Off the Sidelines (QuirkyQuill and MrPositive)

[MrPositive]

Adrian didn’t dare let go. He could feel her shaking, the intensity of their lovemaking now having its after effects on her. He held onto her tightly as they both slowly came down their respective and shared highs. His eyes finally opened when she spoke. A faint smile played across his lips.

“You are perfect. If I am being honest with myself, I knew that ten years ago. But this, was worth the wait”.

His manhood was slowly retreating from her as its hard state subsided. But he did not want to move from this position, for it would mean the moment was over. It had been so perfect, starting with their long awaited confession to each other, to how quickly they realised how much they needed each other - physically, mentally, emotionally.

“Please tell me you can stay here tonight”.

He chided himself for sounding clingy, despite this being Cassie. But he knew the moment she left, the whole dynamic changed. Meg and Marcus would certainly find out. But what about anyone else? Given their high stake professions, what ramifications could there be?

At that point, he snapped himself back to reality, if this was indeed reality. He was in bed with his dream girl, having just had the most amazing experience of enjoying each other’s bodies.

 

[QuirkyQuill]

His arms held her fast against him, her own arms slow to release him as she finally gathered more control over her breathing. Laying her head against his shoulder, she turned her face so she could look at him, her eyes trailing along his jaw line. A small smile quirked on her lips as he spoke, her fingers drawing circles on his opposite shoulder.

“Please tell me you can stay here tonight.”

Chuckling, she nodded. “I haven't had a curfew in a long time, Stafford. No worries about getting locked out of a dorm. Yes, I can stay.” Silence filled the room as they continued to sit together, Cassie’s eyes drifting closed. A small sigh of contentment escaped her as exhaustion began to sink into her muscles.

When he next spoke, she felt the vibration of his voice as much as she heard his words. “That was amazing. You are amazing. Why did we wait ten years to do that?”

“A lot of reasons,” she said, her voice quiet when she spoke. Some of those reasons she really didn't want to get into at the moment. “Ten years ago you would have gotten a very different Cassie, though,” she said, laughing,”Awkward would be an understatement.”

“Younger Adrian would definitely have been too much of a coward to say anything anyway,” he responded. Lifting her head, Cassie studied him for a moment before bringing her hands to either side of his face.

“I think that sometimes, as painful as the realization might be, things happen when they're supposed to. Not just when we want them to. Those two kids ten years ago had a lot of big decisions to make.” Cassie needed to believe this. Ten years ago they were both about to embark on two very different careers, demanding in their own way. If they'd been as honest with each other then, how would that have turned out?

“Yes, they did. And you're right. It seems we had to wait for the stars to align...or for me to get the right head thinking for once!”

Cassie laughed at his words, and reached up to brush back his hair. She couldn't stop touching him. A mischievous twinkle sparkled in her eyes, and she pretended to look thoughtful for a moment.

“I think I’m partial to both heads at the moment.”

Adrian chuckled, his head shaking slightly at her. “Both heads are very happy with you right now.”

Leaning in, Cassie kissed him softly. “All right, Coach. I think you have thoroughly worn me out for the night. I think that we should probably get cleaned up and get some sleep. I know you have to go in tomorrow.” Untangling her body from his, Cassie made her way into his bathroom to get ready for bed.

When she finally crawled under the sheets beside him, her body shivered into his from the cool fabric against her skin. They had shared a bed a few times in college, the results of some late night study sessions, but that had a drastically different feeling than this. She burrowed into his side, her arm sliding around his middle, the exhaustion of the week and their night catching up to her quickly. Before long, Cassie fell asleep, feeling perfectly content.

Her body was accustomed to waking up early, and so it didn't surprise her when she woke up a little after dawn. Looking up, she smiled to herself as she watched Adrian sleep, a reminder that last night had not, in fact, been a dream. Flashes of their night together skirted across her memory, and she very vividly recalled the feel of him inside of her. The way her body has given into him so effortlessly.

She slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake him. Slipping into the restroom, she found a Wolf Pack sweatshirt hanging on the back of his bathroom door, and slid it down, the shirt falling to her thighs. Reaching back, she pulled her hair out, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mussed hair fell around her shoulders. She looked like a woman who had been made love to, and before she realized it, she was grinning at herself in the mirror. Adrian Stafford had taken her body to heights she hadn't known possible, but she also knew that he was the only man alive capable of making her feel the way he did. He’d told her he loved her. Shaking her head, she padded out of the bedroom and downstairs.

After searching for a few minutes, she found her cell phone on the table where she’d left it the previous night. Making her way into the kitchen, she found the coffee pot and tracked down a couple of mugs. Once it was brewing, she unlocked her phone to see the damage one neglected night had done.

Leaning against the kitchen island, she propped her head up on her fist, her cell phone flat on the quartz countertop. She had fifteen missed text messages from Meg.

M: Hey, babe. What time do you want me to pick you up?
M: You aren't answering me…
M: OMG. Are you and Adrian hooking up?
M: I texted you an hour ago and you still haven't answered. Finally!!!!!!!
M:
M: You didn't come home last night! I bet he made you…never mind.

Shaking her head, Cassie couldn't help but laugh.

C: I’m alive and well. No worries.

With a sigh, she pulled up her social media, already dreading the abundance of notifications.

 

[MrPositive]

Adrian stirred awake as he registered the faint clink of a coffee pot downstairs and the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through his home. Stretching, he let a lazy smile cross his face as last night came rushing back to him in vivid, electric detail. The warmth of Cassie's body, her laughter, the way she'd looked at him—everything about last night felt raw, real, and entirely overdue. For years, he'd kept those feelings locked up, convincing himself it was for the best. But now, with her here in his bed, it felt like things had finally fallen into place.

He glanced over, finding the spot next to him empty but still warm. The sweatshirt she'd borrowed was gone too, and he had no doubt she was the one downstairs making herself at home. Seeing her in his space, so effortlessly part of his life now, sent a deep sense of contentment through him. For so long, he'd told himself that leaving things unspoken was the only way to keep her close. But after last night, he knew he'd been dead wrong.

Pulling himself out of bed, he found a pair of sweats, tugged them on, and made his way downstairs, enjoying the thought of catching her off-guard, of slipping up behind her as she leaned over the counter, scrolling on her phone.

As he reached the kitchen doorway, he paused for a moment, just watching her. She stood by the coffee pot, his old sweatshirt hanging off her shoulders and brushing her thighs, her hair loose and mussed in a way that made him want to pull her right back upstairs. She looked like she belonged here, like she'd always belonged here, and he found himself grinning, unable to keep quiet.

"Morning, gorgeous." His voice was low, still thick with sleep, but he let his gaze settle on her, filled with open appreciation.

When she looked up, he caught the soft grin she tried to hide and the way she straightened a bit, her fingers still wrapped around the coffee mug. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You realize I've waited a hell of a long time to wake up to you like this, right?"

His fingers traced idle circles along her waist, and he leaned down, his voice dropping even lower. "You think it'll take you some time to get used to it?"

He chuckled softly, knowing that despite the years apart, there was something so easy about this. Adrian wanted more than just a night together. He wanted mornings like this to become their routine, the feel of her beside him to be something he'd never again have to wonder about or miss.

Running his hands down her arms, he felt a rush of pride seeing her here, at ease and smiling. "So, what's on your agenda for today?" he asked, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. I do need to head into the facility for a bit, but my afternoon is wide open."

She looked at him with a softness that made his chest tighten, her fingers brushing lightly along his arms. He leaned in, his voice a quiet murmur against her ear. "Because last night only made me more sure of one thing: I don't want to go another day without you, Cass."

 

[QuirkyQuill]

Meg had responded almost immediately, which surprised Cassie given the early hour.

M: OMG. Cassie! Tell me everything. Was it amazing? Best sex ever? I always had a feeling that man was packing.
C: What is wrong with you?
M: You cannot spare me the details. I worked so hard for this!
C: …You didn’t really need my car last night, did you?
M: I’m going to plead the fifth. Did he make you scream? Beg? Or was it slow and sensual?

Cassie was not caffeinated enough for this. Closing her message with Meg and pulling up her social media feed, she took a sip of coffee as she scrolled, relishing the warmth as it trickled down her throat. Meg’s question did lead her mind back down the trail to the night before, the way his mouth had felt grazing across her stomach. She hadn’t screamed, but Adrian had definitely pulled sounds from her that she had never made before. His voice interrupted her thoughts, and she had to temper her reaction in an effort not to betray the images running rampant through memory.

“Good morning.” The way his hands felt around her waist as he pulled her closer sent a thrill through her body, his fingers coaxing every nerve from their slumber. Bless it all. The thought hit her the moment his breath tickled her ear, his low timbre vibrating in her ear. The man’s voice was enough to turn her on, although she couldn’t help but be suspicious that he was doing it on purpose.

"You think it'll take you some time to get used to it?"

Cassie straightened her back, leaning against him fully as she rested her head against his shoulder.

“Hmmm…” Bringing a finger up to her lips, she tapped it as though deep in thought. Turning her head slightly so she could see him, she had a playful expression dancing around her features. “It might, Coach. But I heard practice makes progress. And repetition is a vital component to learning something.” Reaching up, she laid her hand against his cheek, pulling his face a little closer to hers, and she kissed him on his cheek. “But I have always been a good student.”

“Also, you left a hickey on my stomach,” she laughed, her head shaking slightly. “Are we in high school?”

She lowered her arm, sinking into him a little further as his hands moved down her arms. “I am actually light today. I don’t have anywhere to be. I just need to get caught up on social media stuff. Social media management for me is like shaking hands with donors for you.”

The smile on her face softened when he lifted her chin, her breath hitching at the closeness of their faces. Her eyes dipped to his mouth, and she didn’t even try to bother hiding it. Then he was speaking in her ear again, his voice dropping low. He was definitely doing this on purpose.

“ I don't want to go another day without you, Cass."

The words themselves that he spoke reached her on a deeper level, and she tilted her head back again to look at him, her adoration for him shining through. Leaning forward, her mouth captured his as she reached down and took his hands, pulling them around her so he was wrapped around her from behind. The way he enveloped her made her feel so completely sheltered from everything.

“You keep using that deep voice in my ear, you just might be late.” She broke their kiss briefly to speak, before leaning back in, her tongue seeking his out as she pushed her ass against him as if to emphasize her point.

 

[MrPositive]

You keep using that deep voice in my ear, you just might be late.

He chuckled, searching her face for any sign of another meaning. Then feeling her ass push against him told him all he needed to know - she was determined to make him late.

Feeling his cock stirring in under her ass, he turned her around again and lifted her in his arms so she straddled his waist.

“If I am going to be late, let’s make it worthwhile”.

He kissed her deeply and passionately, his urgency evident. He took a few steps to the island, carefully landing her on the edge. His hands went to the hem of the sweatshirt, pushing it over her waist. Seeing her most intimate lips in the daylights was mesmerising. As he continued to kiss her, his tongue exploring her mouth, he laid a hand between her legs, surprised to find her already start to leak her arousal. Their sexual connection was undeniable, they both wanted each other equally.

He slid two fingers into her, ensuring that her arousal had her ready for him. The pure feel of her on his fingers brought him to full mast. He quickly moved his sweat pants to mid thigh, his erect manhood springing free. He took hold and rubbed the head along slick slit. Once he was happy he was sufficiently lubricated, he pushed forward. He groaned as he, once again, felt her stretched around him.

 

[QuirkyQuill]

Cassie squeaked as he turned her and lifted her, eliciting a laugh from her as she wrapped her legs around him. Holding on to his shoulders, her playfulness quickly dissolved into something more heated as he spoke.

“If we manage our time well, you might just be punctual.” The rhythm of her breathing had already faltered, and by the time his mouth rendered any future words useless, anticipation had effectively fluttered from her stomach down between her legs. When he set her down on the quartz stone, she ignored the chill beneath her bottom, and used her legs to pull him in closer, the hotness from her arousal quickly putting the cold stone from her notice. Her left hand snaked its way up through his hair, her fingers curling against his scalp, welcoming his probing tongue.

Her other hand ran down his chest slowly and back up again, sliding over his shoulder, and she found it impossible to ignore the way his muscles moved under her fingers. There was nothing patient from either one of them, and Cassie’s tongue tasted him with a hunger that seemed insatiable.

A small, pleading whine broke the silence when she felt his hand against her center, and her mouth broke from his on a gasp, his fingers sliding inside her stoking her need to greater heights.

She looked down at his motions as he pushed his own pants down, the sight of them both partially dressed undoing her a little more. There was something so unbelievably sexy to her about the idea that their mutual frustration was so strong they couldn't bother to take the extra time to fully undress. Cassie felt a little bit like a wanton hussy, but with Adrian on the other side of that coin, she was happy to fall into it.

Her stomach flipped as she watched him run his dick against her, and when he pulled them together, her eyes closed as he once again filled her.

“God, Adrian.” His name came out on an exhale as her legs slid back around him. “I need you so much it hurts.” Turning her head, she bent down and nipped at his neck. She ran her tongue along his skin, occasionally stopping to capture him and suck gently. They began to move against each other, and though she lacked control over the situation because of her position, Cassie pulled herself as close as she could get to him.

 

[MrPositive]

Adrian bottomed out in Cassie, almost too easily. Their shared and combined arousals was almost enough to set the kitchen on fire. Her touch, her lips on his skin, her playful nips and sucks - it all pushed him to a state of all consuming arousal. This inspired him to begin thrusting slowly, but each one had force behind it. Enough to almost completely withdraw, before pushing forward to fill her up completely. As each thrust passed, his speed increased. In minutes, he was fucking her with almost reckless abandon.

His hands were on her lower back, holding her steady as his thrusts threatened to lift her off the island counter. The sounds he was making were more animalistic in nature than the previous night, probably due to their urgent nature - neither wanting to wait to go to the bedroom, instead using his kitchen counter as their temporary love platform.

"Cass, you feel so fucking amazing", he practically growled at her as he continued to pound her. A fleeting thought that he made be going too hard was dismissed when he looked deep into her eyes and saw the same raw look of desire. If he hadn't felt the same, the look she was giving may have scared him. This was a Cassie he had never seen, but he was determined to know intimately.

His lips alternated between her own lips, her neck, her earlobe, again licking and nipping as he went.

 

[QuirkyQuill]

Adrian was giving her exactly what she needed, what her sex hungered for. The way he took her so fully, his slow, steady beat against her, delivered pleasure with every intentional thrust had her arching into him. Her lips broke free from him once his rhythm increased, her eyes closing tightly as her head fell back. She clutched onto him, her fingers digging into him out of sheer willpower to remain upright.

Cassie’s cries broke in between her panting, and she rested her hands on the countertop behind her, her upper body leaning slightly away as she held herself up. The sensation changed ever so slightly in her altered angle, his dick sliding against the top wall of her womanhood with more pressure. So much pressure. Everywhere. He pounded into her like a man possessed, and her eyes opened briefly to take him in, her tension creased into her brow. The sight of his physique, every ounce of athletic build intent on bringing them both to the height of this mountain, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together, punctuated by his growls, unlocked a level of erotic desire Cassie was unaware she possessed. The way her breasts bounced with every motion, hidden underneath his sweater, further driving home the fact that in this moment he owned every inch of her.

“Don’t stop.” The words came out choked between gasps, her tone a cross between a whimper and a demand. She could feel her body pooling against his, that heat beginning to build deep inside her, lighting from some unknown depth. Cassie needed him to be there with her. This was so raw and rough, the intensity overwhelmed her in the most intoxicating way. The muscles in her body burned with exertion and she pushed herself back up, arms quickly sliding back around his neck. She needed to be as close as she could get to him, a sound of desperation burying itself into his neck as she clung to him.

Her legs tightened around him like a vice as her building orgasm took on a life of its own, charging in her depths as he continued to wreck her.

“Oh, god…” Her words were cut short as his thrusting finally struck gold, and the intensity hit her so hard a scream escaped her. The walls of her pussy clenched against his cock as he continued to move, pulling shudder after shudder from her. Another whimper trickled from her as she tried to find air.

 

[MrPositive]

Adrian heard her scream, but also felt it. It pierced his soul, but in the most primal and intimate manner. It was like her soul reaching out to his to say thank you, this is what I needed.
Feeling her holding onto him for dear life as her orgasm wracked her, his own followed soon behind. His hands went to her face, pulling her to him. His orgasm hit the moment their lips touched and cried like an animal into their kiss as he planted his seed in her. His thrusts slowed, but every one to the last had power behind them. Eventually, he was spent.

The kitchen became quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft, steady breaths they share as they come down from the moment. The air is thick with warmth, a lingering tension that is no longer sharp but soft and satisfied, like the last spark of a candle just blown out. He leans against the counter, feeling the cool surface against his thighs as he pulls her closer. Her head rests on his shoulder, their bodies still intertwined, the scent of her perfume mingling with the faint aroma of coffee from the morning.

There's a comfortable silence as they take it all in—the hurried energy that led them here, the surprising intimacy of it all. He brushes a strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. It's a moment that feels too perfect to speak over, where words would only serve to break the spell. Instead, they stay close, basking in the quiet, unspoken connection—a feeling that lingers long after the act, grounding them in this private, fleeting pause.

Eventually, he broke the silence.
"Cassie, that was......is there a word for that? My vocabulary doesn't have one strong enough", he said with a chuckle. He reluctanly extracted himself, pulling up his sweat pants and then helping Cassie to her feet. He pulled in for another kiss, this one more soft and considerate and they continue to share the afterglow.