Overtime: A NFL Romance

8: The Apartment

It took seven minutes to reach the door of our apartment building. Luckily, I cleaned my room this morning before leaving for work, so everything was neat. I led him inside, hoping he wouldn't judge how outdated everything was. We couldn't afford anything super nice this close to Broadway.

We still hadn't kissed, and my lips ached for him. Was I the one who needed to make the move?

My bedroom was boring, as I only used it to sleep. We always sat in the living room until we all went to sleep. I didn't stay in the living room as I didn't want anyone to walk in on us. I wanted privacy.

A Longhorn skill was hung over my bed. My comforter was pink with white pillows. I had matching wooden nightstands on each side of the bed, a matching dresser, and an Aztec rug. It was simply perfect for me since I was never really in here.

I closed the door and wasn't sure what to do next as Miles stared at me curiously. I took my shoes off and then took a step towards him, and he closed the distance between us, taking my face in his hands and kissing me harshly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting him closer to me. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I had never felt this way before in my life. He was intoxicating like a drug, and I was an addict.

His hands moved to my waist, slipping underneath my shirt as he deepened the kiss. His hands are on my skin. I want them everywhere. He lays me on the bed, climbing on top of me. He pulls away, "Julia, I've wanted to do that all week."

I opened my eyes and saw his were dark and full of lust. I ran my hands down his strong arms, "What took you so long?"

"I was trying to be a gentleman and not jump your bones."

I smile, "I appreciate that, but next time," I pause and whisper, "Don't."

His lips are on me again, and his hands are traveling up my back, raising my shirt. He pulls away again, removing my shirt and throwing it on the floor. He looks at my bare body hungrily, but I want to look at him, too. I grab the end of his shirt, pulling it up and over his body. There wasn't an inch of fat on his beautiful body; it made my mouth water.

I pulled him down to kiss me, my fingers getting tangled in his blonde, shaggy hair as he hovered above me. His hand shoved my bra out of the way and grabbed one of my breasts. I moan in his mouth as he squeezes it gently.

I wanted all of my clothes off so I could feel his touch all over me. I craved it. I was never going to let him stop touching me. I wanted his lower half closer to me. I wanted to feel all of him.

He unhooks my bra, throws it on the floor, and takes my breast, slowly sucking on the nipple. My breathing was heavy, and I enjoyed the break from his addicting kisses.

His mouth travels down my stomach, leaving kisses. He makes it to my shorts, briefly looking at me to make sure I didn't want him to stop.

He slowly unbuttons them, sliding them down my legs. I praise myself for wearing a cute thong tonight. His hand lingers on the inside of my thigh, and I want him to slide his fingers up and touch me.

Instead, he pulls away, climbing towards my pillows, laying his back on them, pulling me with him. Oh. Oh. I know what's about to happen. He wants me to ride him.

I climb on top of him, finally able to look and touch his body. I could feel him hardening underneath me, and I loved the way his dick felt through his jeans.

His hands rested on my ass, slowly squeezing my cheeks as I looked at him. "I think you've stared enough, sweetheart."

"I just can't get over how beautiful your body is." I hadn't even seen all of him, yet I knew I loved what I saw. Perfection.

"I think that's supposed to be my line. Now come here." He pulls me down, connecting our lips once again. I ground my hips against him as our tongues danced in one another's.

His large hands roamed my body, feeling every inch of me. His hands felt safe to me. He almost seemed nervous, which I wouldn't expect from a professional football player. I haven't touched a man in a year. I hope he couldn't tell.

He began to flip me over without breaking the kiss, so he was on top of me again. His hands moved down my body as his tongue danced in my mouth. His fingers wrapped around my lace thong, dragging them down my legs. My stomach was in knots as he pulled away to watch my face as his hand traveled in between my legs.

His fingers graze over my bud, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip when he parts my lips. My eyes shut in pleasure as he rubs back in forth on my swollen clit. "So wet," he murmurs, and I can only imagine him still watching my reaction to his touch.

"Miles," I beg, sinking my fingers into his biceps as he won't give me the satisfaction I'm begging for.

"Look at me," he demands. I open my eyes and see him smirking as he continues to rub my clit. Why does he want me to look at him? As soon as we make eye contact, he sinks a finger inside me, making me gasp and shutting my eyes in pleasure. He wanted to see my reaction.

I couldn't describe how his touch felt inside me. I felt exhilarated. Alive. He touched everything in the right place. Maybe it's because his fingers were so thick and large. I wanted him deeper. Closer. Forever. He felt so...warm.

I moan when he enters a second finger, not knowing the flame building inside of me could get worse. I wanted to release all over his fingers, but I didn't want it to end yet. My lips move to his neck, and I begin to suck on his skin to try to ignore my orgasm closing in. I know he could feel how tense I was, how hard I was holding it because his fingers moved faster.

"Julia," he warned. "Let go." I released the breath I was holding and relaxed, letting go. He continued thrusting his fingers until I came all over his fingers. This was the most action I've had in, well, all year.

I open my eyes, trying to calm my breathing as he pulls his fingers out of me. He looks at his hand and slowly sucks on the coated fingers. He groaned as if it were his favorite meal. "Is your bathroom through that door?" I bite my lip, nodding, and he gets up, washing me off his hands. I still couldn't get over his body. He needed to take me to the gym with him so that I could watch him work out. Maybe I could take pictures.

He comes out with a hand towel, throwing it at me to clean myself up. I can't tell which I liked more, his back or front. Definitely his front. His jeans sagged low on his hips, leaving little to imagine as I stared at his V-line. I begin to clean myself as I watch his every move, almost feeling obsessed with the man.

Was he leaving? Do I ask him to stay? What does any of this mean? When he lays back down on the bed, I've concluded he isn't leaving. "Do you want to stay the night?" Say yes. Say yes.

He turns on his side, and I realize I'm still butt-ass naked. I should have climbed under the covers after I wiped myself clean. He stretches his arm out, pulling me closer, "If you don't care. Caleb's place is on the other side of town." My mind flashes to Amber. I wonder where and who she'd end up with tonight. I mean, Caleb, of course, but I wonder if she'll bring him to her place or go to his. She never really brings guys to her home, but his is far.

I smile, sitting up, my eyes falling on his jeans. My fingers made their way to his belt, beginning to unfasten it. "Good cause it's your turn."