Gods, I could feel it in my pussy, in my mouth.
I could imagine rubbing my hands over the thick veins as I let him fuck my mouth, anywhere….
“Oh my God…” Mom started, panicked, temporarily pulling me out of my haze. She spun around and shoved him back toward the bedroom, trying to cover him with her body. “Rafael! Winter’s here!”
The door slammed shut for a few seconds. I heard muffled voices, Mom sounding flustered. When it opened again, Rafael stepped out with a white towel slung low on his hips, another one rubbing over his damp hair. Mom followed, cheeks red, shooting me an awkward little smile.
“Sorry about that, honey,” she said quickly, clearly thinking I was shocked and embarrassed. “We didn’t know you were already here.”
If only she knew. My mind was already spinning with filthy ideas….how I could make him mine, how I could have that cock stretching me instead, how I could finally take what I’d desperately wanted for years.
Water droplets still clung to his chest, tracing paths down between his pecs and over those ridiculous abs. The towel did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock resting against his thigh.
Mom’s eyes met mine, still looking a little flustered. “Oh baby...you made it with the bag. Good girl. Rafael was dying for his post-match stuff.”
I forced a smile, cheeks still burning. “Yeah. Traffic was crazy getting here.”
Rafael’s dark eyes met mine. That half-smirk curved his mouth. “Thanks for bringing it. Appreciate you stepping in.”
Mom leaned into him, pressing her body against his side as she ran her hand slowly down his bare chest. “I helped him with the first-round stretches earlier,” she said, voice low, “but we didn’t get to finish them properly. You know how tense he gets after a match.”
Rafael’s hand slid down her back and squeezed her ass, pulling her closer for a second before he dipped his head and kissed her hard, tongue sliding into her mouth deeply. Mom melted into it with a soft moan.
They stumbled back a step and Mom pulled him down onto the edge of the sofa.
My stomach twisted. Heat instantly rushed to my face and I had to look away, nails digging into my palms as I fought the sharp, ugly burn in my chest.
Mom’s phone buzzed on the counter. She glanced at it and sighed. “Speak of the devil. That sponsor dinner I told you about earlier… they moved it up and I really can’t skip it. I have to run and change and get over there.”
She kissed Rafael quickly, then came over and hugged me. “Stay and keep him company for a bit, okay? Order whatever you want. And tomorrow… I want you in the box with us for the next match. No arguing.”
She was already grabbing her things, moving fast. At the door she turned back with one last wink. “Take care of Rafael for me tonight? He has another big match coming up and shouldn’t exert himself too much, yeah?”
Then the door clicked shut behind her. The suite suddenly felt a lot quieter.
I stayed on the couch, heart racing, as Rafael suddenly stood in front of me. Towel low on his hips, looking at me with those intense eyes that always seemed to see too much. “Your mom and her schedule,” he said with a low chuckle. “Looks like it’s just us for now.”
My stomach flipped. Hard.
He walked closer, bare feet silent on the wood floor. He smelled like expensive soap and clean sweat and sex. The combination made my head spin. He stopped a few feet away, looking down at me.
“You look flushed,” he said quietly. Not quite a question. “Everything okay?”
“I’m fine.” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. I crossed my legs, hoping he couldn’t smell how wet I still was. “Tough match today?”
He gave a short laugh, low and rough. “We got the job done. Crowd was loud as hell. You should’ve been there.”
“I had things to do.” Lie. I’d watched from my phone like always, heart in my throat every time the camera cut to him celebrating. Even when I rooted against his team, watching him play did something to me. “Heard you assisted the winner.”
“Someone’s been paying attention.” His gaze dropped for a second… to my mouth, then lower, like he could see right through me. When his eyes met mine again there was something heavier there. “You still cheering for the other side, Winter?”
The teasing was light, but underneath it… something else. We’d had this same conversation a hundred times. Me in my rival scarf on purpose. Him shaking his head like I was the most frustrating thing in his life. It was our thing. The safe way to push each other without crossing lines.
“Always,” I said, lifting my chin a little. “Someone’s got to keep you humble.”
His mouth twitched. He took another step closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his skin. The towel shifted with his movement, and I had to fight not to stare at the way it clung to his hips.
Rafael let out a low chuckle, but his jaw tightened just a fraction. “Must be nice. Bet you light up every time that pretty boy striker from their team touches the ball. The one with the flashy long hair and the cocky grin. You’ve got a little crush on him, don’t you?”
My heart slammed against my ribs. I forced a shrug, voice a little too quick. “Yeah… maybe I do. He’s good. I like watching him play.”
Rafael’s eyes darkened, but his smirk stayed in place. He leaned in a fraction closer, voice smooth and casual. “Smart choice. That goal he scored today was pure class…the way he cut inside from the left and bent it into the top corner in the second half? Beautiful finish.”
I had no idea if that was true. I hadn’t watched the full match closely. I just nodded quickly, cheeks burning. “Yeah… it was.”
Rafael paused. The smirk turned into something sharper, almost mocking. “Really? Interesting. Because that player didn’t score today, Winter. He barely touched the ball in the second half.”
My stomach dropped.
He leaned in even closer, voice low and teasing. “So either you’re not actually following the games like you claim… or you’re lying about something else. Which is it?”
My throat went dry. I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t think of a single lie fast enough.
Rafael reached out slowly and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, fingers brushing my cheek. The touch lingered half a second too long. Electricity shot straight between my legs.
“Stay tonight,” he said, voice low. “It’s late. No point going back across the city. There’s a spare room. Or the couch if you want.” His thumb grazed my jaw before he dropped his hand. “We can watch highlights. Talk about why you keep rooting for the wrong team.”
The air between us felt too thin. My skin was too hot. I could still see him in my head, naked, cock deep inside my mom while I touched myself wishing it was me.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Only a shaky exhale.
My eyes flicked toward the sofa like he suggested. The cushions were still creased from where Mom had pulled him down for that hungry kiss right after they came out…
My pussy clenched so hard I had to bite my lip. Fresh wetness soaked my panties.
Rafael noticed. His eyes followed mine to the sofa, then came back to my face.
His casual smirk slowly faded.
His eyes dropped to my lips, then to the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
He stepped even closer, his bare chest almost brushing mine. Then he leaned in, lips hovering right next to my ear, warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Or maybe you're not thinking about sports at all,” he whispered, voice rough and low. “I saw the way you were staring earlier, Winter. When I walked out naked. You couldn’t take your eyes off my cock.”
I almost choked on air, trying painfully to keep a straight face, but my nipples tightened against my bra.
He pulled back just enough for our eyes to meet, that dangerous half-smirk on his lips. “Don’t act like you weren’t. All you had to do was ask.”
The towel slipped off his body. It fell to the floor between us.
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it too.
His cock hung right in front of my face, thick and heavy, already starting to harden again under my wide-eyed stare.
It swayed slightly with his breathing, so close I could feel the heat radiating off it.
I couldn’t look away. My mouth went dry. My thighs pressed together so tight it hurt. A tiny, helpless whimper slipped out before I could stop it.
Rafael didn’t move to cover himself. He just stood there, watching my reaction, daring me.
The fat head of his cock was still flushed from earlier, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip. Veins stood out along the long, heavy shaft.
My mouth watered.
Gods, I needed a taste. Just one.
My lips parted wider on their own. My tongue darted out, licking my lower lip slowly, hungrily.
I couldn’t stop myself.
Rafael’s eyes darkened. He reached down, his thumb slowly tracing my bottom lip, stopping it from closing. The pad of his finger pressed gently against the soft flesh, then slipped just inside, brushing my tongue.
A low groan rumbled in his chest.
“So… what’s it going to be, Winter?” he whispered, voice rough, “Your mom did say you should take care of me...”
My pussy clenched so hard it ached. I was soaked, trembling, completely lost staring at his thickening cock only inches from my mouth.
“How about we start from the stretching she just didn’t finish?”