My knuckles are white, my hands gripping the headboard, holding myself up a little and reaching for my climax. I take a chance and look down. Seeing Tyson like this has the knots in my belly tightening, the strings pulling against each other—watching him is ridiculously hot.
His eyes find mine and I’m caught. Watching. Riding his face. And enjoying the hell out of it. He doesn’t stop, even as I take in every one of his movements. His hands rub my thighs until he spanks me with one hand, the other digging into my ass on the other side. The soft fullness of his tongue is a perfect contrast to the sharp stinging.
Inching me closer, my heart thumps in my chest, echoing throughout my body. I rock myself forward, looking for the friction of his mouth, the roughness of his facial hair.
“Yeah, baby. Ride me,” Ty moans before immediately going back to work.
His voice is like velvet, soft and something you can fall into, but devilish enough that it feels like a dare.
My body responds, picking up the pace, and then it’s me hitting just the right spot. It’s like there’s nothing else in this world but me, Tyson, and the headboard. Waves wash over me, my orgasm pricking at all the right nerve ends. He doesn’t quit; he keeps licking and nipping at me, pulling me closer to him, being part of every single shock.
“Tyson!” The scream that leaves me is surprising. I’ve never been that vocal in the bedroom, but with him everything is different.
He keeps tasting me, all throughout my entire orgasm. When I’ve crashed out, top to bottom, and am nothing but a panting, satiated mess, lying next to him, he straddles me.
Tyson’s eyes pin me in place as he says, “I love when you scream my name.” He smirks and then leans down, my wetness on his lips, and kisses me. It’s one of the most intimate moments, like it’s truly just the two of us. Any of the self-doubt or questions has fallen away, and I don’t think they’ll be returning.
Tyson is one thing I’m 100% sure of.
Twenty-Nine
Blair
WhenClaire,mymanager,asked if I’d be interested in an interview for an upcoming article written by one of my favorite sports writers, the answer washell yes.It would only take a couple of hours, and even though it impeded on my training time, the Cosmos front office was excited. The reporter and their crew came to the practice facility to interview teammates and some of the coaching staff, followed by a quick lunch off-site.
Being included in one of the most prolific sports magazines to ever exist wasn’t something I thought I’d ever get a chance to do. I’m so excited to see how it turns out and am already thinking about what I’ll do to commemorate. While I’m thinking about how I’d deconstruct the article from somewhere in the middle of the issue to frame it, my stomach flips. It comes out today and I can’t wait to leave practice to get a copy.
We’re in a team meeting about to be dismissed for the day when Coach Dylan takes the podium. Before he can say anything, Zack yells, “Everyone be quiet, it’s a big DILL…” The team laughs at Zack’s pun, including the coaching staff.
He holds up a magazine and everyone starts to cheer. My face is on it. The cover. I’m not justinthe magazine, they gave me thecover. My body is frozen; I don’t know what to do. This isn’t what I expected. I hope the guys aren’t pissed.
Dylan tells everyone to quiet down as he reads the headline, “Blair Miller: This Is What a Game Changer Looks Like.”
And then the coaching staff are passing one out to everyone.Oh my god.
Zack stands, his copy in hand, and says, “Blair! YOU’RE ON THE COVER!” His enthusiasm is contagious and everyone starts to clap.
The heat on my cheeks is aggressive and I know I’m about the color of a tomato at this point. I look to find Tyson and there he is, smirk tugging on one corner of his mouth, and he claps for me, before mouthing “Wow” and giving a thumbs up.
The cover slides in front of me as one of the coaches claps me on the back, offering a massive smile. There I am, on a magazine cover for something I’ve had a subscription to since I was a kid. My brothers and I would argue about which pages, showing our favorite athletes, each of us got to keep to put on our bedroom walls or doors.
But now, I’m on it.
What is this timeline?
Coach Dylan comes back over the mic. “Only want to keep you a few minutes longer, but this deserves our attention. Blair deserves our attention.”
I feel like I could melt into my seat. I thought I’d get some random high-fives in the hallway or the gym once people read the article, not a team meeting shout out.
“The article is fantastic, but I’d like to read just a few lines.” Dylan says, before opening the magazine up to the sticky-noted page. “For years, the NFL has asked how to grow its audience. Blair Miller showed them—by expanding who’s allowed to dream.”
Everyone is dead silent as they take in Coach’s words, some even flipping to the page where the article starts. I can do nothing but stare at Coach in the front of the room. He pauses, looking up to me, wearing a look of pride it’d be impossible to forget.
“It may have been a bizarre sequence of events that brought her here, but it’s her tenacity and drive that everyone should be taking note of.Assimilating to a male dominated sport, from the players, to coaching staff, to the front office, is something that’s never been done. And people are paying attention. With her jersey being the best seller of the season, even with her joining in week five, you can taste the shift in the league. The idea of looking for talent and game changers in the places we wouldn’t expect. Blair Miller may be wearing an Upstate Cosmos jersey but make no mistake— she kicks for all of us.”
Coach closes the magazine and sets it on the podium. The people sitting around me give high-fives, shake my shoulders, hit their hands on the table in front of me. All of them are excited.
“Blair flies under the radar. She’s never late, doesn’t miss anything team related, and she had a whole life before this all started, including a successful business. I just want to say how proud I am. Of her, this team, and this organization for doing something that’s never been done.”
