Blair
Myskinishotbeing this close to Tyson without him touching me. The love of my life. The man I have no intention of living without.
Take-out containers have been long emptied and we’ve just been hanging out in my apartment. Just the two of us. I called Coach and confirmed I’d be at practice and anything else they needed me for this season.
I also shared, very clearly, that while this is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, it’s a one-and-done sort of deal. I don’t want to continue this, being on an active roster next season. Even if they wanted to find someone more experienced for the playoffs, I’d completely understand. Coach couldn’t have been more gracious. He shared that they plan to use me, for as long as they can, to help the Cosmos win that next championship.
This has been incredible. Challenging in ways I’d never thought, including the hate and incident with Embers & Ashes. But even then, I don’t know if I’d change it. The Cosmos have changed my life.
I may have made history, but this opportunity has changed my trajectory. It’s because of my time with the Cosmos that I have interest and buy-in for the new Embers & Ashes locations… that’s right,multiple.
My resilience has been tested in ways I never could’ve guessed and I’m proud of how I’ve come out on the other side. Well, there’s still work to be done, and therapy appointments to attend, but this has helped me growinto a stronger leader. A stronger woman. An even more unstoppable force. And there’s no way I’m running from that.
Plus, it brought me Tyson in a way I didn’t know if I’d ever have him. Maybe the dominoes of fate would have fallen, just right, for us to take the leap outside of the friendzone without us being on the same team, but I guess we’ll never know.
And you know what? I don’t even care. There’s no use worrying about what could’ve been, because I’ve got all I need, right here.
I must be staring because he smiles at me, waving a hand.
“Earth to Blair. What’s going on in that head of yours?” His eyes practically sparkle when they look at me.
“Just thinking about you.” I bite my lip. He’s still in my jersey. His biceps pushing against the sleeves.
Fuck. It’s hot.
“Oh, is that so? What about me?” he teases, and each syllable has the knots in my stomach pulling tighter.
I exhale. “Thinking about you in my jersey. How good you look.”
The air sparks with tension and heat between us. Threads pull me closer to him, needing more.
“Definitely don’t look better than you, baby.” His words land and I’m in front of him a second later. I stand in front of him as he sits on the sofa. Slowly, I straddle him, one knee on each side of his thighs.
First, his mouth finds my neck and he kisses and licks up until he finds my mouth. His hands graze my hips until they land on my ass. I moan from his touch and he kisses me harder, like he’s stealing all those sounds for himself.
My fingers dive into his hair, pulling on his brown locks, and that’s all it takes for him to stand, holding me to him, then rearranging so he’s carrying me with one arm under the bend of my knees and the other around my back.
He carries me like it’s nothing and I fucking love it. My strong, professional football playing, athletic boyfriend. Lifting and easily carrying me to my bedroom.
Tyson tosses me on the bed and I let out a huff of breath and a laugh. When I see his erection pressing into his shorts, I know I’m going to be soaking for him in a matter of seconds.
Glancing down to his hard length, and then to me, he pushes his teeth over his bottom lip.
“You are in control, Blair. Need you to tell me what you want.” His voice is stern and dances over every inch of me.
I hold back for a second, not knowing what to say. I sit up, going to reach for his shorts, and he literally takes a step back.
Ty’s lip pulls up at the corners as he slowly shakes his head. “What do you want? What do we do next?”
I can tell by the look on his face that he’s not going to give this up. I think about him wearing my jersey–showing me off–and how I want to see that.
Slowly, I gulp past the self-doubt trying to creep up. “I want you to fuck me from behind. Keep the jersey on. And I want to watch.” The words are quicker than I’d hope, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I tip my head to the mirror in the corner of my room.
Tyson says nothing as he walks across the space, picking up the mirror and situating it across the bed.
I’m taking off my clothes and feel like a sparkler that’s about to go off. It’s only been a few days since we’ve been together like this and it’s making me all needy.
He takes his shorts down, his cock springing free and I’m lightly touching myself–my fingers circling my clit, just how I like it.
