“Are you okay, baby?” Her cheek feels smooth under my calloused fingertips, but I don’t breathe until a smile stretches the skin.
“You won,” she whispers into the darkness, her voice raspy with sleep.
“Yeah.”
It was around one in the morning the last time I checked my phone before the battery died. I wasn’t released from press conferences and interviews until they’d had their fill of me. My vision still swims from all the bright overhead lights and camera flashes.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.” I pull her against me, surprised to feel nothing but her naked skin against my chest.
She yawns, her warm breath sending goosebumps racing down my arms. “I tried to wait up for you, but I guess I fell asleep. This bed is like sleeping on a cloud.”
I guess five star hotels are good for something. “I’m surprised you fell asleep here.”
“Me, too.” She nuzzles her face against my neck. “Rob?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You know I’m not a jersey chaser who’s only with you for money, but…”
My brain is fried; I can’t begin to predict where she’s going with this. “But, what?”
“Can we buy a bed just like this when you get drafted?”
I’ll check the damn tags first thing in the morning if that’s what she wants. “You bet.”
“How was your dad?”
She seems to want to talk, but sleep is calling me. I’m not even hard and she’s naked under these blankets. If that’s not exhaustion, I don’t know what is. “How was my dad, what?”
“After your mom and I left? I hated to leave you with him, but there wasn’t any room for us to be around. Your mom took me out to see the tree in Rockefeller center, but I could tell she felt slighted by not getting to stay.”
Hell, I felt slighted by them not getting to stay. Nevermind that I credited my mom and Evie with making me the man I am today in my acceptance speech. They were pushed aside like commoners, and there wasn’t shit I could do about it.
“He was actually really good. I didn’t have to do anything but follow directions; he took care of the rest.” Which might explain my ridiculously late bedtime. The idea of sending a single journalist away empty-handed didn’t enter his mind. Neither did leaving his wife and my girlfriend to fend for themselves.
It’s odd how he’s never seemed prouder of me than he was tonight, but it seems like a hollow victory.
“Why do you sound so depressed? This is the highest honor a college football player can receive. And if he helped make everything easier for you, then that’s not a bad way to spend your victory night.”
“I’m exhausted, Evie.”
“Too exhausted to celebrate?” She kisses my neck, working her way down my chest until her skilled tongue does that thing that makes my eyes roll back into my head.
“Uh huh.” Damn, that feels good, but there’s no way my eyes are going to open again.
Her sigh cools my damp nipples, hardening them nearly to the point of pain. “That’s all right. You just lie there, and let me do all the work. You’re going to get the post-game blowjob of your life, Superjock.”
Words evaporate from my tongue faster than my hazy mind can generate new ones as she licks her way down my stomach. She rolls me onto my back, and I oblige like a mindless rag doll.
That first lap of her tongue against my soft dick shows my body who’s in charge, and it isn’t me. Not the least bit offended at my lack of arousal, Evie swallows me up until she can’t take anymore.
There’s something to be said for starting a blowjob with a limp noodle. The head of my cock hasn’t ever made contact with the back of her throat before, but holy hell, the sensation of her hot, wet mouth taking all of me blows anything before now out of the water.
I almost wish I wasn’t working my way up to full mast just to prolong her ability to do this.
As I grow, she eases back, then teases me by taking her time to kiss me without any tongue. Hard as I try, I can’t peel my eyelids back to watch the show that’s probably the hottest sight my eyeballs have ever seen. Her tongue laps at my shaft on all sides, licking me from base to tip like I’m the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted.
And I happen to know Evie isn’t fond of the flavor of dick.
You’d never know by the way she’s working me over tonight. Used to my cues, she pumps me with her fist when she feels me getting close. She seals her mouth over my head, sucking the orgasm right out of me without any effort at all.
Bliss mixes with exhaustion until my muscles spasm of their own accord even though they feel like a tingling mass of jelly.
Evie hums and moans as she chokes down my cum, acting like it’s the best thing she’s ever had.
When she’s finished, she slowly kisses her way up my prone body, whispering sweet nothings that get lost in my haze.
“Because you’re so exhausted, I’ll get my own drink of water tonight.”
I feel her smile against my lips, before she climbs out of bed to rid herself of my taste.
Somewhere in the back of my head, warning bells are ringing. My girlfriend, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, basically just acted like a jersey chaser.
She serviced me.
While I like to think it’s because she loves me, her over-the-top acting rubs me the wrong way. What’s worse, I didn’t lift a finger to reciprocate, and she didn’t seem offended by my lack of response.
Why can’t I just enjoy everything that’s happened tonight? I hate that I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop, constantly second-guessing anything good that comes my way.
I wish I knew how to change my mindset.
Luckily, exhaustion wins the war over my doubts.
The last thing I’m barely conscious of is Evie sliding into bed beside me and curling herself around my body. I’ll make my sluggish ways up to her in the morning.
For now, I wrap my arms around the woman of my dreams and fall asleep on a bed that does, indeed, feel like a cloud.