I adjusted myself on his lap. He groaned when I pulled him closer, but shifted away from me. His arms remained at his side and he lips seemed stiff and tentative. I grabbed the back of his neck and pressed my lips and kissed him stronger. I licked his bottom lip and again, he tried to speak, but I took the opportunity when he open his mouth to taste his tongue. Our tongues touched and a burst of flavors washed over our tastebuds.

  He ran his hands up my back and I moaned. They travelled back down my side and gripped my hips. He lifted me, pushed his hips out and sat me back down on his growing hard on and we both groaned from the pressure. He leaned into the kiss and our tongues darted in and out. He pressed down on my hips more and I whimpered. I drew my head back and opened my eyes afraid of what I would see. I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want my mind to get in the way, I wanted to feel him inside of me.

  His expression held confusion. Even through his jeans, I could feel how much he wanted me, too. It felt amazing. His eyes transformed to a lustful gaze, but something in his brain made him hold back.

  I reached down and pulled my tank top over my head. I sat their pushing on his lap, topless, my nipples standing at attention, it was more than any man could resist. A grin spread across my lips and he sign. I knew I had him. He gave in. He nodded in defeat, grabbed my ass and stood up with me in his arms. I pressed my chest up against him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I tugged on his earlobe with my lips.

  “Bedrooms back there.” I didn’t even recognize my own voice, my tone filled with years of pent up passion and lust. I had dated and had sex in the last few years, but none of them compared to being with Jackson. No need to get so up for something when it couldn’t compare to the best you had ever had.

  I planted kisses down Jackson’s neck at he carried me down the hall. He found the bed and laid me down. I pulled on his t-shirt and he removed it while kissing down my neck and chest. I tried to sit up. I wanted to see his body. Feel his chest, but after a quick glimpse that wasn’t near enough time, he pushed me back down and grabbed my breast with his hands. He squeezed them, while placed small, wet kisses around the curve. He alternated, given them both attention. He licked my nipple with his tongue and I would arch up to meet him, but he would stopped and switch directions. I whimpered in frustration. He grinned as he teased me. I stifled a scream, which lead to a moan, his touch excruciating and so hot.

  His lips crawled back up my chest and kissed me as his erection, covered in his jeans, pressed himself into me. I opened my legs to get as close to him as I physically could, really hating the layer of close keeping us apart. I reached down to unbutton his pants, but he grabbed my hands. He kissed them and placed them over my head while cover his lips with mine. It felt like a warning.

  He placed his hand flat on my stomach and he sat up next to me. He grabbed the top of my pants and panties in his fist and pulled them down in one smooth motion. His knuckles grazed between my legs and I gasped. He deposited them on the floor and ran his hand back up my leg. No grazing and no tentative touches this time. His fingers went straight for my pussy and pressed inside me as he thumb pressed on the outside. His other arm laid over my stomach pressing me into the bed and restricting my movements. He worked his hand in and out of me. I grabbed on to his neck, dug my fingers into his skin as I came with a low moan from some place deep inside of my soul, like nothing I had ever felt before and it scared the shit out of me.

  My body shook and a sheen of sweat sprung out over my entire body. As I came down from the most intense orgasm of my life, my insides clinched when I felt Jackson shift and his tongue found my center.

  My brain said wait, stop while my body craved the amazing sensation that eclipsed to another level.

  Jackson sensed my hesitation.

  “Carrington, baby, let go,” he whispered as if talking to my soul. I whimpered with every movement of his tongue. I bit my lip and tried to hold it in, but it was no use. I crashed hard.

  My eyes rolled back in my head and I gripped the blanket under me with one hand and Jackson with the other as I cried out. It hurt and felt so good all at the same time and my brain didn’t know how to process it.

  When I regained feeling in my body, I opened my eyes and found Jackson watching me.

  “You ok?”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer him. The concerned look on his face freaked me out. I didn’t understand what happened and I felt any answer I came up with would be inadequate to describe how I felt. I remained silent. He climbed up next to me and pulled me into his arms. I turned to my side and wrapped myself around him and rested my head on his chest.

  The next thing I remember feeling something vibrate against my hip. I lifted my head as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

  “You have to go?” I broke the silence.

  “Yeah, curfew in thirty minutes.”

  I sat up and a chill clued me into my nakedness. I scooted off the bed and grabbed my rob hanging on the opened bathroom door. I secured it before turning to face Jackson, but he had his head buried in his own shirt. Pulling it over his head. He stood up and put his phone back in his pocket.

  I walked over and grabbed his forearm and squeezed. He looked down at me and kissed me on the top of my head. I lead him into the hall way and toward the front door.

  “Have a good game. I know you’re going to do great.”

  “Thank you. I’ll just go out their and do what I know how to do, right?”

  “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

  “Yeah, well, you know. I’m a stupid jock, sometimes it doesn’t sink in the first time.”

  “Then, I’ll keep saying it.”

  He smiled and leaned over and kissed me soft on the lips. I squeezed his arms, and he wrapped it around my waist, laid his hand flat on my ass and kissed me harder. I held onto him as my knees went weak from his kiss.

  When he broke off the kiss and opened the door, I regain my composure.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow after the game. Maybe you and Jackson can come by next week and see my new place.”

  “You found a place?”

  “Brenden, my assistant, found it. It’s out in Glendale near the stadium. It’s nice.”

  “Your assistant, huh?”

  “Yeah, in case you didn’t know. I’m a big time NFL quarterback.”

  I laughed.

  “I heard that somewhere.”

  “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He said and planted another quick, but knee buckling kiss on my lips. “Thanks for dinner.”

  “Bye.” Was all I could manage.

  I closed the door, but sat on the steps and watched him stroll to his car, get in and drive away. The longer I remained on the steps, the more confused I became about what happened between us.

  I shook my head and put my face in my hands, but then drew them back. My hands smelled like Jackson. I groaned and headed in the kitchen. The half eaten spaghetti remained on the table. I turned to my phone, sitting on the counter flashing. I picked it up and smiled at the text message.

  Jackson: I’m still hungry.

  I took a photo of the half eaten plates and sent him a reply.

  Carrington: You can finish it later.

  Jackson: Looking forward to it.

  I finished cleaning up the kitchen. I went into my room and flipped on NFL network for back ground and turned on my computer. I opened Facebook and did a search for Jackson Latre Mitchell. It only brought up his fan pages. I scrolled through some of the photos and read some of the treads from some of his fans. Everyone loved him. He had over a million likes on his page. I wondered who ran it for him.

  I switched over to Twitter and found his verified account and read his tweets from today.

  @JLMitch09: As long as I put my team in a position to succeed, I trust that they will do the rest.

  His praise for his teammates touched me.

  @JLMitch09: I think James Towson is the best wide receiver in the game today. By the end of the season, you will believe it, too.

  I caught a glimpse of his gorgeous face and bright blue eyes on the HD television. I turned up the television and listen to the commentators talk about Jackson and it seemed like they were talking about someone else. Not the man who made my insides explode with his fingers and his tongue. I got all tingly inside thinking about how he felt pressed up against me. How his fingers knew how to touch me. My brain struggled to give up control, but they way he touched me, and his suggestion for me to let go was all I needed to shut off my mind and let my body take over. It was scary, but freeing at the same time.

  My issues with control stemmed from my relationship with Josh, but this wasn’t the same thing. Tonight wasn’t the same thing. Tonight, it wasn’t so much about what Jackson needed and more about what I wanted. The fact he knew what I needed made me accept the fact that we belong together.

  They guys on the show where discussion what Jackson had to do to win his job and one guys said he had one game to prove himself. Another guys shook his head and said he had one series to prove it.

  I couldn’t imagine the type of pressure Jackson was under. . I thought over what happened tonight and hoped I didn’t do or say anything to add to that pressure.

  When we sat down to dinner, it did feel like old times. Maybe he needed that tonight. A no pressure situation to put his mind at ease for what he had to do. I was happy I could provide that for him, but surprised after the doubts and fears I had been consumed with all week.

  I had gone back and forth all week about what I wanted and what I thought Jackson wanted and always at the top of my thought, what we were doing would do to Jack.

  Maybe I could use a little less thought and go with my feelings for a while.

  See how that worked for me for a change.

  Chapter Seven

  Carrington Olivia Butler

  I woke up the next morning and reached for the phone. I wanted to continue our pre game ritual, but I couldn’t bring myself to hit the call button. Turns out he didn’t need it.

  Coach Crawford announced in the post game press conference, Jackson would be the opening day starter. His performance sealed the deal, but Sampson made it an easy decision for their coach. Jackson threw for over two hundred and fifty yards and two touchdowns in the first half, both to Towson. Sampson took over in the third quarter with the second team and in three series, he manage twenty yards and no first downs. After his second interception, even he knew his fate.

  And due to his sideline temper tantrum, he had to relive it on Sportcenter the following week. Sampson went off on his wide receiver and tight end on the sideline and Jackson stepped in to break it up. He said something in Sampson ear and he proceed to tuck his tail between his legs and walked off the field and back into the locker room.

  Jackson called me when he got home.

  “What did you say to him?”

  “I told him he probably has a camera trained on him right at this moment is this really the lasting image he wants going out over the airways.”

  “You do realize you were to late. It already looked bad.”

  “I know. I kind of feel bad about that, but he’s a dick. Everyone knew it, now their’s video proof.”

  “Is he going to be able to back you up?”

  “He has no choice, but I do have to play nice. I don’t get to choose my teammate.”

  “You know he hit on me once.”

  “He mentioned it.”

  “He did. What did he say?”

  “Something about how he was done with you and he gave me permission to have you.”

  “Son of a bitch.”

  “I figured he was just fucking with me.” Jackson cleared his throat. “He was messing with me, right?”

  “Of course. The partner’s took Adam and I out to dinner soon after we moved here. He came over and sat down at our table and all the lawyers sat back and listened to him tell story after story about his college heroics. It was kind of pathetic. After dinner, we waited for our car at valet together and he asked me if I found it difficult keeping all those partners off my perfect ass, he would protect me for a piece.”

  “Damn.”

  “Mind you, he had his hand on my ass as he said this.”

  “Well, you do have a great ass.” He chuckled. “It’s like round and firm and fits perfectly in my hand. I can understand—“

  “Focus, Jackson.”

  “Sorry. What did you say to him.”

  “I told him, I’d rather be gang banged by that group of lawyers before I’d let him touch my ass again.”

  “Jeez Carrington.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m not as nice as I used to be.”

  “I’m beginning to see that.”

  “Oh yeah. What do you see?”

  “I don’t know. You’re kind of aggressive, decisive and very direct. You’re such a bad ass.”

  I remained quiet on the phone. Not sure how to respond to that. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s hot as hell and your still you, just different.”

  Adam had me in LA all week working on a contract negotiation. I made it back in town a few days before the season opener. On Friday night, Jack attended a sleepover birthday party for a one of his friends. I invited Jackson over for dinner.

  He showed up right after practice and his fresh showered clean scent shot right through me as soon as I opened the door. He gripped the door frame and leaned in to kiss me. His lips brushed against mine and I knew in that second we were going to miss dinner again.

  I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He placed his hands on my ass and squeezed. I giggled and ran my lips over his stubble check and headed for his neck.

  “Great ass,” he whispered and walked us through the living room straight to my bedroom.

  When his knees hit the bed, he dropped me on the bed and stood in front of me. I scooted to the edge and unbuttoned his pants. I pushed them down and looked up at him as I touched him over his underwear. He bit his lip and hummed in appreciation. I reached up and ran my other over his tight abs and up to his broad chest. It looked like a sculpture. Not bulky, but fine lined and so beautiful. I squeezed his nipple and he winced. He grabbed my hand and raised it to his lips and kissed each one. I smiled and wrapped my fingers over his waistband and pulled them down. I flinched as his erection sprang forward, standing at a attention.

  “Talk about greatness,” I said.

  He chuckled. It turned into a deep throat groan as my lips wrapped around him. I sucked on the head, licking all around. I pulled him into my mouth, a little at a time. I stopped and released him, watched it twitch and listened to him moan in protest at the sudden loss of contact.

  I took him in again and did the same thing, but felt his hand on the back of my head and I looked up and the frustration in his eyes grew. I gave in and gave him what he wanted, taking him deep in my mouth until I didn’t think he had anywhere else to go.

  Jackson must have thought different. He placed a hand on my check and caressed it so sweet, it made me moan and somehow it opened my throat and he pushed all the way in.

  “Oh fuck. Carrington.” He held my head there for a few seconds and then let go and slid out. I reminded myself to breath through my nose. As soon as he slid half way out, his grip tighten in my hair and I took him all the way in. He pulsed back and forth a few times and let go. I relaxed my throat and held on for the ride.

  I swear he grew harder as he pulsed in my throat and he groaned and gritted his teeth and it only made me want to take it further. I got off on making him feel out of control and in control at the same time.

  “Baby slow down,” he said, but he was talking to himself as he let go of my hair and pulled out. He leaned over and kissed me. Shoved his tongue in my mouth as he reached under my skirt and yanked my panties off. He picked me up and moved me to the middle of bed. He kissed me hard and I gripped his sides and dug my fingers in until they hurt from the pressure. I needed to feel something sold to ground me because I all happened too fast. I felt so on the edge, but on the edge of what?

  Jackson knelt on the bed, pressed my knees back and lined himself up at my entrance. He sat up and I followed, but the way he held me, I couldn’t move to meet him. He looked down at me and rubbed my cheek and my insides melted. I reached down and gripped him and guided him inside of me. I gasped as he held my gaze daring me to look away. He filled me and I thought I swayed close to the edge of insanity.

  Not a good feeling, not a bad feeling either.

  Jackson leaned over and and laid perfect kisses on my lips and chin and neck as he pumped his hips into me. Slow at first, but he speed up and his kisses got more random and frantic. I felt a wave of panic over come me and I closed my eyes.

  He stopped and I felt his weight shift and I exhaled and opened my eyes. He sat back and I sat up, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He turned away and frowned. I pulled his face to me and kissed him hard. He wanted to stop and discuss, analyze and I was not ready to go there with him. Not tonight.

  “Fuck me from behind.” I whispered as I reached down and stroked him. I made sure the lust would push any other rational thought out of his head.

  I turned over and got on my hands and knees. He entered me and it felt so good, so right. Every time he pushed into me, he would pause and I would pulse on his dick, like he did with my throat and the way he gripped my hips, it drove him near that insanity line. At lease we were in the same place. He tried to hold back, but I didn’t want him too. I wanted him to take over and pound me. I got off on the panic feeling.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  I couldn’t see, but could feel his frustration in the way he gripped my hips. I worked him up into another frenzy and he had no more patience. He pushed my down to the bed and pounded into me. He cried out as he grew close. He wanted to finish, but held back.