I had made it to the NFL. I made a dream come true that only a small percentage of people can say they have.
I had to let myself enjoy it. I wasn’t a bad boy anymore. I couldforgive myself for being stupid and allow myself to live now. Really live. And be happy. With my girl. Mom would be proud ofthisJackson.
I walk to my truck and spot Chess sitting on the tailgate, long tan legs swinging. She is underneath one of the lights, only a few cars left, the cheers of some rowdy kids still in the distance.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey, Coach Gage,” she winks and pulls me close by the collar of my shirt. She knows what she’s doing. Another fantasy come to life.
“Where’s everyone?” I don’t really care but figure I’d better ask before I start mauling her.
“They went ahead to the bar to get a table, I said we’d meet them there.” She has a twinkle in her eye, and I know she is up to something. “You coached a great game today.” She still has me locked close to her. “You looked so sexy out there, in command of the field.” She leans in and kisses my neck, smoothing her nose up my jaw.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she says on a breath and moves her kiss to the other side of my neck. I drop my bag, the tension in my body thick, and grip her hips stepping in between her legs, which she spread further apart to lock around my hips. “I loved seeing you in the stands.”
“And I loved being there.”
I pull her tight to me, slowly moving her hips so she grinds against my hard on. I moan and she follows it with her own. “You feel so good, right here, with me.”
“Nowhere I’d rather be, Coach.” She takes control of the kiss, still rubbing herself ever so slightly against my cock. I won’t ever forget this night. It feels too right.
“I need you,” I groan as she trails her hand down my chest and slides to my jeans, popping the button. I pull back locking eyes with her. “Chessy…”
“Yes, Coach Gage?” She blinks so innocently, and I know she’s having anything but innocent thoughts right now. She pulls my zipper down, reaching into my boxer briefs and wraps her palm around my cock.
“Fuck.” My forehead falls to her forehead. “Yes, like that,” Iencourage her as she pumps me, I’m so hard it hurts. My hips move on their own accord, seeking her.
“We can’t let you go to the bar like this, Coach Gage.” Christ, every time she calls me that I think I’ll explode. I want to flip her off this tailgate, make her grab the side and fuck her from behind. But out here in the parking lot is not the right place for that.
“How are you going to fix it, Miss Casanova?”
She smiles and bites her lip, clearly loving this little game we are playing.
“Mmmm,” she moans in my ear, biting my lobe and still stroking me. She looks around the parking lot, which has cleared out. I know what she’s thinking but I would never disrespect her that way.
“No. Get in the truck. Now.” Her eyes flash and she lets go of me, hopping off the gate. I smack her ass and she just about runs to the passenger side. I walk to my door, then climb up and lounge back in my driver seat, legs spread as far as they can go. I’m just about in pain, my balls so blue and dick so hard. She closes her door then locks it, and we both wait for the interior lights to dim. Then she scoots closer and leans down, hand going for my cock again.
“Chess… you don’t have?—”
“I want to. We can’t leave you like this.” She smiles from under her lashes, pulling my cock out, giving the tip a kiss. My hips jerk in reaction, and she chuckles, then takes me in her mouth, swirling her tongue around my head. I moan, trying to lean back even further and wrap my hand around her ponytail. Like I’ve dreamed of doing ever since I saw her again when she was moving in across the street.
“I’ve dreamed of you like this for so long, your hair wrapped around my hand, your lips wrapped around my cock.”
She takes me to the back of her throat, swallows, gripping me tight, then slides me out again, her tongue trailing along the underside of my cock the whole way. She smacks my dick along her tongue, then blows on the tip, flicking her tongue again, bringing me down to the back of her throat, all while looking at me from under her lashes.
“Fuck, Chess, you’ve got me so fucking amped right. I’m going to come down your throat.”
She moans. “Do it.”
“Is that what you want, filthy girl? You want me to fuck your mouth?” I grab her hair tighter, and before I can thrust into her mouth, she starts bobbing on my cock. Sucking me deep and fast.
She moans again and it vibrates through me.
“Chess, I’m not going to last.”
She pulls me out of her mouth. “Do it. Come in my mouth, Coach Gage,” she says, and it’s all I need to explode. There was no warning, no ‘hold on’, just instant pleasure and I am fucking here for it. She continues pulling at me with her lips, my hips moving in rhythm with her tongue. I call out her name again and again.