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Rehab pt. 4 | Kyrie Irving Short Story

Four months later....

Kyrie sat spread on the couch with his shorts around his ankles. Experiencing pure ecstasy as Lauren's mouth held his balls. She had been doing a great job of pushing him to the edge and then taking that moment back before he could release. Her hand using her spit and his pre-cum to jerk him off, she began to dampen at the sight of him enjoying her good work.

Placing the tip back into her mouth, she continued to suck him as he struggled with squirming to escape the inevitable. The drool from her chin falling onto her oversized shirt as he reached the back of her throat. Kyrie bit his lip as the tears welled in her eyes, he knew he was right there and she had the perfect mouth to release in.

It was a dream.

It wasn't the first time that he had a sex dream about Lauren but they were becoming more vivid as they became closer. It had been four months since consistent training and physical therapy. Kyrie and Lauren spent time together outside of the gym and that's what aided in him falling deeper.

Everyone around him knew he liked Lauren and he didn't deny it to an extent. She was the only one unaware. Their relationship was playful but authentic. They became good friends, she didn't think of the possibility of him wanting to take it another step. She assumed that's just how they were.

Opening his front door, Lauren stood there with a bottle of wine and some Korean BBQ.

"Hey buddy, you hungry?" She smirked holding the food up. Stepping to the side, Kyrie let her into the home that felt less empty every time she entered it. "How was your rest day?"

This was one of the few days Kyrie didn't have to do anything physical and just would relax. Most of those days they were end up spending it together. His time with Lauren made his healing journey a great one.

"I really slept today. I took a walk too." By now Lauren had her hands under the warm water, washing them. She particularly loved the hand soap he used in his kitchen and made note to ask him to get her a bottle during his travels.

"But you didn't eat?"

"I had a shake." Lauren shook her head before getting out two plates for their food. "That's not good enough Andrew."

"Well, you're here now with food. I didn't die Sydney." He lightened the mood with the usage of her middle name.

"What would you even do without me?"

"Guess, we'll never know!" He shrugged taking a bite of the food on her fork. She back handed his shoulder before huffing.

"Now why would you do that? You know I hate that shit." Instead of using the fork, she placed it on his plate and grabbed another one. "You act like I got some shit." He took a bite of his food before placing his fork in his mouth again and putting the plate in the microwave.

"See if your dirty ass was patient you would know I didn't get to warm your plate up." Kyrie liked his food piping hot but he also didn't operate on patience.

"You right, you right." Placing his fork on a napkin, he walked around his island to give her a hug. She sat on the still with her fork on one hand and plate in the other. Kyrie's arms wrapped around her from behind with his chin atop her head.

"Did you have a good day?" The scent of her hair and the food flooded his nostrils. "Yeah, it was good. I'm just tired."

"You wanna watch something and nap?" He offered. "That's why I came over here in the first place."

"So you wanna have a drunk nap too?" He pointed to the bottle of wine on the table.

Lauren didn't wanna get drunk, she just wanted a nice buzz with her meal. He didn't drink much so she never really did it around him.