BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I wait for the ecstasy to fill my body, for the explosion to happen. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. It takes a minute for me to get any kind of clarity, but slowly, it comes to me. I’m in my bed. Alone.
My cock is so hard, and precum is dripping down my length. Fuck me. I groan. I was dreaming... again.
I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke it once, twice, and already I’m shooting cum onto my belly. The release is almost instant, but it’s not enough. It never is. The only time I’ll ever be satisfied is when I’m coming in Willa Banks’ tight channel and making her mine.
But after four years, I’m doubtful that’s ever going to happen.
I look at the mess I’d made and stumble out of bed, heading straight for the shower. I don’t even wait for the water to warm up, and I stand under the cold spray. It wakes me up, but I’m still thinking of Willa when I should be thinking of the game today. It’s a big game for the Knoxville Knights, a playoff game, and as their starting left tackle, I know I need to be ready and have my head clear.
The guys all joke around with me, telling me that I need to get laid, but I know that’s not the case. It’s hard going from the dumpy, fat kid to a professional athlete. Now everyone has an agenda, and it’s my money and fame they’re after. But none of that really matters. The truth is, there’s not one woman that makes me feel like Willa does. So many times I’ve asked myself, what if she saw me now? Would it make a difference? Would she want me like I am?
I know I can’t continue, not like this. As soon as this game is over today, I’m making a plan to seek her out. She doesn’t seem to be the type to care about things like this, but I don’t care if it’s my money or fame she’s after—if she’ll have me, I’m hers.
Chapter 2
Willa
I walk into my office at the Knoxville Daily News and set my bag on the side table and let out a breath of relief. I'm already caught up on my story that I needed to have done today for the local rotary club, so that means that I'll be able to hide out in my office and catch the Knoxville Knights game online.
Luckily, when I hired on as a junior reporter here, I got the tiny little office in the corner. It's barely the size of a closet. It fits only a desk and a chair with no room for visitors, but I'm not complaining. I'd much rather be here than out where all of the cubicles are and it's noisy and pure chaos. At least in here, I can work while watching the game. What I mean by watching the game is watching JD Ryan.
I barely sit in my chair before my boss is hollering for me across the office. I grab a pad of paper and my pen and walk over to his office. I catch all of the looks and snickers from my coworkers telling me that they know something that I don't, but I just smile at them. Of course, my boss is big and well, bossy, but I'm not afraid of him like half of these people are. He's usually pretty reasonable in his requests even if most the time he comes off as a bit growly and rude.
I knock on his open door. "Hey, boss, you wanted to see me?"
He waves me in and hangs up the phone. "I need you to cover something for me."
I perk up at that. I haven't been here that long, and usually what I've been asked to do has only been write-ups for different stories. I've never gotten to do any type of live reporting or anything like that. Already, I’m imagining what it could be. Maybe a fire or oooh, a bank robbery. I’m almost bouncing on my toes. “Sure, what do you need?”
He doesn't hesitate and gets straight to the point. "I need you to cover the Knoxville Knights game today."
My mouth drops, and I point at myself, shaking my head side to side. "You want me to cover the Knoxville Knights?"
He's nodding with a smirk that I’m coming to hate. "Yes. Jamieson is not able to do it. He's out sick. I have no one else that I can ask. I'm going to need you to do this."
"But I ... I don't know anything about football," I tell him, even though it’s a lie. I know plenty about football. I’ve learned the game quite a bit actually from all my years of watching JD Ryan play in high school, then at the local junior college and now for the Knoxville Knights. But that doesn’t mean I want to go and cover it.