Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance (45 page)

She walked over, those pert, natural breasts bouncing slightly. When she reached me, she stood between my legs and leaned over.

“Keep going,” she said.

I jerked my cock harder as her breasts pressed against my hard chest. Her lips met mine, moving in a way that made me want her so bad. Each time I gave myself a tug, I felt the tip rubbing against her smooth, flat belly.

“That’s so good,” she cooed into my ear then nibbled at the lobe.

As she kissed her way down my neck to my chest, I stopped stroking myself.

“Keep going,” she said. “It turns me on to see you touch yourself.”

She kissed further south, running her tongue over the ridges of my six-pack as I jerked my half-hard cock even harder. After kneeling on the floor in front of me, I saw her face only inches from my dick.

“Keep going,” she said sexily.

I saw her hand move between her legs as she bent her head forward. Whenever my fist went down the shaft, she licked the tip of my cock. The sensation drove me wild with desire. My breaths came faster as my heart pumped even more blood between my legs.

“Slow down,” she said. “Let’s build it up.”

She put her hands over mine, controlling the speed of my hand sliding up and down my slick, smooth shaft. I moaned, wanting so bad to shoot my load over all her chest.

“Take your hands away.”

I did as she said, resting them at my sides. She peered up at me as she licked the underside of my cock from the base to the very tip. My breaths came even faster as she teased me.

“It’s so good,” she said, lighting grabbing it with her fingers and giving it a few tugs.

Her coming over and accusing me of cheating on her was the last thing on my mind as she removed her hand and kissed the shaft near my balls. I groaned, wanting her to get on with it. When I thrust my hips up, she raised her hands into the air and moved back.

I reached up with my left hand to grab my cock, but she pushed it away.

“Patience. Close your eyes.”

As I closed them, I felt her lips wrap around my massive, purple head. She swirled her tongue around, driving me wild. Slowly, she lowered her head, taking my cock deep into her mouth.

While she sucked up and down, she used a hand on the shaft, sliding it up and down. The only thing I could concentrate on was the feelings emanating from between my legs. My cock throbbed as she bobbed her head over and over again.

I felt myself getting closer to coming. She noticed too, taking her mouth off my cock while still stroking it. I opened my eyes again and looked at her.

“Do it,” I hissed.

“Do what?” she teased.

“Suck it.”

“Suck what?”

“Suck my cock!”

When the c-word fell from my mouth, she swallowed as much of me as she could manage. I watched in amazement as my cock disappeared then reappeared. Her thick, red lips pressed against the shaft so tightly, driving me crazy as the friction built up to intolerable levels.

She noticed me throbbing again, my balls so tight and ready to explode, and she pulled away, grinning at the agony on my face. After a few seconds, she resumed again, taking me to the very edge before stopping completely. I couldn’t remember the last time my cock was so hard.

“You want to pop, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck, yes, please…”

The words streamed out of my mouth, making little sense.

She teased the tip with her tongue, paying attention to the underside of the head.

“Oh, fuck, Andrea…I’m going to…”

“Yes, baby,” she said. “Come for me.”

I heard her voice and lost all control. My whole being shot up and out of my cock. To my surprise, she kept her mouth over it, swallowing thick streams of my warm cum without a complaint. When she finally lifted her head, she smiled at me, some of my juices dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.

“That was a lot,” she exclaimed.

“Oh, fuck,” I said again, still unable to think clearly. “Fuck.”

She giggled.

“We can fuck too if you want. Do you need time?”

“Not much,” I said. “I’ve missed you this week.”

“Yeah?” she asked.

I nodded, locking eyes with her.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She stood and offered her hand. I took it in mine then stood up. In the bathroom, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on while she rinsed out her mouth with green mouthwash.

A moment later, she joined me under the stream of warm water. I soaped up her body, not missing a single spot. She started to do the same for me, but I got down on my knees inside the shower.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

I placed my hands on her hips and stared up at her with a grin on my face.

“I want to taste you too.”

“Ohh,” she said then moaned as I buried my face between her legs.

Water poured down on my back as I licked and kissed her pussy, teasing her hooded clitoris. She had been playing with herself while sucking me off, and her pink lips were engorged with blood.

“You taste so good,” I said, not moving my face away.

She spread her legs a bit, giving me easier access. At the same time, I felt her fingers running through my wet hair. I forgot all about my own dick or pleasure and concentrated on making her feel as good as she had made me feel a few minutes earlier.

“Oh, Tony,” she moaned.

I slipped two fingers inside her pussy, wiggling them around while I pressed my flattened tongue over her clitoris. I placed my other hand on her ass, keeping her steady while I brought her closer to orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, baby…”

Yeah. That’s it. Fuck you’re so tight.

My dirty thoughts stayed in my mind as I used my mouth and fingers to push her forward.

Come for me, baby. Come now.

Her cries got louder as I pushed my fingers in and out faster, still licking her clitoris.

“Oh, fuck yes. I’m coming…”

She came, her body shaking. The most amazing pussy I’d ever fucked tightened around my fingers. I kept them in a few seconds before pulling them out.

I stood up and pressed my body against hers. We kissed again, our arms moving our bodies.

“Are you spending the night?” I asked.

“I should go. I’ve invaded your space.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m glad you came over. I should have called you. My phone has been off because so many other reporters are calling me again about the playoff games coming up.”

“You’re going to help them win.”

“Damn straight.”

After one more water-soaked kiss, we stepped out of the shower. I dried her off, and she did the same for me. She retrieved her clothes from the other room and got dressed.

“I hate to rush out, but I’ve got to get to work in the morning, and it’s late.”

“I understand,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder as I stood only wearing boxer-briefs. “We’ll be able to spend more time together soon.”

“You can count on it.”

She leaned up to give me a quick peck on the lips.

“Goodnight, Tony.”

“Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams.”

“You too.”

As she turned to leave, I thought about asking her to stay again, but I seriously wanted a little more time alone to figure out our relationship. With the playoffs coming up, I had no time for anything other than football.

She turned at the door, a smile on her face, and waved one last time. I grinned back at her.

After she left, I went to the bed and laid down. Sleep overtook my quickly, the best rest I’d had in a long time, all thanks to Andrea. She was the most amazing woman in the world.

THIRTY-SIX

Tony

The next morning, after working out, I returned to my room and noticed Andrea had left her purse the previous day
. Don’t look in it
, I told myself while walking over.
Don’t do it
. Despite my best efforts, I opened the bag and saw her novel loosely stacked near the top.

Touchdown by Andrea Jones was all I could see on the title page. Curiosity got the best of me, and I fished the stack of paper out of her purse. Still wet from the shower in the gym, I walked over to the bed and laid down, setting the stack of papers next to me.

Wearing only loose swim trunks and nothing else, I flipped the title page over and started a second pile. As I picked up the first page of the first chapter of her first novel, I felt nervous, excited, and turned on all at once. Had she written about me and her?

I never understood why women read romance novels in the first place. As I read the first few pages, I was pulled into the story. It started when a female reporter walks into a locker room and sees a naked player.
Is this our story?
I kept reading.

By the time I got to the end of the third chapter, the story got steamy. I loved the way she described the first sexual encounter between the two main characters. While I held the current page in my left hand, my right one slipped into my swim trunks.

Just need to adjust my cock
, I told myself, but it was stirring to life by reading her words. I continued reading, tugging a few times as the scene got even hotter. In my mind, I imagined Andrea as the heroine and me as the main character. She made love to me with words and images.

Fuck. I’m getting hard
. I picked up another page as the sex scene really ramped up. The more I read, the more turned on I became. I forgot all about the worry over reading her manuscript before she was ready. It was worth the risk. My hand moved faster in my shorts.

I was getting into it when someone knocked at the door.
Fuck
, I thought, standing up. My cock stood out, a huge bulge in my shorts. I walked over to the door and called out, “Hang on.” Looking through the peephole, I saw Andrea standing in the hallway.

Should I tell her I read it? Fuck! Not thinking, I opened the door, standing behind it.

“You okay?” she asked while walking into the room. “I forgot my purse last night.”

I closed the door and smiled like someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“You’re reading it?” she asked, a flash of anger appearing on her face.

“Just a bit,” I said. “It kinda turned me on.”

“I can see,” she said, nodding at my crotch.

“Here…” I passed her the piece of paper I had in my hand. “You should get to work.”

“No way,” she said. “I want to see you do it.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Touch it. I want to see you beat off while reading my words.”

“You’re a dirty woman, Ms. Jones.”

“You haven’t figured that out yet?” She laughed. “Now get that cock out.”

I dropped my shorts to the floor then stepped out of them.

“There it is,” she said approvingly, not taking her eyes off it.

She followed me over to the bed. I sat down on the mattress, my back propped up with pillows. Her manuscript sat next to me in two piles. As I resumed touching myself, she undressed out of her work clothes. Down to her panties and bra, she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Read it out loud,” she said while slipping a hand into her panties.

I picked up one of the other pages, the start of the sex scene, and read it out loud.

“His enormous cock thrust deep inside her…”

“Yes,” she moaned, still staring at my cock in my hand.

She pleasured herself discretely as I read her words and did the same.

“Fuck this,” I said, tossing the paper aside. “I want you so bad.”

I got off the bed and stepped to her.

“Bend over,” I said gruffly.

Without a word, she bent over the edge of the bed. I pulled her panties down with both hands then rubbed between her legs with my fingers.
So fucking wet already!

Not believing the timing or that she was as turned on as me, I took my cock in my hand and guided it to her tight, wet pussy after slipping on a condom. As I ran the thick mushroom head up and down her slit, I pulled her ass cheek back with the other hand.

“Do it,” she pleaded.

Unable to wait any longer, I pushed my cock deep inside her pussy, penetrating to fully. As I thrust in and out, I squeezed her ass cheeks, loving the way they looked and felt.

She groaned louder.

“Fuck me faster. Hurry.”

I pushed all other thoughts out of my mind as I pounded her pussy hard and fast. My thumb brushed against her asshole once or twice, making her squirm even more.

“Turn over,” I said, pulling out of her.