“Are you ready for me?” His hand slipped between my legs. “You’re wet.” He pushed two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out. “You’re ready for my cock, baby mama.”
His words had brought me close to my own edge, his fingers making me dance at the precipice.
There was no ceremony for him entering me with his cock, his hips driving into me, his face full of an expression that was telling me exactly who he thought I belonged to.
I cried out as he fucked me, hard and needy, making me feel so full I knew I’d feel the emptiness inside for hours afterwards.
Jude’s fingers slipped to my clit, bracing his weight on one hand as he worked me to an orgasm that took over every nerve ending I possessed.
“Don’t think I’m fucking you just to make a baby,” he said, his thrusts deep and slow as he reached his own orgasm. “I’m fucking you because it’s my favourite thing to do.”
I felt his cock pulse, filling me up with his seed, nothing between us yet again. Another sweet orgasm rolled over me, my pussy clenching at his cock as if it was trying to milk him dry.
Jude groaned, letting his weight fall to the side of me. “I don’t know what was more satisfying: that or scoring.”
I laughed, not sure either. “Maybe we need a repeat of this in the morning and you can decide.”
He nodded, almost falling asleep already.
I tidied myself up, going to the bathroom because nobody likes UTIs and then tucked myself up against him in bed, Jude already fast asleep. His arm draped over me, his soft snores gentle and barely there.
I fell asleep feeling lighter than before, as if the goal he’d scored had started a new chapter for both of us.
CHAPTER16
Neva
Christmas was quiet.The pressure was on to get the results from the games over the Christmas period, as it was often the team at the top of the league going into the new year who would be crowned champions at the end of the season. We were currently third, the win when Jude made his return taking us behind the second placed team on goal difference and just three points away from going top. Despite the shaky start to the season, we were still in the running, which the pundits were saying was the sign of champions – we could pull out the results even when we weren’t playing well.
That meant the usual parties and celebrations that players might try to get away with over Christmas were non-existent. None of them would’ve had a busy Christmas Day even if we’d been ten points clear at the top, but they might’ve snuck something in the day before, or been planning something for after the Boxing Day match.
Christmas Day ended up being me, Jude, Kitty and Nicky. Nicky’s mum and his two brothers had gone to Disneyland for Christmas as a present from him, so we’d decided to cook it between the four of us, which made the whole day about food.
Jude and I had spent the evening on the couch, watching TV and feeling each other up, which ended up with a deep clean of his sofa. Then it was an early night to get ready for game day, rituals all in place, the bedroom set to an optimum temperature, clean sheets, no caffeine three hours before bed.
I slipped under the covers next to Jude, not quite ready to fall asleep yet even though he was absolutely out for the count. For Christmas, he’d bought me a blender that I’d had my eye on, but had been reluctant to spend so much on, and a stocking full of bits, including diamond stud earrings that definitely weren’t just a ‘bit’. It was a lot more than I’d expected, but I’d put it down to Jude earning more than the GDP of a small country.
I’d bought him new headphones and some training gear that had nothing to do with who he was sponsored by and everything to do with it just being nice gear. His stocking – we’d agreed to do stockings – was full of socks and toiletries, because he was obsessed with how he smelt, which was no bad thing – for me or whoever was his happily ever after.
We didn’t talk about what next Christmas would be like, whether we’d have a baby and be celebrating their first Christmas, or what would happen if we didn’t.
There was a stalemate.
The Boxing Day game saw Jude come off the bench for the second half, setting up a cross for Nicky to score a rare headed goal. It was the decisive goal, Nate keeping a clean sheet for the second successive game and Athletic taking all three points, but more importantly, we played well.
I travelled back with Genny and Jerrica, the game an away one at a ground just over an hour away, and turned down drinks at Genny’s apartment where she was holding a small, meant to be sensible Christmas gathering.
The idea of alcohol was turning my stomach. I was tired as I hadn’t slept amazingly the night before and I didn’t feel fantastic. I picked my car up from the ground and headed home, wishing I’d waited for Jude and gone to his instead when I walked through my door and realised my heating wasn’t working.
This wasn’t good. I felt off, and if I was starting with a virus or something, I didn’t want to be around Jude. The plan was for him to be the in the starting eleven for the next game on New Year’s Day, not laid up in bed with a virus. There were already enough coughs and colds and other nasties going around at this time of year.
I checked out my boiler and found it had definitely been unalived. This was a problem. I needed an engineer, but it was late Boxing Day and there was probably already a waiting list of people who needed a central heating engineer for the same reason.
I did have heated blankets and a fire though.
Before I could do anything, my phone rang, Jude’s name flashing up on the screen. He spoke as soon as I answered.
“Where are you?” He didn’t sound happy. “I thought we were going back to mine.”
