Page 9 of 1st and 10 (Season of Change #1)

“Dammit!” I quickly shut off the faucet, then jump back as the water flows over the lip of the industrial basin. I was lost in thought…again. Crue is distracting on a normal day, but today, on that field—Focus, Phia! I wait for the tub to drain, grab some towels and clean up my mess.

He was different today. He’s an exceptional football player, always.

Today’s game was something else. A usually worthy opponent, the other team was unable to keep up with our offense or defense.

Plays were crisp and precise. Our quarterback was nearly flawless.

A shutout, unheard of against the rival team.

And Crue…aggressive, an unstoppable force, fierce protector. He was everywhere at once, it seemed. And when the clock ran out, he rushed past his teammates, picked me up and bounced me before kissing me soundly on the sidelines for everyone to see.

Hence my ill-timed distraction.

I finish cleaning up my mess, stack the equipment to dry, turn off the lights and head toward the locker room to wait for Crue.

After kissing me, he told me to stay behind until he’s done so he can walk me home.

I open the notes app on my phone and start typing.

My fingers blur across the screen as I make note of everything I saw and heard today, and then, not for the first time, I note my own feelings.

Not about Crue specifically, but the draw of the culture, the familial and tribal atmosphere and my part in it.

My pride for Crue and his teammates and their epic victory.

“Pretty girl.” A smooth voice croons next to me and while my body jerks in surprise, I melt into his side, happy he’s finally with me again.

It’s astounding how much I feel for him in such a short amount of time.

With each look, conversation, touch, our hearts become inextricably linked.

I pray every night when we end our phone calls and after every good night kiss that we never have cause to separate them.

Prib wraps his arms around my middle and drops his face to my neck.

He breathes me in and groans as he exhales, cinching his hold tighter and drawing me closer.

My back to the wall, he runs his tongue up the side of my neck until he finds my mouth.

We kiss, tongues tangling, lazy and unhurried.

Beneath my roving fingers, I feel the tension in the lines of his body.

He’s strung tight, but he’s being gentle for me.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Home. That word, innocuous and yet so integral to who we are as people. It means so many different things to so many different people. My apartment is a home. This school is a home. But Crue, he’s my home.

We walk hand in hand through the streets, waving at people passing by, answering the call of “We are” every block or so. The odd thing is that it isn’t just Crue they call out to, I’m included. “Crue’s girl.” “Water girl.” And my favorite, “Lady Hydration.”

“I want that on a t-shirt.” I tell him once I manage to stop laughing.

“I’m gonna get a tattoo right here.” He pats his firm chest over his heart. “My heart belongs to Lady Hydration.”

I nearly trip over my own feet. “You’d…you’re joking, right?”

“Maybe.” He shrugs, with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“You can’t get a tattoo of me on your body.”

“Where else would I get a tattoo? Anywhere else and it’d be a…sticker or something.” I smack him in the abs with the back of my hand.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he replies, all traces of humor gone.

Luckily for me, we’re at my apartment building.

I feel his eyes boring into my backside as he follows me up the steps.

I unlock my door and turn around to invite him in or give him a kiss goodbye, but Crue has other plans.

My playful boyfriend has been taken over by Crue Pribula, offensive tackle and unstoppable force.

And I ain’t the least bit mad about it.

My door opens behind me. Crue’s hands are on my face, his mouth devouring mine, his rock-hard body pushing me backward into my apartment. I vaguely register the sound of my door slamming shut, but all I can focus on is Crue. Sight, smell, touch, sound; Crue and only Crue.

In a matter of seconds, my clothes are gone and I’m on my living room couch, spread eagle.

I don’t have time to be embarrassed or uncomfortable, because his large hands mold to my larger tits and he kneads them, his palms abrading my nipples.

He dips down to my pussy, and licks a broad stripe through my lower lips, circling my clit and doing it all over again.

My back bows, pushing my breasts into his hands, demanding more.

My first climax is infuriatingly quick, the sounds he makes between my legs animalistic and so fucking hot.

I haven’t come down yet from that one before he’s pumping his thick fingers inside me, his mouth suckling my tits.

He moves back and forth between them, and I scream as unbearable pleasure wracks my body.

“Fuck me. Crue, please!” He shakes his head, his nostrils flaring as he breathes raggedly.

“No.”

“Why?” I’m a big whiny baby and I don’t care. I want to feel him move inside me, feel him fill me up like only he can. I want to be his in every way.

“I wanna paint your skin. Mark your pretty tits with my seed. Want everyone to know who you belong to.” He wrestles with the drawstring of his sweats, swears when he can’t untie them, and finally just shoves them down his legs.

Good God. I’ve seen a few penises in my day. Knew a few of them in the biblical sense. Never thought much of them. Not much to look at, built more for practical use than aesthetics.

Crue has a delightfully beautiful penis.

Just a hint of a curve upward, the thick shaft is a few shades darker than his natural skin tone, the circumcised tip ruddy and wet with precum.

Surrounded by trimmed dark hair, it stands proudly between his impossibly muscular thighs, a pronounced vein running along the underside.

Saliva pools in my mouth. Need takes over and when he wraps his hand around himself to stroke, I knock it away.

“Mine.” I look him in the eye when I claim it.

Holding it up against the taut ridges of his abdomen, I start a back and forth slide up the vein, feeling it throb beneath my tongue.

At the tip, I flick the frenulum just below it, then up and over the crown.

He sighs and my skin dots with goosebumps at the pleased sound.

I bob up and down his length, getting it wet for an easier slide.

I suck in a deep breath through my nose, then descend until my nose touches the wiry hairs on his lower abs.

“Jesus!” His hips twitch involuntarily, pushing him a little deeper.

“Phia. Baby.” There’s wonder and awe in his tone, but a helplessness that seeps into my bloodstream and imbues me with a power I’ve never felt before.

Retreating, I suck in another breath, lick the crown, then move back down, all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

He watches me, his eyes nearly black with lust. Once in position, I grab his hands and place them in my hair above my ears.

I lightly scrape the thin skin of his shaft with my teeth.

His body jerks, a growl rending the air.

“You want me to fuck your face?” I nod as best I can.

“I’m keyed up, Phia. Your pussy is still on my tongue.

I don’t want to hurt you or treat you like a slut. ”

I pull back once again, lick my lips, and tell him, “I am your slut.” His eyes close, he grinds his teeth as he breathes deeply to calm himself. Don’t want him calm. “Only yours. Use me. Fuck my face. Spill over my tits and claim what’s yours.”

Body rigid, the sharp angles of his face in the shadows of my living room giving him a lethal appearance. He won the game, now it’s time to claim his spoils. My pussy drips on my couch, my body tingling with anticipation.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much.” I dip my chin in acceptance, swallow, and open wide.

He runs the tip of his cock along my tongue, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper with every advance.

He builds up speed, pulling my hair to guide me, using his hold as leverage to pull me on and off his cock.

Filth spews from his sinful mouth, urging me closer and closer to the precipice once again.

“You are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to love. Won’t let anyone come between us.

” I glance up at him sharply, unsure why he would say that.

“Nothing as good as your mouth, Phia. Felt your pussy on my fingers, felt it squeeze my fingers until they were numb, want to feel that around my cock. Want to sink inside you and never fucking leave. Soon. Very soon. Right now, I’m gonna throat fuck you, I’m gonna use you like the cum slut you are.

My cum slut.” I can do nothing but nod and whimper.

My right-hand delves between my legs, my fingers dipping inside to gather my juices.

I bring wet fingers to my clit and rub it hard and fast. Crue’s shaft swells in my mouth just before the first drops of his cum jet onto my tongue.

I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me, Crue grunts, a satisfied sinister smile on his lips as he jerks himself until his balls are empty and my tits are covered with his release.

That was the single hottest moment of my life.

I’ve never felt so filthy or alive. My own chest heaving, I drop back on the couch and stare up at Crue.

His dark eyes run over me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

He reaches out to pinch my nipple, seeming to revel in my gasp, then smears his cum all over me.