Half Court Press [Crash the Boards Sequel]

Friend of Mine.

Zaria

"Fuck you mean you not gone make it to my game? It's the fuckin championships. Win or go home, remember? If we lose there's no more games. That's it, seasons over!"

"Will you calm down? It's the first game out of six, it's not that big of a deal! Plus you guys already defeated the lakers once before. You make it seem like I'm going for fun when I'm just flying back home for a damn funeral of someone I once knew."

"So you'd rather miss my important game to fly back out to LA to attend your ex's homeboy funeral?"

I paused for a second.

"What you thought I didn't know?" Allen asks.

He took off his shirt, exposing his perfectly inked up chiseled chest.

"Z, I'm yo husband so I expect you to put me first over some dead muthafucka." He fusses.

I sighed to myself, feeling conflicted.

The last thing I've ever said to Caine has been haunting me after learning about Kevin's passing. With them being so close, it's like I almost spoke his demise into existence. The guilt kept eating me alive so I wanted to pay my respects and apologize in person before it's too late.

But on the other hand, Allen was right and if I was in his shoes I'd feel the same way too.

"I'm sorry, baby. Until now, I hadn't even thought about the fact that I'd been so insensitive."

"Yeah, you have been." He states while sitting on the edge of the bed, rummaging through his practice bag.

I walked over and kneeled down in front of him.

"I'll cancel my flight and stay here to support you, I promise." I say while stroking the side of his face with my hand.

"What else?" He asks lowly while softly gazing into my eyes.

I took the hint and let my hand drop down onto his lap.

"I could..."

I unzip his pants, exposing his already erect manhood. I didn't bother to finish my sentence and instead, allowed my mouth and tongue to complete it for me.

Allen moaned as I pleased him orally.

As I'm deep throating, I realized that the two of us haven't been sexual for two days now. It was that kind of neglect that I knew could lead to problems in relationships, especially with athletes. For every night I didn't fuck my man to full satisfaction, I knew there was some thirsty groupie bitch that would be more than willing to do it for me.

And the mere thought of someone else fucking him made me fume.

I continued to suck him with balance and poise. As he leaned back on the bed, I went to work, handling his ass like he was a big gulp from 7 eleven. I was deep throating then stopping, deep throating then stopping, sucking hard, making his dick pop when it left my mouth. Did that over and over, kept him twitching.

I felt that it was my duty both as a woman and wife to make it impossible for any groupie to compete with me.

Allen moaned, closed his eyes, and threw back his head. I felt him began to thicken and pulsate. I quickened the pace and then switched up, licking along the large vein and swirling my tongue around the silky tip. I felt his legs shake.