One Way Up
Another game won. Scotland versus France, and this was my first "official" game back after my knee surgery. I knew my coaches had their doubts, but my personal trainer and physical therapist had their hopes high for me. I was the best player world wide, of course.
I stepped onto the elevator from the lobby, ready to chill out. The ride would be long, seeing as though my penthouse suite was on the 32nd floor, but it didn't matter. I somehow managed to sneak back to my hotel room without running into any fans or reporters after leaving the stadium. Just when the door was three inches apart, a hand slipped in between them barring them from shutting. They bounced back open and a woman stepped onto the lift, ear to phone.
"Hey Mamita," she spoke into the phone.
"Yes, I made it to the hotel, I told you not to worr-," she sighed before continuing, "I'm staying right outside the city where the soccer games are held. I'll try to get you pictures of it. Oh I can't remember the name of it right n-."
"Saint-Denis," I interrupted, glancing up at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she gasped out, throwing a hand over her chest. Her gaze met mine and I saw something puddle behind her enchanting orbs.
"Saint-Denis is the city, Mamita. I promise I will call you before my appointment tomorrow. Please tell everyone I love them. Mhmm, I love you too," she finished before tapping the screen of her Rose Gold iPhone. She dropped into her clutch and crossed her arms.
"The 'soccer' fields, huh? I could show you around there sometime if you want," I offered, drawing her attention away from the marble floor. She looked me up-and-down, stopping on my tight, football jersey.
"You-you're Stefan Jones! Oh my, my family loves you!" she blurted out quickly. I was normally used to this kind of reaction from others but there was something about this woman that lured me in, causing me to feel something different. I already wanted more of this woman than just to see what was under that short little skirt of hers.
"Why yes, I am," I grinned, showing off my million-dollar smile. She took her plump, lipstick covered lip in between her teeth, and I felt my cock harden in my sweatpants. Her cheeks burned a crimson color, and she took a step towards me. I could tell that I excited her just by her body language. Her hips swayed side to side as she took each step further, closing the space between us. My 6'1 body towered over her small frame, she had to be shorter than 5'5.
"So you could really show me... the soccer stadium?" she asked, raking her index finger up my chest. My muscles tensed underneath her sultry touch, leaving a fire in its path. Her breath hitched when she felt my piercing on my hardened nipple, causing a growl to leave my mouth.
"Mhmm," I groaned out, feeling her fingers pinch down. My cock was throbbing against the fabric of my pants. Damnit, she was a feisty girl and I needed to get her onto the 32nd floor tonight if that wasn't the same as hers. I brushed my fingers against her, before placing them on her hips.
"Aren't I lucky?" she purred out. You could be, I thought to myself. I felt her cleavage push against my chest and her hand grasped onto my bulge. Out of lust and surprise, I dug my thumbs into her hips and let out a hungry noise, needing to feel her soft, tanned skin.
I pushed her against the mirror that I faced my reflection in every weekend and pulled her shirt apart, sending the buttons flying. Her eyes grew a darker shade of black compared to her natural chocolatey color. I let her take a good look at me, eating me up alive, before latching my lips to her neck.
Wet, hot kisses climbed every inch as I sucked and bit onto her throat. I reached up her skirt, bunched up on her legs, and found her dampened panties. The lacy material underneath my digits only furthered my arousal and excitement and I groaned into. I pushed them aside and formed little circles around her pearl. I pulled my cock out from my pants, it springing to life.
After I pulled her latex shirt down her luscious curves and her plump ass, I wrapped my arms underneath her thick thighs and gripped her ass in my large palms. My manhood rubbed back-and-forth across her, teasing her wet folds before I positioned it at her opening.
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