I watched Blake intently through the first half, my gaze glued to every single movement he made, mesmerized by his speed and agility. The crowd loved him, as they should, because he scored again and again, landing footballs in the end zone to raucous cheers. When the second quarter ended and halftime began, Blake waved and yelled a greeting at his mom and my dad as he hurried into the locker room. I frowned as he blatantly ignored me.
The same heavy pangs returned, pulling on my heart. I felt so worthless, and I wanted to leave. After the game, which our team won by a huge margin, I watched Blake running to the locker room, and without thinking, I chased after him, telling our parents we’d meet them for dinner. I had planned to talk to him that evening, but I acted on impulse instead. I could hear the crowd thinning.
“Blake!” I called out, still following him.
Luckily, none of the other players saw me, and I found Blake near his locker, sliding off his equipment. He looked up at me and said, “What do you want?”
I was angry and yelled, “You!” He looked bewildered, and I cried desperately, “I want you! Okay, it sucks. You were so angry with me for disregarding you, for excluding you, and for making you feel like you don’t matter.” Tears welled up as I spoke, my heart aching as I talked. “Well, now you’re doing it to me, and I hate it. It’s not fair. I want you in my life, Blake. I need you.”
Blake considered my speech, watching me. He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m so sorry, Alyssa. I never intended to hurt you. I thought this was what you wanted.”
I cried into his chest, relieved to have his arms around me. I shook my head and said, “I just want to forget everything. I want you back, Blake. I thought that we would be able to just magically be like siblings, but I will never be able to act like that around you. This love we have is too intense, too real. I want to be with you. I want us to be happy.” I finished my rant, my chest heaving and my heart racing.
Blake just stared at me for a moment. He rubbed my back soothingly. “Is that really what you want?” he asked me, his green eyes staring intently into mine.
I nodded. “I love you so much it hurts.”
“I love you, too,” he said, picking me up into the air as he kissed me with unbridled passion.
I kissed him with all I had, so relieved to finally feel his lips on mine again. I never wanted to know the feeling of not having his mouth on mine. His mouth was just as hungry and desperate as mine, foraging my lips and tongue. I inhaled shaky breaths as he slid my sweater off my body, rubbing his hands along my bare arms. I wanted more, so I pulled up the edge of his shirt, feeling his hard stomach muscles. He pushed me against the locker and continued to kiss me while his hands reached into my dress, massaging my chest.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he said through kisses and moans.
“Me, too.” I wrapped my legs around his torso as he kissed my neck. I bucked my hips against his, my body desperate for his.
He backed away to slide off my underwear. His hands were rough as he raked them down my thighs. “I want to taste every part of you I missed,” he growled, kissing my inner thigh.
I leaned against the lockers as he kissed my thigh and pressed his tongue to my sweet spot, making hot breaths heave within my chest. I fisted my hand in his silky hair, pressing him into my warm skin.
He continued kissing my stomach and stood. Looking at me with intense eyes, he said, “I want you right here and right now.”
“We might get caught,” I said, wanting him desperately but terrified someone might spot us. Blake sat down on the bench in front of his locker. Silence was all around us, so when he took my hand and pulled me onto his lap, I straddled him, pressing a hot, passionate kiss onto his lips.
“I want you, too,” I whispered and slid his pants down enough so I could grab his cock in my hands. He was so hard, I flushed and my loins lit on fire. I lifted my hips and guided him inside me, letting out a relieved sigh as I felt him thrust deep. I bounced up and down as fast as I could.
I rode him hard and fast as we kissed, making up for every second we had spent apart with our lips. Blake pressed his hands against my hips, helping me move faster and faster. Small moans escaped from my throat, which was hot and dry.
“Shh,” Blake hushed into my ear. He reached up, clamping his hand over my mouth as I grabbed tightly onto him. Our bodies were pressed together, and I clung to him desperately as I came.
I slid off him and curled against his side. I kissed him softly and said, “I missed being with you.”
“Alyssa, you know we have to tell our parents,” he murmured softly.
I sighed. “Why do you have to ruin such a nice moment?”
“Because it’s the truth, and you know it,” he said, more strength in his voice. I pouted for a second, then nodded my head even though the prospect of telling our parents terrified me.