Blurb for Silly Girl
Are professional sports just children’s games played by oversized kids?
With an all-consuming focus Matthias Jessup has sacrificed his body in pursuit of greatness. But while he’s enjoyed the spoils of being an elite athlete, the physical punishment can only be held at bay for so long. He knows his time is running out and he will have to face his future soon.
Sylvia Kinder is obsessed with Matthias' public image. But now that her fantasy has walked into her life, could it possibly lead to a happy ending? She worries if there's any place for her in his world, much less his heart.
Drawn to each other on a chance meeting, Matthias must look off the court and discover the real world, while Sylvia will have to find the strength of self to not become lost in a world she doesn’t understand. But those who aren’t ready for a life after the game surround Matthias and are willing to do anything to keep him on the court.
Sylvia Kinder tingled with heat as she watched Matthias Jessup’s body move with hard, calculated lunges leading to only one conclusion…
“Yes!” she screamed, thrusting her arms into the air.
“You want a beer?” her best friend Leslie asked.
“No, I’m good.”
“It wasn’t that good of a shot.”
“Yes it was. Do you have any idea how hard it is to dribble into traffic and come out with a basket like that?”
“Be honest, do you actually climax when he scores? Because if that’s the case, then I understand why you love the league’s leading scorer.”
“Only the trick shots,” Sylvia chided her friend. “And he’s not in the lead right now.”
“You’re like a walking sportscaster spouting useless information. I swear you could come up with a stat about how often he takes a dump before a game and its direct correlation to his ability to rebound.”
“Matthias doesn’t take dumps, but he does average eleven point six rebounds a game so far this season.”
“He’s human, Sylvia.”
“If he’s human, I’m an amoeba.”
Sylvia couldn’t explain why Matthias Jessup had her undying love, but she’d followed him since he first hit Sports Center at age sixteen. He had it all. Then he was still a little gangly, but now he was tall and fit with the toned body of a god. His milk chocolate skin was flawless. He always sported a perfectly shaved head and goatee; even his street clothes were finely pressed.
She remembered the headlines. “There’s a new MJ on the horizon. Check this kid out. Matthias Jessup is a junior at Trinity High School in southern Alabama. Images of the player flashed across the screen. Flying through the air. Finishing an alley-oop. “After the drafting of Kobe Bryant last year, and Kevin Garnett the year before, high schools across the country have been forwarding their star players to the NBA. But this MJ may be the heir apparent to take over when Michael Jordan steps down from his throne.”
Sitting in his chair, he started up the game. The screen was split at four different angles as he started his analysis. He could hear someone in the kitchen.
“Langston, grab me a fruit punch.”
“Langston is in his apartment.” Silly’s voice was slow and seductive, but Matthias wasn’t in the mood.
“I need a second pair of eyes, you up for it?” Matthias asked, not taking his focus off the screen.
“No,” Silly said, and Matthias caught a flash out of the corner of his eye.
“Fine. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Not gonna happen.” She walked in front of Matthias whose hand went up to push her out of the way. “Matthias. Turn off the game.”
Matthias looked up at her. She was only in the white and black striped button up shirt she’d been wearing at the game. It ended an inch below her cat. That, and a pair of heels that had to be at least four inches. The top five buttons of her shirt had been undone showing a lace bra with her breasts fighting their way out.
“Silly, I need to review this. I’m not in the mood.”
She didn’t move. In fact, she stood right in front of him. Matthias reached for her hips and started to move her to the side.
Bending over she looked him in the eye.
“Matthias, did you know that when you lose, it takes two more games for you to get a win?”
“What are you talking about?”
Silly got on her knees before him and bit at her bottom lip. He looked back at the screen.
“Look at that. Carmichael isn’t running the zone. What the hell is he…Silly.”
Her fingers pulled on his belt as she slowly unzipped his pants.
“I appreciate it, but I have a method.”
“It doesn’t work.”
It was then he noticed a pink shine on her lips catching the light.
“You will lose the next two games if you review this tape now.” Her voice was soft and slow. Then her hand reached for his cock, which hardened from her touch. “I propose that you watch this all day tomorrow. When you’re running. While you eat breakfast. But right now, you need to try something different. Let me help you clear your head and separate from the game. If not this playoff is going to end up being a seven game series and your knees need the rest, you can earn from winning in five.”
Her lips parted as she took him into her mouth. The warmth surrounded his hardness as she started to suck. He tried in vain to focus on one of the sections of the screen as she took long pulls on his manhood.
“Silly…” He tried to stop her, but her finger found his lips. Drawing it into his mouth he let his tongue take over. Silly’s lips rode up and down his shaft as her hand glided along. His fingers tangled in her beautiful dark brown hair.
“I need…” She sucked harder letting her tongue glide around the top of him, and he was done. The remote fell to the ground. He could always rewind that part. As she pulled he turned his head to watch the beauty of her taking him on like this.
Why did she wait until today to go down on him? Seriously, all these months and she chose today to rock his world. She was too skilled to have never done this before.
His free hand curled into a fist as Silly increased her speed and pressure.
Matthias was in love with her. Looking down her back the sight of the curve of her ass in those heels was enough to make his balls tighten and he knew he was about to come. Silly pulled away and let her tongue spin around his tip, then lightly kiss it. She left him on the edge.
His cock throbbed as he looked at her.
“I’m not stupid. You follow me into the bedroom and I’ll finish that.” She put her hands on the armrests and pushed up. Walking slowly he could hear the click of her heels. Frustrated, he looked at the screen with the game still running on it. “Or you could fuck me like I stole something.”
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