The moment I say his name proves to be his tipping point.
That proves to be the push he needed to jump off the cliff and he comes as well.
But instead of being all relieved like I was, he grows even more alert. He jerks away from me. He even pushes me up and over him so he can whip his dick out.
As soon as he does, I feel lashes of his warm cum on my trembling pussy and my thighs. I feel his entire body shuddering and trembling around me and I hug him like he hugged me when I needed his warmth.
I hug him tightly.
I hug him goodbye as he finishes what he started two years ago.
And he kisses me. On the forehead, tenderly, gently as he comes down from his high.
Like he also did two years ago.
Chapter Eleven
The Hero
There’s blood on my thighs. On my dick.
Dried and brownish.
Only a few small spots, nothing big. Nothing that would draw my eyes to them.
But I’m looking at them now.
Back at my hotel room, as I step into the shower, I’m looking at these spots as the water washes them away. As the water swallows the dark red color. As it goes down the drain.
For a second I don’t get it.
I don’t fucking get it.
But then I know.
Like a jolt to my system, I fucking know. I fuckingremember.
Her impossible tightness, the struggle to get in, her shocked breaths and jerks. Hertears.
That burned my skin when they fell on me.
She lied.
She lied to me tonight. Shelied.
And that burning, that pain I’d felt when she cried because of me, because I’d physically hurt her with my callousness, comes back.
A severe, massive pain. The likes of which I’ve never experienced before.
And I’m quite adept at dealing with it.
It comes with the territory of being an athlete. You spend most of your life hurting, nursing one injury after another. Icing, bandaging, elevating, walking it off.
Just because I don’t play soccer anymore doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten.
But there’s not just pain, there’s anger too, and I’ve never felt this kind of an anger before either.
Anger at my own fucking self for not figuring it out sooner, for not figuring it out in the moment, and I’m quite an expert in handling anger as well.
