Trevor

Trevor

After practice I take a quick shower before heading home. My arm is already starting to twinge, and the fact that it’s so early on in the season has me more than a little worried. Maybe I’ll see if Scar is up to working with me for a bit in her downtime. She used to be the team’s Athletic Trainer before she got sick. She worked miracles when Slater got hurt, and everyone thought his career was all but over. He said she’s been doing a lot better since she hit her six-month, cancer-free mark, so maybe she’ll be interested.

As I make my way home, I can’t help but smirk when I see Sage’s car in the driveway. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this little thing this morning. But if she really thinks she can keep any and all feelings in check, and this can be a casual thing while she’s crashing with me, then I’d have to be a fucking idiot to turn it down.

My cock is already stiffening in anticipation as I shut down the purring engine of my Corvette that finally got here before I head inside. Maybe Sage will suck my cock like she did last night if I eat her pussy. Couldn’t tell you which I’d enjoy more. They’re both pretty fucking great.

Erica has already texted me twice since yesterday, making sure that Sage and I are getting along okay. I don’t know why she feels so protective of her, but I know she means something to her, so even if we wouldn’t have come to our little truce, I’d have figured out a way to tolerate her attitude. Turns out it’s a lot easier to tolerate Sage when she’s face down, ass up, or that smart fucking mouth is wrapped around my cock.

When I push the front door open, my stiffening cock hardens to a solid pole as I see Sage in a slinky burgundy dress similar to the little black one she wore last night. I smirk as I make my way over to her, only faltering when I see her reach for her purse.

“You going somewhere?” I ask, causing her to turn to face me, a carefree smile on her face as she nods.

“Yep. See you later.”

She goes to walk past me, like I’d actually just leave it at that. I catch her by the crook of her arm, holding her back a second as I turn to face her.

“Where are you going?”

She lifts a disbelieving eyebrow as she looks at me.

“What, are you my parole officer or something?”

“Are you on probation?” I ask.

Honestly, I could see it. Sage shrugs with a tilt of her head.

“Not in this state.”

I can’t fully tell if she’s joking or not when she pulls out of my grasp.

“Seriously. Where are you going?”

“Well, not that it’s any of your business, but I’m grabbing dinner with Jackson.”

“You can’t be serious,” I deadpan, irritation instantly taking over me.

“Why not?” she laughs. Fucking laughs.

“Because he’s a douchebag,” I spit.

“And you’re not?” she says with a cocky smile.

I roll my eyes at her as I cross my arms over my chest.

“Where is he taking you?”

“Doesn’t matter. I gotta go.”

Sage turns on her heel, opening the front door as I call out to her.

“What time you gonna be back?”

Looking over her shoulder, those vibrant eyes lock on to mine, a slow smirk spreading across her face as she winks.

“Late.”

With that, she shuts the door and heads out. I hear her car start up several seconds later before the front gate opens. I’m left standing in the middle of my living room, fucking fuming. Fuming about what exactly, I’m not one hundred percent sure. All I know is that I’m pissed.

My mind whirls for several seconds as I contemplate what to do. Then, I’m pulling out my phone, scrolling over to my requested folder of my DMs and picking the first good-looking woman’s message. I ignore her words, tapping out a quick message to meet me downtown before I jog upstairs to change.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out where Donatello would have taken her. There are only a handful of places that offer the anonymity that a lot of us crave when we are going out for the night. I don’t know much about him since we are early in the season, but I can tell that he’s not one of the fame seekers. He’s confident in his skin, albeit a little cocky. Who isn’t though, right?

I grab the door for my date, allowing the giggly blonde influencer to step inside Blackwood’s first. My eyes drop to her practically photoshopped ass in her bright red bodycon dress. I picked her up downtown before we headed this way. I don’t give out my address for obvious reasons, and I didn’t want to wait around in some apartment lobby for her to finish getting ready. Her name is Sarah or Sierra. I couldn’t really tell because of her squeaky voice, and I honestly don’t care enough to check our messages.

As soon as I step inside, my eyes begin scanning the room. It’s not an overly big place so you can see almost every table and booth as soon as you walk through the door. However, when my eyes do a full sweep of the restaurant, I come up short of the people I’m looking for. I contemplate leaving but decide to check one more spot.

The doe-eyed hostess greets us instantly, smiling wide as she turns her attention to me.

“Good evening, Mr. Michaels. Just two?”

I nod. “Do you have anything in the back?”

She nods eagerly as she gathers up two menus and gestures for us to follow her. I step in front of my date as I do, not the most gentlemanly thing to do, I know, but I’m on a mission right now. When we crest the corner, she pushes open the doors that lead to the private room in the back. Instantly, I notice several high profile locals sitting in the scattered seating area. It only takes me two seconds to find who I’m looking for, though.

Sage is sitting in a plush seat, sipping what looks like bourbon as Donatello leans his elbows against the table, a salacious grin across his face as he begins wiggling that ugly ass lip ring of his. I see an empty table directly behind them and point to it wordlessly. Thankfully our hostess takes us right to it without an ounce of hesitation.

Sharon sits down across from me as I take the seat facing Sage. As soon as my ass hits the seat, her eyes are on me. Those unique watercolor eyes narrowing at me as she shakes her head and turns her attention back to her date.

A waitress comes over to the table almost instantly, taking our drink order and bringing them over in record time. Some fruity pink drink for my date and a bourbon for me.

“So,” Shirley says. “It must be so fun playing football. I’ve been watching you for years. You are, like, so good at scoring goals.” She smiles enthusiastically.

I hear a scoff come from behind her, my eyes landing on an annoyed-looking Sage rolling her eyes as she lifts her glass to her lips. I can’t help but smirk as I lean forward, feigning interest in Sheryl as I give her my full attention.

“Touchdowns, baby, and yeah. I’m fucking good at everything I do.”

“Can’t wait to find out all about that later.” She giggles in a laugh that grates my skin.

I’m about to lean into her insinuation and play it up a bit when I hear Donatello speak.

“So, what do you say I grab the bill, and we head back to my place? I just got a movie theater installed. We can throw a movie on, get a little more comfortable,” he rumbles deeply, the obvious suggestion in his tone causing my jaw to clench in irritation.

What is it about this guy that has me wanting to take him down a peg or ten?

Sage laughs lightly like he just told a ridiculous joke.

“Nice try. You promised me food. I’m not one of those women who skips meals. You gotta work to keep me interested.”

“I can tell.” He laughs. “I like that about you, though.”

“Hmm,” she hums with a soft smile, shooting him a wink that has me inhaling deeply through my nose.

I do my best to tune them out, focusing on the drink in front of me and occasionally my date. Though with the amount of selfies she’s taking, I don’t think she minds me ignoring her too much. Looks like she’s having a fine time on her own.

Throughout dinner, every laugh falling from Sage’s lips and brush of Donatello’s hand against hers sets me on edge more and more. I can practically feel the crystal glass ready to snap in my hand as I lift my third drink of the night to my mouth. Movement out of the corner of my eye snags my attention as Sage stands from the table, making her way out the door to the main dining area.

I don’t even hesitate, pushing away from the table as I stand, following her step for step. My hands push open the door she slipped through, turning my head to the left to see her stepping through the bathroom door. I chase after her, my fist banging through the women’s door before closing it behind me. I find the deadbolt lock and flip it into place. Hopefully there is no one else in here already.

Sage startles as she pauses outside the bathroom stalls.

“Trevor? What the fuck are you doing in here?”

I don’t answer her, instead I continue walking toward her until our chests brush against one another. My breathing is labored, too labored for me to just be walking. I can practically feel adrenaline coursing through my body similar to when I hear the sound of that first whistle blow. I can’t for the life of me figure out why the fuck my body is acting like this.

“Hello? Anyone home?” Sage snarks.

I snap, reaching down and gripping her hips to turn her away from me, pulling her to the bathroom counter. She gasps but doesn’t fight me, her eyes coming to mine in the mirror as my hand pushes against her lower back, forcing her chest flush against the countertop.

“Spread your legs, baby,” I say, nudging my knee between her thighs.

She obeys almost immediately and something primal inside me beats its chest at her obedience.

“Good girl. Show me that pussy,” I encourage.

Her lower back arches, those violet eyes never leaving mine as she does. My hands come to the hem of her dress, raising it up to rest around her hips, only leaving her black silk thong in sight. I wrap my hands around the thin fabric, ripping it in two before tucking the damp material into my slacks pocket.

“Fucker!” Sage hisses. “Those were my favorite.”

“I’ll buy you more,” I say with a roll of my eyes as I pull out my cock, rubbing the drop of pre-cum across my tip as I line up with her.

“You better,” she grumbles, though the heat in her eyes tells me she isn’t as mad as she’s trying to make herself out to be.

“Shut up and take my cock,” I say before thrusting into her.

Her back arches sharply, a moan tearing out of her throat as her hands grip the edge of the counter.

“Fuckkk,” she groans as I bottom out inside her.

“Goddamn. You have got to be the tightest pussy I’ve had in years,” I rasp.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” she pants as I pull out before slamming back into her. “You haven’t fucked since World War II, right?”

My hand comes down to the side of her ass, causing her pussy to squeeze me on impact.

“Will I ever be able to fuck you without you running your fucking mouth?”

“Probably not,” she says, her eyes fluttering closed as my thrusts become more frantic.

“Eyes on me, Raven. I want to look into those cosmic eyes when you come on my cock.”

They fly open at that through the mirror, holding my gaze as she reaches between her legs, her hand moving in quick movements over her clit.

“That feel good, baby? You like touching your pretty pussy while I fuck you from behind?”

“Mhmm,” she says as her eyes flutter closed again.

“Eyes,” I command, forcing her to spring them open yet again.

Just like every time, as soon as she does, my pulse jackhammers in my veins. Fucking hell, they’re like magic or some shit.

“Just like that,” I praise. “Good girl.”

“Trev,” her voice gasps as I adjust my angle, rubbing the head of my cock against her G-spot.

“That’s right. Say my name. Let everyone know who is buried deep inside you right now. Who has you bent over, bare and raw, fucking the shit out of you while your date is waiting at the table for you to come back?”

“Douchebag award goes to you,” she laughs as it shifts to a moan.

“Dirty bitch award goes to you then, I guess,” I smirk as I smack the side of her ass again.

She grinds against me, nodding her head as she meets my movements thrust for thrust. I feel my balls begin to tighten as that familiar tingling sensation at the base of my spine builds. My pace increases, desperate with the need to fill her up.

“I want you to remember this. When he’s trying to slide between these sweet thighs tonight, just remember who made you feel this full, this good. No one can fuck you like I can, Raven. You know it, and so do I. So when you’re done playing with your little toy out there, come on home, and I’ll give you another round,” I say before pushing her hand out of the way and rubbing her clit, my forefinger and thumb pinching it just right and causing her to scream out her release.

The walls of the bathroom practically shake as she squirms and screams, wiggling beneath me as my cock pulses before emptying inside her. I give her every fucking drop, letting my cum fill her to the brim before my movements eventually slow.

Our breathing is heavy, foreheads dotted with sweat, as I slowly pull away. I push my cock into my pants, but before Sage can pull her dress down, I’m bending down behind her, running my hand between her slick thighs. I feel my cum leaking down her legs and flatten my tongue before licking her from behind, pushing my cum right back where it belongs.

A breathy moan escapes her as I continue licking her before I add a couple fingers, massaging her G-spot as I do. When I go to stand, Sage is watching me with intense intrigue, and I can’t help but feel like a fucking king for somehow temporarily silencing this loudmouth woman.

Lifting my cum coated fingers to her lips, I nudge against them as I look down at her.

“Open.”

Her mouth parts slightly, just enough for me to push my fingers inside. Her tongue meets me greedily, wrapping around my digits as she licks and sucks every drop of our combined release.

Goddamn it. She may be fucking infuriating, but she is so fucking sexy.

“Good girl,” I say before running my other hand along the side of her jaw, outlining the length of her throat as she swallows.

Without another word, I pull away from her, turning toward the bathroom door before unlocking it and slipping out. She doesn’t try to stop me, and I wouldn’t even if she called out to me. I did what I came to do, I think at least. I’m still not exactly sure what led me here to begin with. I’m sure Donatello will take her home tonight. She may even fuck him. But I have no doubt it will be my cock she’s thinking about, and our cum she’ll be tasting.