Page 35 of Platinum Pressure

He shook his head. “No. I’m not Platinum right now. I’m Porter Elias Jones. I’m not the superstar football player they hired you to care for. Right now, in this moment, I’m a regular man—a vulnerable man who just wants to memorize your body. Can I do that? Can I feel your skin? Can I meet your soul? Please?”

How the fuck was I supposed to tell him no? How the fuck was I supposed to look into those pleading eyes and tell him to go away?

Open your mouth, Meadow.

Flex those vocal cords and tell him to go to hell with gasoline drawers on and take those thirsty bitches from the club with him.

Then slam the door in his face.

The instructions must’ve been unclear.

“Come in.”

Every ounce of willpower left my body as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. I was tired of fighting. I was tired of pretending I didn’t want to see what it felt like—what he felt like.

Cheers to crossing the line and putting my career in jeopardy.

Nobody’s going to know if I just do this one little thing this one little time, right?

The entire night, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Meadow. I watched every shot she took, every dance she had, and every laugh she released into the air. I brought the women into the section to distract me, but even they couldn’t give me what I wanted because the source of all my tension continued to throw her ass in a circle, deliberately flaunting what I couldn’t have in my face.

When I saw the fake-ass, grill wearing man approach her, I wanted to punch him in his jaw but didn’t need any negative press while I navigated through the off-season with this ACL recovery. My rap sheet needed to be squeaky clean when I finally returned to the Silverback headquarters for team workouts.

I replayed my actions during the car ride home and in the shower when we got back. I could feel my sanity running away the more I thought about the conversation. We both said things we didn’t need to say. We both crossed the line and dug the knife deeper into our connection. We both acted on emotions instead of logic.

It made little sense of how the night ended on such a sour note. I couldn’t let her go to sleep with the heaviness of the night looming over both of us. We deserved some relief.

In today’s cancel culture, it was hard to know how much pressure to apply before the good guy got labeled a predator. Every woman’s breaking point varied, and I wanted to respect her words while also letting it be known I wasn’t playing when I said I felt something between us. I cared too much about my brand to force a woman into a sexual act. For Meadow, though, I didn’t mind begging a little bit.

The Hail Mary I threw when I went to her room was my last attempt. I was sure she would slam the door in my face or cuss me out, but when she opened the door and let me in, I had no choice but to give her every ounce of dick I had and all the love to go with it.

When I entered the room, we shared a lingering kiss. It was slow, sensual, and said everything our mouths fought hard to hide earlier in the evening. The first kiss we shared was better than any kiss I’d ever had in all my years of kissing. I felt that shit from my scalp to the soles of my feet.

After the initial spark, I hungrily devoured her mouth until the back of her knees hit the mattress and she fell onto her back. The towel fell, and her body greeted me like a five-star gourmet dinner waiting to be eaten. I felt like a kid invited to Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory—eager, with no idea what to consume first.

“P-Porter.”

The way my government name rolled off her tongue made my dick harder than it’d ever been before. Everything about Meadow was beautiful. Every inch of her thick-ass body sent my mind into orbit as I tasted her warmth for the very first time.

“You taste better than I ever imagined,” I commented as I took a break from sucking on her clit to insert two fingers into her wetness. Her pussy was juicy as fuck and communicated to me in her own special way. When I did something she liked, she pulsed against my tongue and fingers. When I went too aggressively, Meadow’s hips would buck away from me. I listened and adjusted until I found the perfect combination. Two fingers in her pussy with a thumb against her booty hole and my mouth latched onto her clit.

“I’m about to c-cum,” she warned.

“Mmm hmmm.” I hummed against her clit, which sent her body over the edge. The milky white cum coated my face as I helped her ride out the first orgasm of many tonight. I needed her to hit at least three laps before I got mine. I wanted to memorize every reaction she had to me.

“That was . . .”

“Just the beginning. Lay on your stomach and toot that ass up in the air for me.”

Without a word, Meadow flipped over onto her stomach and showed me how deep her arch was. I licked my lips and pulled my boxers and basketball shorts off in one swift motion. I adjusted her body until I found the perfect angle. I couldn’t put too much weight on my healing knee, but she was going to get the best dick of her life while I kept my knee secure. Inch by inch, I filled her with my dick. She was already dripping wet by the time I was all the way in.

“You took it all very well, my love. Let’s see if you can take these back shots without running.” I complimented her as I scattered kisses up her spine.

She moaned. “I’ll do my best.”

We kept a slow pace in the beginning. I took my time pulling back and pushing through her wetness. Honestly, I didn’t want to bust quick; I had to let my body bask in her warmth as long as possible. She felt better than my hand ever did while I thought about her leading up to this moment. I gripped her waist and found the perfect angle that had her gripping the sheets.

What we did wasn’t sexy and sweet. What we did was raw, barbaric, and good as fuck. Old-fashioned fucking. Sweat, sex fluids, and skin clung together in a nasty harmony of pleasure. I didn’t know if I’d ever get another chance after tonight, so I gave her every ounce of pleasure I could muster in my body. I wanted her to feel it in the physical, spiritual, and subconscious realms. I wanted her to feel it from the tips of her fingers to the detailed coding of her DNA molecules.