So, I kiss her, our lips gliding over each other’s and our tongues teasing as I slowly draw my hand away from her pussy.
She gasps, but it’s eaten by the kiss.
I pull my hand away from hers, cradling her face as her body shifts, turning to face mine, and she wraps her arms around my neck before straddling me.
She looks around again as I grin and then says, “My turn.”
Eleanor reaches inside my basketball shorts, fisting my cock before she pulls it out to join the party.
“I like your turn…a lot.” I chuckle.
She winks and brings her hand to her mouth before she spits in it.
“Marry me,” I breathe out, teasing.
But she laughs. “I already did.”
Her hand glides back over my cock, and my fucking eyes almost roll into the back of my damn head because this girl’s hand is operating at expert level. She circles her wrist as she drags up and down the shaft, smiling at me the whole time.
“Fuck,” I growl as my body involuntarily jerks.
I hear her chuckle, so I add, “You’re too fucking good at this. I’m gonna blow my load like it’s the first time someone touched my wiener.”
Eleanor laughs, but I’m fucking serious.
She leans in with that diabolical look on her face, pressing her tits against my chest as she jerks me off between us, whispering in my ear, “Blow your load, QB, because trust me, I’ll make sure not to spill a drop.”
Holy fuck.
I grab the nape of her neck, holding her in place as she strokes me faster and faster, circling that fucking hand, making my cock feel harder than it’s ever felt. My ass indents on the sides as I press forward, rocking my hips into her hand, fucking the tight hold she has on me.
She jacks me as I grunt like a fucking animal, until my breath matches the pace.
I can feel it coming. My balls draw up, and my stomach contracts as I picture her pussy on my face. My voice is low, barely above a whisper.
“I’m gonna come. Baby, I’m gonna come. Oh fuck, oh…fuck…”
My body fucking explodes as Eleanor rips from my grasp and seals her mouth over my cock. My fist hits the side of the truck, making a loud thwack as she milks my dick, taking all I have to give.
I fill her mouth with cum. Honestly, it feels like it’ll never end, but she does exactly what she said and doesn’t spill a drop.
My head dips back to the sky as I try to regain consciousness. Because I just died and went to heaven. She lets my softening cock go with a pop before sitting up and maneuvering my head back so I look at her.
“Are you good?”
“Never been better,” I exhale. “Never better.”
She tucks me back inside my shorts and scoots forward, grabbing the tub of popcorn and tossing a few pieces in her mouth before looking quizzically over her shoulder.
“You know what’s crazy? Earlier, I thought this popcorn was salty”—she grins—“but now I feel like not as much.”
My shoulder shakes before I drag her back up against me, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck.
“Shut up and watch that movie, Wild Card.”
Jesus Christ. There really is never a dull moment with this girl.
Me: 11k
Me: You’re cutting her in. Confess.
Wild Card’s sister: sheesh…you’d think the NFL would teach you how to lose.
DJ Mills: Yeah, it looks like the only “deflate-gate scandal” is yo dick.
Me: Ladies, you deserve each other. You’re all feral and god help the people who love you.
Me: I got a sweetener for the pot.… I get her to scream my name on the last night, and you two have to change all your socials to my photo for the whole season. Be my biggest fans.
DJ Mills: Sucka. Done.
Wild Card’s sister: And if you don’t?
Me: I’ll publicly say I get my hair cut at Eleanor’s salon.
Wild Card’s sister: Deal.
twenty-six
“Next up, I’ll be living on a commune, calling some dude named Sunshine Twig my leader.”
crew
I took a day off.
And I’m trying to ignore how problematic that is.
I haven’t missed a workout since my rookie year. And even then, it was because I broke my throwing arm. But when she walked out in her bikini, showing off every bit of what god gave her, there was no fucking way I wasn’t following her straight to this pool.
I glance up, appreciating her ass, before I shoot out a text to the fellas.
Me: Playing hooky at the pool. Pass through.
TJ: Nate just told me you had hookers at the pool. I don’t think he can read.
Nate: Fuck you. I glanced at it. We’ll be by.
Nate: Hooky, huh?
I ignore the last text, frowning. Read the plays on the field, Nate. Not the ones in my life.
Me: Shut up. It’s not that big of a deal. Claire suggested I take a recovery day.
Complete fucking lie. She actually told me I was her worst client. Which makes me laugh because I’m her only client now that she’s transitioning with me to the Niners.
TJ: Give us like fifteen. We gotta see a cute little blonde to a cab. *wink emoji
Me: Ever the gentlemen. But do me a favor and take a dip in Clorox before you come here tryna touch my girl.
“Are you texting the guys?” Eleanor throws out from her lounge chair, interrupting my thoughts. As I look at her, she smiles. “Yay. This version of you is way better than the machine.”
She says the last part like a bad impersonation of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
“Machine?” I laugh.
She nods, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Yeah. You work hard, but sometimes you gotta play hard too. And you never do that.”
My forehead wrinkles. “I just borrowed a car and took you out on a whole drive-in date. And if memory serves, you played with something hard.”
She giggles. I’ve never heard that from her. Oh fuck, it’s cute.
My phone vibrates, but I choose to ignore those two jackasses because the pool attendant comes to the cabana to take our order, and Eleanor lets out a dramatic celebratory groan in the name of snacks.
“Gil!” she squeals.
My brows draw together.
Who the fuck is Gil? His brother better be named Flounder.
My arm extends, dropping down behind her as Gil starts talking.
“What can I get for the happy couple?” She smiles at him as he adds, “You finally got him down here, huh?”
Finally? The fuck? Who are you, and how do you know where I’ve been? She’s too friendly. No more roaming the casino.
This feels like when I visit TJ’s grandma with him, and she makes me do the rounds, saying hi to all her friends. They know me, but I don’t know them.
But also…she talks about me?
Eleanor’s hand absentmindedly slides up and down my six-pack as she looks at the menu.
“What do you want for later?” she says to just me. “We can put in our order now, and then Gil will bring it then.”
How nice of Gil.
“Absolutely,” everyone’s favorite pool attendant chimes in. “Anything for my favorite resident.”
My phone vibrates again, so I glance down, the caps jumping out at me.
Nate: And now we got a YOUR girl coming at us.
Wait. What? I scroll up, seeing what I last said. Oh shit, why’d I write that?