackie,” he says.

This time, I place my palm over the hand that’s touching my thigh. He squeezes and looks into my eyes confidently. “Okay,” I whisper, barely making out the words.

Something happens to both of us. Between the lights shining against the water and the feeling that’s both inside of us, we close our eyes and move our heads toward each other. I open my mouth and feel his lips crush against mine. I feel infinite in this moment, as if things are going to go my way for once.

He’s such a good kisser. His hand moves to cradle the back of my head. I completely fall into him, my body scooting forward on the sand. I can’t handle this. It’s too much. It feels to fucking good. I open my eyes and move back.

“What are we doing?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I say.

“I’ll be gone in a week,” he whispers, lowering his eyes.

“So what? We have a week then,” I say.

No more words need to be spoken. My hands touch his arms. They’re strong and tight, as strong as the brick wall we were leaning against earlier. My fingers trail down to his abdomen. I feel each ripple of muscle, pressing against his shirt. My heart is pounding against my sternum. I can barely think because of it.

“We should go somewhere,” he says. I nod and agree.

I text Sharon, excitedly. “Have fun tonight. Met someone. Talk to you tomorrow.”

* * *

Another Uber ride and we’re back at my place. The rest of his team are apparently having some kind of after party, but he doesn’t want any part in that and neither do I. I’m sort of wondering how all of this connected because I’m feeling better than I’ve felt in years. During the whole drive, we kissed. His hands felt around my body, touching my legs and stomach, before getting closer to what he’s been aching for. He keeps telling me how beautiful I am, how “perfect” I am.

“You have the most gorgeous body,” he says to me. And I can’t help but fall into every word.

When we walk up the steps to my house, I lean against the front door and dangle the keys in front of him. He wraps his arms around my waist. He pushes my whole body against the door, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around him, holding on tightly, while we kiss. We pull away and he grunts with pleasure. I fumble with my keys until I finally get the door open.

“Nice place,” he says.

“Who cares,” I whisper, falling back onto my couch.

He scoots toward me, placing himself in between his legs. I lift up his shirt as we kiss. All of my emotions are going haywire right now. As his shirt comes off, I notice the tattoos on his body and the muscles that swell around them.

“Did they hurt?” I ask him.

“No, they felt good,” he says. “But I’m a glutton for pain sometimes.”

My eyes widen as I fall back further onto the couch. “Me too,” I say.

I grab the front of his pants and place my thumb underneath his belt buckle. I pull him forward and smell his cologne. He smells so fucking good. Each time I feel his lips kiss mine, the cologne accompanies the feeling. I’m falling fast into this. He’s more of a man than any guy I’ve ever been with before.

“What kind of things do you like? I want you to tell me everything,” he says, grinning.

He lowers his head and kisses the side of my neck. Goose bumps shoot across my body. I feel a wave of pleasure enter my stomach and in between my legs. I can barely hold on at this point.

“I like that,” I whisper. He bites down, but not too hard.

“You like that too?” he asks.

“Yes, but harder,” I say.

He bites down harder. I wriggle the lower half of my body. My legs grasp tightly around him still. I undo the front of his belt buckle. His lips move lower, toward my clavicle. He bites again. I feel the surge of pleasure take over.

“Mmm,” I whisper.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days now,” he reveals. “Ever since I saw you at that gym, I knew I needed to have you.”

“You have?” I ask him.

I unclasp his buckle and pull the belt through the loops. I throw it off to the side.

“I’ve imagined what you taste like, what you’d feel like around my cock,” he says.

I grab the front of his jeans. The outline is hard and thick, and is much bigger than what I imagined. I trail down and feel the head of his cock. I unzip his pants and press the buttons through the hole. His hands move up my crop top with ease. He pulls my shirt up until my breasts come tumbling out.

He comes at me like a hungry wolf. Mouth wide open, his lips begin sucking each nipple.

“Fuck,” he whispers, as if he just found the way into heaven.

His body is towering and strong. I don’t stop him when his hand slides down my stomach, past where my skirt latches tightly. I don’t protest when he unlatches that red skirt, sliding it down my thighs.

He lowers his head and kisses my navel. I take a sharp breath in and press my tongue against my teeth. He drags his lips downward, to my wet panties. He grabs them with his teeth and slowly rolls them down. He grunts like a wild animal and lets them fall to the floor. He looks up one more time, before giving me a cocky smile.

His eyes remain fixed on me, teasing me. He kisses my lips. He lightly licks. I reach down and run my fingers through his hair before he goes all in. Two fingers slide inside of me, arching against my g-spot. I push my back upward, lifting it away from the couch. I fall back when his tongue finally lowers down.

His mouth wraps around me. His fingers slide in deeper. He picks up the pace, looking up at me the whole time.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he says.

I run my hands across his arms. “You’re so strong,” I whisper. “You’re massive.”

I feel myself getting closer to the tipping point. His tongue is firmly rooted against my clit. His free hand slides over my body.

He scoots forward and wraps that hand around my ass. He holds me like I’m his. I grab his hair and hold on. I begin pushing his face down on me as the pressure begins to build.

“Wait,” I whisper. “It’s too much.” But he won’t stop. He just looks up briefly and smiles.

“I’m going to make you cum,” he says.

His fingers slide faster and faster. The room’s temperature seems to rise. I can’t hold on. I just can’t. I let go of him and start to moan loudly. It all comes to an edge.

“Oh…” My mind drops away.

Everything feels distant except for him. I look down and see his lips curl around me, his fingers moving so quickly. I’m beyond wet. I’m soaking and it feels unbelievable.

And then the world comes tumbling back and the pressure pops like a balloon full of confetti. I haven’t cum from someone else in years. I completely forgot what it feels like. My jaw drops and my head bobbles back and forth. My stomach shakes with tremors.

“Fuck!” I cry out and grab onto the couch for dear life. “Lawrence!” I scream.

The orgasm is the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced. I’m speechless for what feels like an eternity, muscles contracting.

“Cum for me,” he keeps whispering.

My pussy cramps around his fingers. When I release, I’m a shattered being, but I’ve got the biggest smile on my face.

I don’t even witness him taking his pants off, but when my vision comes back to me, I see him in all his glory. He’s hard and he’s ready. This time, there’s no grin on his face.

I reach in front of me and feel it. “Can I taste it?” I ask him. He touches my hair and holds the side of my head.

“You can do whatever you want,” he says.

I run my fingers across his shaft. I feel his perfect head. I’ve been with a decent amount of men, but I’ve never seen a cock like his. It’s beautiful. My palm wraps around it. It has to be at least nine or ten inches. It covers my whole hand. I open my mouth and close my eyes, enjoying the fact that I please him so much.

He tilts his head back and whispers, “Fuck, baby. This feels so good.”

His fingers play through my hair. He takes a fistful of hair into his hands and guides me forward. My lips roll over his cock and I finally taste him.

“Oh, god,” he says. I slide him in deeper. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Not yet,” I tease, pulling him back out. I trail my tongue across the bottom and the sides of his shaft. “You’re going to have to fuck me first.”

He breathes heavy and grunts. His grip tightens. “You want this cock bad, don’t you?” he asks, knowing the answer. I don’t normally like giving head, but there’s something about him that makes me want to.

“It’s so big,” I mutter, holding it in my hands.

I rub it against my cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it. My legs begin to shake. I want him inside of me so fucking bad.

“It’s good to be blessed,” he says. “Now, open wide for me.

I take him in again. This time, he hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Extra saliva comes up. I spit it back onto his cock.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers.

“I want to be,” I say.

He smiles and pets my face. I take him in even deeper, gagging again. He seems to like it more when I do that and I like tasting him.

“That’s right. Suck it for me, darling,” he says.

I move my head back and forth. My hand motions up and down, pumping him like a machine.

“Fuck, I want to shoot my cum down your throat,” he growls.

He reaches down and smacks my ass hard. I feel the stinging sensation rise up in my body.

“Okay, get on your back. I need to fuck you senselessly,” he commands.

“Only if you treat me wrong,” I say.

He smirks. Saliva hangs off his cock. He rubs it all over his head and shaft, shining it. “I think I can handle that.” A shiver races up my spine. The small hairs on my neck stand in place.

“Promise?” I ask him with big, doe eyes.

He grabs my body and picks me up. He carries me to the hallway and kicks open the door to my bedroom. He throws me on the bed.

“Get on your back,” he says.

But I don’t obey him. He grins and pounces on the mattress. Like a wolf, he crawls toward me. He takes his hand and pins me down. It’s so easy for such a strong man like him.

“On your back,” he repeats. But I’m already on my back and he’s looming over me with that huge cock. I look down at it and he wastes no time.

“Lawrence,” I whisper.

“Just take a deep breath and let go,” he says.

I fully let go of all control. In my normal daily life, I’m forced to be strong. Here, with him, I realize I can let go. I can be absent of everything.

And then I feel him penetrate me. I moan, jaw dropping. I feel every inch thrust inside of me. He wastes no time. Even though he’s thicker than a bull, I’m wet enough that he slides right in.

Both palms grab my tits hungrily. He lowers his head and thrusts in deeper. His hands grab around my rib cage, while he gazes into my eyes. It’s in this moment where I reach upward and feel his perfect abs. His muscles are immaculate and like no other guy I’ve been with. Small scars can be seen on his body, where he’s been knocked down onto the ice. He is the epitome of strength, of discipline, and I’m the reward for all of his hard work.

“Turn around,” he groans. “I want to see you.”

Fully naked, I roll over on the bed and arch my back up. Playfully, he grabs my ass and issues a masculine grunt of pleasure. He smacks my skin and leans over to kiss the red handprint. “This is mine now,” he says, smiling to himself.

“Is that so?” I smile back. His hand cups firmly around my ass cheek, fingers grazing my lips.

“This pussy is mine. These legs are mine. These curves… these are mine too,” he says, running his teeth across me.

I push my back against him and feel him slip inside of me. Hushed moans fill the room. My bed squeaks as he thrusts forward. His hand falls to my shoulder for more control, but he can’t resist brushing through my hair with his fingers. He takes a deep breath and lets out a loud roar. I keep pushing my ass back, toward him, so that he can’t escape.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” he says.

“Maybe I want to,” I whisper.

“You dirty girl,” he says.

I keep the pace going. He smacks my ass and grabs a handful of hair.

“I want you to fill me with your cum,” I say.

It’s dirtier than I usually ever get, but when you’re in the mood for something crazy, you have to just let it all out. He pulls back my hair, and I feel my scalp tighten. My head falls back. He starts pounding me harder and faster.

“I’m going to give you every last drop,” he says.

His cock has grown. I swear. He’s thick and commanding inside of me and I love that I can keep him like this. He’s like the Energizer bunny. I’ve never been with a man this determined. I can’t help but feel good about myself. I feel beautiful and capable. Somehow, in between his heavy thrusts, I find a sense of peace.

“I’m going to spill my seed,” he says.

The choice of words shocks me at first. It’s so vulgar and potent of an image, but it immediately turns me on. I try and look back as his cock pulsates in and out of me. I feel my inner core tighten. I’m going to cum. My legs give out and I fall onto the bed sheets.

I scream his name, “Lawrence!”

I fall into ultimate pleasure. A huge smile forms on my face as he pushes down onto my body.

And then I feel him hold onto me for dear life. I hear him let out a thunderous noise of masculinity, rage, and pleasure. His cock seems to thicken and contract. I feel him cum inside of me. With each wave he pumps harder. Once, twice, three times. He holds himself steady and sighs with satisfaction.

“That was…” I stop myself from finishing the sentence, hoping he enjoyed it as much as I did. I immediately feel myself grow self conscious, but when he reaches up and brushes my cheek, I know that everything is good.

“That was fucking incredible,” he says.

He kisses me again. The look on his face is one of incredulity. “How did we find each other?”

“Fate,” I say, jokingly.

“It must’ve been,” he says. “I’m pissed I have to leave here in a week.”

A short wave of indecision enters into my stomach. “Well, we have a week then,” I say.

But as I say those words, I regret them even faster. Is that what he wants from me? Does he want to see me again, or is he just being polite? I don’t know why I doubt myself, but these moments are delicate.

“So I can spend the night?” he asks me.

I slowly nod my head. “Sure,” I say, coolly. “Whatever you want.”

So… I have this famous athlete and he’s in my bed. He wants to spend the night. Am I dreaming? Is this reality? I never thought anything like this would happen. I’m just an ordinary woman. I never really put myself out there, but somehow I hit the weekly jackpot.

He wraps his huge arms around me and rolls me on top of him. “I’m having fun with you,” he says, kissing me again.

It’s bad. I’m having fun too.