Page 76 of Craved By Lust

“Uggghhh, this is so fucked up!” I throw the helmet, fuming, but he’s right. It’s no one fault but my own! I’ve let my personal life affect my sport, and this is the price I have to fucking pay.Damn that good ass dick!

“Relax. It’s going to be okay.” I look up to see Tek holding out a water bottle and I take it, downing the contents, feeling heartbroken.

“It’s not, Tek. Ineedto play in that game,” I explain as I grasp my braids, legs shaking, losing my mind. I can’t afford to get on the coach’s shit list. This Friday we have the biggest game of the year against one of the top D1 colleges in the game.

“And you will. You just need to take it easy and get your head back in the game,” Tek frowns and I sigh.

“My headwasandisin the game!” I defend.

“Yeah, but you seem out of it. I noticed you’re running a bit slower… are you okay? Did you injure your leg?” He peeks down and my heart shoots right into my throat as I look away, embarrassed because it’s not my leg that’s the problem.It’s my pussy!The shit feels like it’s going to fall the fuck off.

“N-no… I’m just a bit tired. I haven’t been sleeping at night,” I tell him truthfully cause I haven’t. Frank is like the Energizer Bunny.He just keeps going and fucking going and fucking good lord, he goes!

Going eight rounds all hours of the fucking night is all fun and games until you’re running a thirty yard play and your pussy starts leaking cum down your leg while your back and legs ache from being flipped, pulled, dragged across the bed, and impaled by an eleven inch dick with the girth of a damn Dasani water bottle!

I can’t take this anymore!

“Well, maybe you need to try… uhm… sleeping alone,” he clears his throat and my eyes go wide at his implication. I have no words. Everyone knows Frank and I are a thing now. He practically sucked my face off in front of the entire damn school.

“I… yeah, maybe,” I mutter and he pats my shoulder pads again.

“Take it easy, Jess. You got this,” he smiles handsomely and runs off when Dontre calls out to him.

Damn… is it that obvious?

After showering, I leave the locker room, searching for my car keys while walking to the parking lot where I usually park. However, instead of finding my car, I see an older gentleman waiting there with a sign reading “Mrs. Metchie.”

I throw my head back, laughing at this man’s shenanigans.Really? Mrs. Metchie?I smile even though I feel like crap…he always knows how to make me smile.

“Hurts!” I go to walk over to him, but I turn when I hear Coach’s voice behind me.

“Yes, Coach?” I quickly walk over to him to see he’s holding something.

“You know Hurts, I had planned for you to start on Friday,” he tells me and my heart skips a beat. “I like your tenacity and your drive. You let nothing distract you, but today, just like last game,you were sloppy. But it’s nothing a little recalibration won’t fix. I want you to know if you’re still playing like this by Thursday’s walkthrough, youwon’tbe starting.”

“I understand, Coach. You don’t have to worry about anything. Iwillbe starting in Friday’s game,” I tell him and he smirks.

“Good. I see they don’t call you Arctic Beauty for nothing. Let’s show them you’re not just a pretty face, but you can play some damn good football.”

“Yes sir,” I nod and he walks off, leaving me standing there.

Okay… I need to put my foot down.

I turn to the older man and walk up to him.

“Can you take me to my apartment instead?” I ask and his eyes go wide with fear. “I’ll take the blame, so don’t worry,” I smile, reassuring him. He looks unsure, but he nods after a bit of coaxing.

My house isn’t too far. When he drops me off and I trudge up the stairs, I feel weird. It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve been here.

Once inside, I throw my keys on the island and look around frowning. How is it so different? I haven’t been here since Thursday when I left for our last game. This place used to be my sanctuary… my home that used to feel so comfortable is cold and lonely.I already miss him…

I know he’s going to be pissed and worried when I don’t show up at his place, bu— My phone vibrates, cutting my train of thought. I glance down and my heart skips a beat when I see Frank’s name and picture on the screen.Damn, how did he know so quick?

“Fuck,” I groan before picking up. “H-hello?”

“Baby, where are you? Why aren’t you home?” he asks and I chew my lip nervously.

“W-well, I’m home,” I tell him, expecting him to say something, but he laughs.

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