My Sweet Bully

Her eyes flick up to mine as she wraps her fingers around the thick muscle, stroking in unison with her mouth. She glides down my cock, her hand following suit. She sucks back up, her hand tightening, jerking me off with each move of her head.

Digging my fingers into her hair, I coil the locks around my hand, and drive her down harder, fucking her face with my cock. My hips slam up, my hand forces her down, and my balls draw up tight.

Her mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around me. I love it. It’s the next best thing to being in her pussy.

“Yeah, suck it, baby,” I say, my voice a whisper as I grunt. My cock is beginning to throb, turning to stone as I shoot my cum down the back of her throat.

Prairie smiles up at me as she sucks me clean, swallowing the entire load. “There, that’ll hold you over until later. Now I need to go.”

She walks into the bathroom and rinses her mouth out with mouthwash. Blowing me a kiss, she closes the door behind her as she leaves for class.

Climbing out of bed, I grab my basketball clothes and pull them on. My life is so different now. It’s nothing like I would have ever expected or pictured it to be.

Prairie and I got accepted to the same college, and I got my scholarship to do what I love, playing basketball. We share a little apartment just outside the university. I’m working part time at a local gym and studying to be a drug and alcohol abuse counselor.

But basketball is my passion. Tonight’s our first big game, one that can really set me in the spotlight if I hit it right. I still have a hard time opening up to people. It’s hard to explain where I came from and who I am.

Here, at this new school, in this new town, it’s a clean slate. I don’t have to be Max Ramon, son of a drunk and brother of an arsonist. Here, I’m just Max, point guard for the Trojans. It’s actually really nice to be no one for once.

The first half of the game the score goes back and forth. We score, they score, we score again. It’s typical, but it’s not what the coach wants to see. Coach Vereene is yelling at us from the bench, his arms moving, and flailing as he points at his clipboard.

We’re down by two, with twenty seconds left on the clock. The ball comes to me, sweat is pouring down my temples, and my hands are clammy. Gripping the ball with the tips of my fingers, I hear the crowd around me go silent. Everyone is holding their breath, waiting for me. Me.

Bending at the knees, I jump, closing my eyes as I throw the ball. The buzzer goes off, but the ball is already in the air. It’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop.

The ball hits the rim, swiveling around the metal ring, then falls inside. The room explodes in cheers, the bleachers are bucking, and creaking as everyone jumps from their seats.

My team yells and charges me, but I’m not focusing on them, I’m searching for her. She’s here, somewhere in the crowd, she always is. Prairie has never missed any of my games.

I scan the faces. Eagerly hoping to her see her smile.

There.

She’s standing in the background as my team all high-five around me. Pushing through the hoard, I run to her side, sweeping her off her feet. Lifting her in the air, I kiss her. She’s my lucky charm, my muse, my one and only.

Spinning her in a circle, she’s giggling. Setting her down, she looks up at me and smiles. “Nice game, babe, you did great. You know I think there are a few scouts in the crowd.”

“Screw them, I don’t care about them right now.”

My nerves start to go wild, electricity is flowing from every corner of my body, zipping up and down through my veins. My stomach twists up like corded rope as I stand silent.

There are so many things I want to say to her. But right now, I only have a question.

Prairie’s eyes search mine, darting back and forth. She’s watching me, knowing there’s something going through my head, but she isn’t sure what.

Dropping to one knee, I take her hand. Pulling a ring from the small zipper pocket on my shorts, I hold it up. Her eyes fill with tears instantly as her cheeks flush.

“Prairie Dylan Westmin, will you marry me?”

Tears streak down her cheeks as she moves her eyes from the ring to me and back again. She isn’t answering, and that silence makes me feel like I want to throw up.

Say yes. Say yes.

Please say yes.

My heart is slamming around inside my chest like a caged bird. I can’t breathe. My chest is on fire, but I can’t remember how to inhale.