My eyes narrow with confusion. What is she talking about? Then, she licks her lips and realization dawns on me. Pre-game blow job. Fuck. Yes.
She lowers herself to her knees and watches as I quickly shove my gray sweatpants down my thighs. My cock is already semi-hard and the minute she wraps her hands around it, it becomes fully erect. My body is trained to recognize her touch.
Mia opens her mouth, sticks her tongue out and swirls it around the tip, teasing me, before taking the entire shaft into her mouth. My head rolls back and a satisfied groan escapes my lips.
“Fuck, baby,” I grind out. “You always know how to make a man feel good.”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she holds my length firm in her hand and continues to suck. Her cheeks hollow as she swallows every inch of my cock until her nose is practically buried in the coarse hair above it. She pulls back, gasping for air before licking and sucking the tip into her mouth like candy.
I glance up at the clock, knowing we must leave soon, and decide to take matters into my own hands.
“I’m sorry, baby, but we gotta speed things up,” I tell her, sliding my hands into her hair. My fingers dig into her head as I start to fuck her mouth. I don’t want to be a brute but now that her lips are wrapped around me, all I need is release. I glance down to make sure she’s okay and catch sight of one of her hands moving furiously between her legs. Damn. I guess we both need the release.
There’s a tingling in the base of my spine and my balls tighten, ready to unleash their load down my wife’s throat. There’s no real warning as I thrust into her mouth, fucking it over and over until at last, my cock explodes all over her tongue, filling her mouth with my cum. Her hand is still working her clit at a feverish pace as she sucks the remaining drops from my dick. When she finally climaxes, she pulls away with a high-pitched moan. I’m transfixed by the way my cum drips down her chin.
“I think we just started a new tradition,” I purr, reaching a hand down to help her up.
She doesn’t say anything but when I catch a wobble of her legs as she heads to the bathroom, I scoop her up into my arms and carry her the rest of the way.
It’s a miracle I don’t fuck her, watching her shower. Everything about Mia was made for me, including her body. Her ample curves and full breasts make my mouth water. I leave the bathroom before my dick takes over my brain because all I can think about is the meaning of Mia’s name.Mine. She is mine forever and I can’t wait to slip the diamond studded wedding band I bought a few days ago down her finger. She’s worn the massive engagement ring I presented her when I proposed since our wedding ceremony. She thought it was too much, telling me I didn’t need to spend my money on something extravagant. I told her she deserved it for giving up her life to support my dreams of being a professional quarterback. In reality, I bought something so ostentatious because I wanted every man who dared to look at her know she was taken.Mine.
I manage to shake myself free of my thoughts. “We need to leave,” I shout.
“I’m ready,” she announces, walking out of the bathroom. She’s wearing one of my jerseys and jeans perfectly tailored to fit her curves. Her dark hair is braided and in her hand is one of the team’s hats. “Let’s go.”
I drive us to the stadium and when we park in the player’s lot, the press is already there waiting to catch all the arrivals. When the photographers spot us walking toward the entrance, holding hands, their camera shutters go crazy. The furious clicking is almost deafening and of course, some of the reporters shout questions, but I keep my head down and ignore them.
Once we’re safely inside the stadium, we stop. This is where we have to part.
“Head on up to the owner’s suite. I have to get dressed.”
Mia nods and smiles. “I love watching you play.”
“And I love knowing you’re here and you’re my wife.” I lean forward to kiss her, but when the door opens, I take a step back. The reporters and photographers are still there, waiting for another glimpse.
“Are you causing problems again, Theroux,” Edmond Piper, one of the running backs for the team, jokes. He slaps me across the back and then turns his attention to Mia. “Did you take this dickhead back?”
She nods and smiles.
“You made him grovel, right? Tell me you made him grovel. Was he on his knees? Did you take a picture? I’ll give you $10,000 to see a picture of Maverick on his knees begging you for a second chance.”
“I’m going to make him grovel for the rest of his life,” Mia says with a smirk.
Edmond claps his hands and laughs. “It’s good to see you, Mia. Can’t wait for the wedding.”
“Groveling for the rest of my life?” I ask when Edmond disappears down the hallway.
“You have to earn my forgiveness, remember?” She steps forward, grabs the lapels of my suit jacket and plants a smacking kiss on my lips. When she pulls away, her smile is wicked. “I love you, Mav.”
“I love you too,” I tell her before she leaves me and heads toward the elevator that will take her up to the owner’s suite.
I take my time heading to the locker room, thinking about how my life took such a sharp turn. A few weeks ago, I was miserable and angry, lashing out at anyone who dared to cross my path. Today, I’m a lucky son of a bitch, married to the woman of my dreams. My teammates are going to have questions. Our families will have even more questions, and when we tell them, their forgiveness will not come easy because they knew the truth even when I couldn’t see it. They knew Mia wouldn’t cheat on me. I only wish I hadn’t doubted her or them.
When I open the locker room doors and step inside, all the players erupt in a cheer. I smile and laugh at their jokes, all at my expense.
“It’s going to be a good day, gentleman,” I tell them as I start to tug off my suit. “Let’s make this a day our fans won’t forget!”
Three
