Page 123 of Forecheck
But I supposed I could take one for the team and fuck my girlfriend before we absolutely had to get up.
She pulled off and said, “Giving you a blowjob,” like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Which, okay, it was.
“But why?
“Because birthday boys get blowjobs! A BJ for my BJ, if you will,” she said with a little chuckle, then closed her lips around me once more. I let her work her magic for a few minutes, only because I fucking loved the shit my girl did with her tongue when my dick was in her mouth. But then I hooked my hands under her arms and pulled her up my body.
“I was enjoying that,” she pouted. Her lips were still puffy from my endless kisses the night before and wrapping them around my cock first thing this morning, a pillow crease still marred the perfect skin of her left cheek, and her hair was a wild ass mess around her head.
She was perfect. In every way, from every angle.
“I could tell,” I said with a grin. “But you know what this birthday boy wants even more than a birthday blowie?”
Berkley tapped her finger to her chin as though seriously considering it, though she knew exactly where I was headed.
We’d been at the cabin for a week, our last hurrah of summer before we had to head back to Traverse City, where Warriors’ training camp was held. Then it was back to in season madness and endless hours of studying for Berkley.
The year before, she’d graduated law school in the top five of her class and had gone on to take the Bar, which she passed with flying colors. Since, she’d been working for her former professor David Lippett at his firm, cutting her teeth on all manner of contracts. After nearly a year in the workforce, she’d made the decision to go back to school for her business degree, which would set her up nicely to open her own sports agency. I was so fucking proud of her for taking the leap and realizing her dream, and I would do everything in my power to make sure all of it was a success.
Admittedly, I’d been surprised when she told me, but I understood her desire not to wait until the time was “right.”
“If I wait until then,” she’d said, “I feel like I’ll be waiting my whole life. The time to do this is now, while I’m still young and have my best years to look forward to yet.”
I couldn’t agree more, which is why I’d also been working on a little something of my own. After we got knocked out of the playoffs in 2021, my sister approached me with a business opportunity. She was feeling listless in New York and ready to make a big change. For a few months, she’d been tinkering around with the idea of starting an activewear company created by athletes for athletes, but also the kind of gear that was accessible to the common man or woman. She had the ideas—including pages and pages of clothing samples and specs—and I had the money, the fame, and the business experience from years of brokering my own brand partnerships, not to mention my degrees, to really help get it off the ground.
I had to admit, I was surprised by the amount of thought that had gone into it, and I couldn’t see a fault with anything Kenzie had brought to the table. What else was I supposed to do but say yes?
So last summer, Kenzie moved to Detroit, and FLEX was born. It was still a fledgling company, but my sister had ideas to really help us take off. I love working with her, and it was great having her close by where I could keep an eye on her.
“What do you want more than a birthday blowie?” Berkley asked me, pulling me back to the present. Already, she shifted atop me, getting ready to angle herself where I wanted her.
“I want”—I reached between us to fist my cock, and Berkley rose just enough so I could tease her entrance, slickening my head with her arousal—“for you to sit down and take this cock like the good girl you are.”
“Anything for the birthday boy,” she said as she sank onto me, both of us sighing happily when we came together.
I sat up so we were face to face, my hand anchored in the hair at her nape while she experimentally rolled her hips, seeking out that perfect angle. “So good like this.”
“So deep and perfect,” she agreed when she found the spot, picking up the pace.
Damn, my girl loved being on top, and I loved watching her use me to seek her pleasure, those gorgeous tits bouncing in my face as she bounced on my cock.
We didn’t speak again until Berkley screamed my name as she came, triggering my release.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned, burying my face in her neck as her walls clamped around me. “Milk that cock dry.”
Another shockwave coursed through her, her pussy fluttering around me as I spilled hot and long inside her.
Best. Birthday. Present. Ever.
Well…maybe not ever. But as long as everything went according to plan, that would come within the hour.
When Berkley rolled off me, I hopped from the bed and padded into the bathroom for a washcloth to clean her up, though the sight of my cum dripping out of her had my cock twitching, then said, “Get up and get dressed, baby. I’ve been waiting all week to watch a sunrise with you.”
“You’re lucky I love you so much,” she grumbled as she rolled to standing. “You realize we haven’t exactly been sleeping this week, right?”
Oh, I was well aware. I’d had her naked and speared on my cock in every fucking room, on every flat surface of this entire lake house.
