“That sounds kinda like what I just said…”
“It’s not. There’s a big difference. Last week you weren’t sure you were going to stick with football. Now you’re doing better, I just want to make sure that you’re not doing it for the wrong reasons.”
That was something to think about, something I hadn’t considered yet. Lily was right, of course, it wasn’t a good idea to build a career on a mountain of spite. That was not a healthy foundation for anything worth doing.
“Think about it a little more.”
“I’ll do that.” I got up from the bed, looked around, and figured it was time for me to leave. I started toward the door, but Lily caught my hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, fluttering eyes again back and forth like she had done in the doorway.
“Uh, back to my room?”
“Why so soon?”
“Well, I do have a game tomorrow.” Tomorrow was the 3rd preseason game, and I needed to get at least a little rest.
“I promise I’ll have you home in time to sleep.”
How could I say no to that?
CHAPTER 23 - LILY
I didn’t want Drake to leave, and he didn’t leave until much later. That night we hard fiery, passionate sex, the kind that made you re-learn everything that sex was.
Drake pushed me down onto the bed and the next minute or so was a flurry of clothing disappearing from our bodies and reappearing on the floor next to us in a pile.
From then on we didn’t lose contact with each other for the next hour. I traced the lines of Drake’s tattoos on all over his body while he played with my tits and made me moan from all the attention he paid to my nipples.
I could have stayed like that all night, but I could tell the hunger in Drake’s eyes wouldn’t dissipate just from some heavy petting, and if I was being honest, I needed his cock inside me just as much as he seemed to need to fuck me.
We didn’t waste much time after that, and as soon as Drake had gotten the condom on, he was bending me over and pressing his cock into me. It felt so good to have him inside me again. We should have done this every night. And during the day if possible.
Drake kissed all over my neck and shoulders from the back. I reluctantly let him out of my * as he turned me around and sat me back down, letting him kiss my boobs again while we fucked.
It felt amazing, and soon I was cumming again, moaning out my pleasure. Drake rumbled through his own orgasm soon after me, and we sat like that in bed, running our hands over the other’s bodies as we came down from our orgasm.
We didn’t speak much, just grunts and moans as we basked in each other’s company.
Drake cradled me in his arms, and I leaned back against him, forgetting where I ended and he began. It felt so wonderful to have him hold me, to have him cover me up and keep me from the rest of the world. This room had taken on another life as our shelter away from everything else outside, and I cherished each moment that Drake and I spent together in it.
I found myself snoozing against his hard muscles, only barely waking up as I felt his hands on my * and breasts again. I smiled and moaned as his fingers went back into my quickly-approaching sore *, but the slight pain I felt at first quickly gave way to the pleasure I felt from having a part of Drake, any part of Drake, back inside my body. He used his other hand on my breasts, bringing me to a calm and serene orgasm a few minutes later, his lips on my neck, teasing me the whole while.
A girl could definitely get used to this.
In the middle of the night I woke up and reached over to Drake, feeling him hard again. I couldn’t help myself, taking his cock into my mouth and sucking him off as best I could. Drake woke up with me above him, teasing him and licking his shaft.
He smiled and I went back to it, taking all his cum in my mouth and loving every drop of it before we fell asleep again.
I woke up the next morning and Drake was gone already. As much as I wanted him to stick around for morning sex, which had a unique flavor and fun all its own, I knew this was for the best.
I lay in bed a little longer than I should before getting up, running my hands up and down my body, imagining them to be Drake’s hands, touching me, rubbing me down, pulling moans out of me as he made me cum again in waves.
Finally, though, I had to get up. Today was the third preseason game, and the best chance for Drake to secure a spot for himself on this year’s Patriots 53 man roster. It was a big day for him, possibly the biggest of his career, and by extension, mine.
I took a little longer getting ready than usual, still running through the amazing sex Drake and I had had a few hours earlier. I wondered, not just once, whether he would ever be able to stay the whole night.