Love In the Red Zone (Connecticut Kings Book 1) (25 page)

December rolled around and I was in the swing of things with training. Eli would stop in the weight room and on the field when I was scheduled to run plays. He’d walk past the film room a time or two when I was in there viewing my old plays, comparing them to my new evaluations and numbers. He didn’t speak, just observed. I was cool with it; knew I was still a fish in a bowl being watched closely. My teammates—the old ones still on the
Kings
roster—were supportive of my pseudo return. They’d come check me when we were on the premises at the same time. I didn’t hang out in the locker room. I wasn’t ready for that, not feeling like a real
Kings
man. But I reported my obligated five days a week, and tried for the best attitude, although it hurt.

Jade still hadn’t found an apartment, but it didn’t bother me one bit. My crib had changed. It was no longer a barricade from the vultures that came for me at the lowest point of my life. It was now a protective palace that came with new discoveries by the week. They were Jade’s domesticated touches like fresh flowers in fancy vases in the kitchen, on the table and island. The house was scented from something she’d set up in all the rooms we used. She’d done all of that while working later hours, something I didn’t like, but knew I couldn’t interfere with. Jade still had to bank for her own place and I knew that was reasonable. But I missed her late night conversations. Lately, I woke up in the middle of the night to painful erections and her cuddled next to me, having come in at some point after I passed out. She did keep her word though. Jade made no blatant passes at me, but she couldn’t hide her reaction to me when we’d pass each other or when her hazels lit up when I walked into a room. She and Ky attended church with me when Jade didn’t have private gigs on Sundays. 

By the second week of December, the entire house had been scrubbed clean, even rooms I forgot I had. Kyree brought a special kind of life to the place. He’d hide all over and force us to look for him. He stayed with games and called my TV room our man cave, barring his mother from cleaning in there. It was just…fun. My home didn’t feel like mine after two short months.

Kyree made it known one night after dinner that Jade’s birthday was the week before Christmas. It was probably from missing her, but I went out on a whim and bought her a black lingerie slip from
Agent Provocateur
. It was all lace and short sleeved, making my dick hard imagining Jade’s honeydew tits and rounded peach in it, but it was supposed to be an alternative to her sleeping in my
Kings
t-shirts.

The night of her birthday, Jade worked late. I sat in the TV room, halfway into the sports channel when I heard them coming up the stairs. It was almost nine and nearing Ky’s bedtime. I felt some kind of way about the late hour, but knew it was because Jade worked late, which meant Ky had dinner somewhere else. I leaned back when I sensed they were closer.

“Hey, Trent!” I turned to the door behind and saw Kyree waving, still holding his book bag in his hand.

“Whaddup, my dude?” I smiled.

He rubbed his eyes. “Nothing. I’m tired. I was by cousin Lashawn’s.”

I gave a reverse nod. “I figured so. Cool. You had a good day, chief?”

“Yeah, I got all my letters right on my test.” He cracked a grin.

“That’s what’s up. Proud of you. Told you, you’d win.”

“Yeah!” His smile was full blown now.

“C’mon, Ky!” Jade yelled from up the stairs.

“I gotta go take my shower. But Mommy liked her birthday gift,” he whispered.

I gave him the thumbs up and motioned with my hands to zip his lips. I’d given him the money to buy her jewelry from a catalog sale his school was having. That shit wasn’t cheap or a price affordable for elementary schoolers, but Ky picked out a nice necklace and earrings, so I had to hook him up.

“Night, Ky.”

“Night.” He waved again and was out.

I sat back on the couch and grabbed the football next to me, tossed it around while going back to sports. By the time the nightly news hit, I saw her shadow in my peripheral before fully turning. Because it was dark, only the big screen was lighting the room. The ball dropped from my hands when Jade sashayed in front of me baring all her goodies.

Damn.

I wasn’t expecting her to wear the lingerie tonight. I don’t even know if I was expecting to see it ever. I was more looking forward to her reaction to it, knowing how cheap I was. But now… Seeing her in it…

“Shit, Jade…” my words spit out huskily; I couldn’t think past that.

She angled her head and fluttered her lashes when her vocals trickled, “Happy birthday doesn’t compare to that. I’ll take it.” She fingered her long hair over her shoulder. Her right foot rested on her left showing her manicured toes, a rosy color that matched her fingers. Jade was bad. Not only was her head tight, and her body lit, but she knew how to work that frame to turn a man on. 

Her expression changed. Those hazels dimmed in the dark room. Her head straightened and pink glossed lips parted. She stepped closer, still on her toes, her hands clasped together behind her back. Instinctively, my spine straightened and I scooted up until my lips were inches away from her heaving stomach. Jade trembled at our nearness. I could smell her personal aroma, something I’d gotten hints of when she’d creep in my bed at night. Her signature musk was mixed with the faint scent of berries. I felt dizzy with need, drunk from her heat and scent floating all around me.

“Can I touch you?” I whispered at her belly-level.

With her bottom lip sucked in her mouth and her tits rising and falling, Jade nodded.

I grazed the stringy material with my fingertips at her waist. When I moved to the back, my full palms were on her and she moaned. The slip pulled up in the back as she turned giving me a 180-degree view where I could see the string swallowed by her swollen ass cheeks. I pushed the slip up, curious about the full view. Her peach was decorated with stretch marks and discoloration, but was soft. I palmed both and squeezed them gently. I salivated with the desire to taste her there, so I teased myself with placing a soft kiss on both of them. She dropped her head back and I felt prickles from the ends of her cascading hair on top of my head. More of her scent driving me crazy.

I nudged her to turn back and I swear, I was going to sit back until I saw the front of the fitted slip was up above where her panty line began. The perfect black, satin v-shaped cloth was too enticing to ignore. I found myself pushing the slip over her belly. My lips led my mind to her soft skin that I kissed, then slowly stroked with my tongue. Jade let out another moan and her whole body shivered. I swear I was prepared to end it. It would be abrupt and awkward, but I would send her out to end it all. But when her hands pushed astride my head, gripping my skull to hold me in place, a familiar excitement blossomed in my groin and I pushed my mouth lower, reaching inside her panties.

Jade sucked in air over my head and I could feel her firm boobs shake on top of my head. She cried so vulnerably, trembled in my arms like a novice. That reminded me that ol’ boy ain’t never explored this area with his mouth, which was a shame because she smelled so fucking edible and felt so easy in my arms.

Fuck it. It’s her birthday
…

Jade wasn’t very hairy and I could feel her skin through the fine hairs. My hands reached behind her, pulling her to me by her soft peach. I pushed my tongue in her slit and Jade’s spine jerked back and her pelvis pushed forward. The faint noises her mouth produced when she was aroused out of her mind spurred my need to explore her. I reached as far as I could with my tongue until I felt the top of her clit and rolled my tongue over it. When she bounced in my arms I grabbed her thigh in the air and placed her foot next to me on the couch, opening her to me. Then I swiped my tongue over the thin cloth of her panties. In no time, it was wet from her excitement and my tongue. I beat on it to a rhythm that had her nails digging into my neck painfully.

“You’re stabbing me.” I chuckled quietly and knew Jade was too lost to join me.

To fix that, I arranged her left thigh the same and had her standing over me. I sat back on the couch and clasped hands with her, her fingers laced with mine, her palm on top of mine while her cunt was in my face. I started licking her through her panties again, feeling the contour of her clit more and more. I licked so firm and fast the cloth shifted and I could feel her skin. She gripped my hands so I couldn’t use them to push it to the side. I tried a combination of my nose and tongue until I was able to meet my swollen target and lick as wild as I wanted. Jade tasted so damn good it made me feel some kind of way to know this flavor of cream was in my bed every night. I got lost with her as she plopped out of rhythm on my face.

Again, novice.

But it didn’t matter in the moment. I enjoyed feeling like for once, I was on top of Jade instead of her being ahead of me with her head games.     

Oh…my…god!

I’d never felt anything like this before. I’d only had one guy go down on me and that was in ninth grade when Charlie Keeton didn’t have a damn clue of what he was doing.
This
… This was something altogether different. Trent was so strong and his tongue was practiced as it rolled firm and fast over my aching nub. I was shuddering like an invalid over him. And on his face…

“Mmmmmm…” I moaned at the thought of what the visual must have been.

My eyes squeezed closed as I focused on what he was doing to me with his mouth. Who knew Trent had this side to him? I knew he was no virgin, but he’d always drawn the line at our sexual chemistry. And now he was sucking on my clit, creating the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. My butt bounced in the air, my nipples rubbed against the lace of the lingerie, and his mouth moved with unapologetic perversion that I knew would change my sexuality from this night on. I felt desired, lusted after, and like an instrument being used to entertain this big, stubborn, and deliriously sexy man whose interest I’d been trying to gain since moving in.

My groin tightened, pulse pounded, lungs seized, and every cell of my body titillated to a pinnacle until I imploded. My hands slipped from his big hands and quickly, Trent caught me at the waist, plunging my core in his mouth, effectively aggressive with his knowledge of my orgasmic state.

“Oh!” I screamed over him, mouth open wide, and shoulders caving.

My life changed in the span of seconds. As he fed my sex to his busy mouth, I felt it. My soul shifted in a manner I didn’t know possible. I was weakened by him. Opened to him in a way that was intense, but unique to only Trenton Bailey. Pleasure danced on every fiber of my being and wouldn’t stop, just like his insurmountable strength that controlled the rhythm of my pouring. I was lost to him, helplessly, willingly, totally.  

At some point, I was laid on my back, stretched out on the sofa, fighting to regain my wits and breathing. I was over-stimulated and excited by the prospect of more. We’d finally made it. Trent and I were finally here. I’d finally had his trust and desire, and was ready to meet him there.

I sat up, still breathing erratically, and shuffled to my knees over to him. Trent was sprawled out at the end of the sofa. His head was tossed back and his hand covered his eyes. His dick conspicuous with need as it pushed through his basketball shorts, struggling for freedom. I went there first. My greedy hands pushed to the elastic band, pulling it back while swallowing back evidence of my expectation of having him in my mouth again. Just as I pulled back enough to see the bed of his silky hairs, Trent’s big hands covered mine.