She worked as a physical therapist for the Kings, so it didn't take long for her to catch the eye of the 7 foot center. When he first laid eyes on the brown-skinned woman, he could only imagine having himself being buried deep between her thick thighs, her hands being pinned above her head by his own while she begged and pleaded for him.
He could only muster up lustful thoughts of her, yeah he had some feelings for her but Willie was moderately different, some people's first regular instinct, when it came to falling for someone, is to get to know that individual, figure them out but his main focus was to get her in bed.
He was laying down on the table that he ordered a few weeks ago. He had been massaged and stretched by their athletic training staff on this table at home a few times.
He scrolled through a few pictures on instagram, waiting for her to come and relax his muscles. His hamstring had been killing him lately resulting in him sitting out a few games, but with their great training staff he'd be out on the court in no time. But for now, he just needed someone to come work on his quadriceps.
He glanced up from the phone, the small woman that had been driving him crazy, sexually, mentally, emotionally, had strolled into the room. Her curly, melanoid hair thrown into a bun. The curls that refused to stay in place had been pinned down by a bobby pin.
Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her floral scrubs that engulfed her small frame.
God, did she look beautiful.
"Thanks again for coming to my house to do this. I know today was your day off.." he trailed.
"No, it's fine, I didn't have anything better to do." she smiled placing the massaging oils onto the small wooden table. She had put on a front trying hard not display the fact that she was going crazy on the inside. She'd honestly wouldn't want to be anywhere but in his presence. She had a massive crush on him, you could say she was falling for him. It seemed as though everything he did was flawless, effortless.
He placed his phone on the table as well before turning onto his stomach, awaiting for the moment that her delicate hands would come into contact with his skin. He craved her touch, every time she did work on him he had to refrain from grabbing her and doing as he pleased with her body.
"You know, just because your working, it doesn't mean you have to wear those scrubs. Those look ridiculously big you." he chuckled.
She couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn in embarrassment. She squeezed a quarter size amount of oil in her palms and rubbed them together.
"I'll make sure to keep that in mind for the next time that I come," she chuckled to herself.
She slid up the satin material of his basketball shorts and grasped the back of his thigh, rubbing in circles as she released the tension. She had hoped that he didn't notice the fact that her hands were shaking. Being here, in his house, alone with him, was enough to have her unnerved.
Willie groaned silently as her fingers worked magic against his strained muscle. Her breath hitched in her throat, watching his back muscles contract. He hadn't even bothered to wear a shirt, but hey she wasn't complaining although it did make her job a little harder.
By the time she had finished working on both of his legs she was soaked between her thighs. Between his silent curses, the deep groans that escaped his throat, and the exposed skin of his inked back, she didn't know if she would be able to survive the whole massage. It was all too much.
