HOTSHOT

by Bishop, K. M.

  And then it was over. As quickly as it had begun, the climax was over.

  And my body slumped back on the bed in total satisfaction.

  But then I was awake. The room was quiet and empty. Gone was Jamie and the light around us. The music, the lust and passion that we had just shared—all of it was gone.

  And I was just alone.

  How could that have been a dream? It was too much, too real, too extreme to just be some stupid dream. I wasn’t sure I could accept that. But I had to. I was not with Jamie. She might not even want me. But I wanted her. I knew that now. I had tried to ignore it before and it had been eating at me all day.

  What about my newfound mission? What about the pact I had made with some of the other guys? I was going to go pro; that was all I had on my plate to deal with. That was all I wanted. I was supposed to keep everything else away from me. That was why I had broken up with Lucinda, for the most part. I was starting over something new and I did not need the distraction of romance in my life right now.

  But did the universe have other plans for me? Or was this some kind of a cruel joke?

  I didn’t know what to think, but I doubted I would get much sleep the rest of the night. What was I doing? I knew where my life was headed and what I had planned out for it. Romance was not in the picture for my immediate future.

  But here I was seriously contemplating tracking Jamie Adams down and telling her that I thought she was amazing and I wanted to be with her. Of course I would not put it to her that way. I would have to do things the right way, in the right order. I would start by simply asking her to dinner.

  Then things would come along the natural way, or they would not if that was the way it ended up. I knew that Jamie had struck an impressive chord in me. I wanted to get to know her better, I wanted to find out who she really was, and of course I wanted her physically. The dream I’d just had encompassed all that I knew about her. There was a gut filling need inside of me to go after this sweet girl and see if she might be interested in me.

  But then again, I had made a promise to myself. And if I did this, my career might be in jeopardy. The competition was too fierce; the risks were too high. I could leave nothing to chance and treat football as just a game.

  I had to keep my priorities together. But they were changing…

  Chapter Nine

  Jamie

  There he was in the shower. The water was cascading off his glistening muscles, every single one tight and ready to be called into action. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes. There was a surprise in that gaze, almost as if he had been waiting on me to come and rescue him from something. Boredom perhaps…? Yeah, he was bored with mind games, and with women who only wanted him because he was a star football player. That had to be lonely, didn’t it? I could only imagine the price for fame that he had to endure.

  I was there now. And I wanted him. I wanted Chance Atkins for who he was, and not just what he could do on the football field. I wanted to get to know the real him. I wanted to get to know him inside and out and find what made him tick. I had to learn his every desire, his every whim, and I needed to feel his thickness inside of my body pressing and kneading me as hard as he could muster.

  The fact that he was a superstar football player was the icing on the cake for me. I loved to watch him play. The athletic prowess that he showed on the field was something I’d never really witnessed in person before. It was a spectacle to behold. And it turned me on like nothing else.

  I’d been turned on since I saw him that day on the field. And he’d won the game winning touchdown. He was a hero. But he was also so much more. He was mine. He just didn’t know it yet.

  I couldn’t believe that I had walked in on him in the shower. But then again, maybe I could believe it. In fact, maybe I had actually somehow in the back of my mind planned for something just like this to happen. I’d never thought it really could, but the fantasy was there. If I had to search my mind, I would say that the beginnings of this might have started the moment I found out that I was actually going to be interviewing Chance Atkins for the lead article. That was the beginning of it all.

  But now it had actually happened. There he was in the flesh. And his flesh was hard, it was wet, and it was ready for me. In fact, I could see he’d gotten so much harder since he’d laid eyes on me. Oh, yeah. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  I dropped my stuff and stood there a moment longer watching him. The water washed over his ripped washboard ab muscles and glistened over his protruding pecs with the kind of effect that being wet always seemed to have on the libido.

  “You shouldn’t be here,” Chance said with a grin. I could see the naughty boy in him coming out to play. Oh, he wanted me there.

  It was just the beginning of our sweet little dance, and I was ready to play hard.

  “Where would you want me to be?” I asked.

  Without waiting for an answer I peeled off my T-shirt and dropped it to the floor. Then I quickly removed my jeans. I was now standing there in nothing but a bra and panties. Chance’s eyes never moved from mine as he continued to bite his bottom lip seductively.

  I waited a moment to see if Chance was going to take the next move. And he kept me waiting, continuing to stare at me seductively, mostly in the eyes, but occasionally letting his eyes roam over the entire body that stood before him.

  I waited for him still…he was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse, wasn’t he? The desire was welling up within me hard. I was getting so wet, so aroused. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this going before I burst into flames.

  It was hard, difficult to stand there without touching myself, but somehow I managed it.

  Finally, Chance reached up and began to stroke himself. I watched with bated breath, anticipating how long it would be until I could have that sweet member of his inside of me. I was getting wet and I could even feel the pressure, the tightness welling up inside of me.

  I was gasping from it all. I could barely keep myself standing. Watching his huge, thick rod in front of me and the way he was beating it so mercilessly enticed me to want to grab it and take it inside of me any way that I could. But still, this little dance of ours continued until I realized that it was now my move.

  I removed my bra and let it fall to the floor. My large breasts were now in full view. I wondered if there could possibly be anyone else there at the moment. What if someone else just happened to come wandering in and see this display of mutual attraction going on? What would they do? Would they stand there and watch? Would they want to join in? Or would they just run away in fright? I hoped that they would watch and get as turned on by it as we were getting. I’d never even dreamed of anyone else watching me. What was happening to me? Suddenly, I was having ideas of being an exhibitionist? That was kind of hot for some reason… Maybe I would keep that in mind for another time. Right now the two of us were alone.

  I decided to up the ante and remove my panties as well. There I was. My total form was there for Chance to take in with his eyes and any other way he wanted to.

  Chance was so hard now. His length stretched upwards almost to the top of his abs. If I had to guess, I would have sworn he was nine or ten inches long and at least an inch thick. Oh, that thickness… it was going to take me to sweet new heights. I could feel it.

  I walked forward quickly and fell into Chance’s sweet embrace. We were both under the water now, the two of us showering together in the men’s locker room. The idea itself was enough to get me hot and bothered, but I was actually living it. How had this happened?

  Chance was against me now, his hardness pressing into my stomach as I moved my body close to him. He was so tall that I was beneath him, but the idea that a few simple tweaks of our positioning and we would have lined up perfectly was heavy in my mind. But that would come soon. Oh, yeah… it would be very soon. I knew this as an absolute fact.

  His hands moved all over my body, starting with my lower back and then falling to m
y ass where he rubbed on me softly. His hands were strong and rough, a little bit calloused which sent chills up and down my body. I could feel my toes beginning to curl under as I stood there and leaned against him to steady myself. If he hadn’t been holding on to me, I was certain that I was going to fall to the ground heavily.

  But I felt so secure in his arms. We were caught up in the throes of passion, but there was something so gentle and caring about the way he touched me and held me that melted my heart. I barely knew him, but I could sense from his touch that he cared about me and my safety. As long as I was with this man, no harm would befall me.

  Chance’s hands paused over my ass. There he rubbed in a circular motion, his palm grasping along the way as his fingers etched over a little bit to spread apart my cheeks. Then his fingers did a little bit of teasing, glossing over the main entrances to my body with a fleeting, but very insinuating motion.

  I jumped slightly as his finger grazed the backdoor. Then he quickly moved on to the center of my sex where he paused and explored my heightening wetness with two fingers, just tracing around the edge. I was waiting for him to enter me, and for a moment I thought he would, but he just continued to tease me, all the while positioning his mouth over mine to massage my tongue with his.

  I kissed him back hard, letting my lips sink into his warm, moist mouth where he wrestled over my mouth to suck on the whole. I felt myself lifting up out of my body before he eased up on the embrace slightly, and I sank back down in myself.

  My lust was at an all-time high.

  Chance quickly scooped my body up just then as he carried me gently to a bench nearby. There he laid me down and had me lean back while he spread my legs open. And then his mouth found me and he began to suckle at my sex, hitting the magical points of my desire and bringing me ever closer to orgasm.

  My whole body was shivering with the ecstasy as he continued his manipulation of my total being. My heart was pounding in my chest echoing up into my temples. Tingles were rolling up and down my spine in psychotic waves that never ended. And my core was so wound up, so wet, that it was practically shouting out to the universe for release.

  And right now Chance’s mouth was triggering everything to fall that way. He knew exactly what he was doing. His skills were unmatched by anyone I had ever been with before and I doubted that if I continued searching for the right man in my life that these skills would be surpassed in any way by anyone else. I thought that with total seriousness and conviction.

  And I knew that I would never search for anyone else. That thought came to me out of nowhere. I didn’t know how I knew this, I didn’t understand. But there it was; the thought that had trumped everything about this whole experience. The pleasure continued under his touch, the lust and yearning for more only intensified the needs of my body, but my mind was now preoccupied, even if only slightly so, by the thought I’d just had. Was this the man I was destined to be with? Or was this infatuation climbing to such a level that it had clouded all other thoughts that aligned with reality?

  I didn’t know where my head was at, or understand the thoughts that continued to flow from it, but I knew that I had turned a corner in my life. This was the first man that I had ever thought would be the last man I would ever want to be with.

  But we didn’t actually even know each other. I knew who he was, and I knew what he was, but all I knew about Chance Atkins was the myth and the legend that had abounded from his level of fame. Was I being affected by this?

  Chance’s fingers entered me then without any hesitation and my body lurched backwards as his mouth continued to work on me, and tease me. His tongue slipped in and out of me, sliding up and down the outsides, and then hitting the perfect spot. A jolt of pleasure shot through my body and I gasped out loud. My back arched and this caused my hips to thrust my crotch into Chance’s face even harder. He accepted it gladly and used the leverage to continue making me sweat.

  I was going to come soon. I wondered if I should let it go all over his face, or if he wanted to pierce me with his shiny, hard, fleshy girth first?

  I didn’t care. I just had to get him inside of me.

  “Fuck me,” I said. “Oh, give it to me hard!”

  Chance stood up and without any delay he spread my legs wide and entered me long and deep. I thought he would go in quickly, but he actually eased his massive length into me slowly, until I was completely filled by him and there was no more space. My gap was gone; I was one with this man.

  Chance held me and kissed me softly, this time sweetly, and then he gently began to urge himself in and out of me. I loved how he took care to be easy with me. He was so big and I was a bit small and very tight down there. He could tell instantly and he knew how to take care of me. No man I’d ever been with had as much foresight in the art of making love, or anything else. Chance was amazing that way.

  “You are so tight,” Chance whispered in my ear. “Oh, I’m not sure how long I can hold out. You feel so… good…”

  His words came out in whispered grunts as he thrust himself in and out of me, my tightness growing closer and tighter as he continued. He was so hard and rigid. The way he felt inside of me was exactly what I had always imagined this should feel like. I had always been slightly disappointed in my previous lovers, but Chance was far surpassing my expectations. I was glad to hear him say he was about to release himself, because there wasn’t much else I could do but try like mad not to come as well. We were both reaching our breaking point.

  I raised my legs up higher and clamped them around his tight waist, allowing him to get even deeper inside of me as he propped up on his toes to gain even greater leverage and shove himself deeply into me again and again. I could feel his body about to give out from the intense devotion and the physical prowess he was exerting. The sweat was pouring out of his body, combined with the wet water from the shower and caressing my own body so we were both oiled up as the friction continued between us.

  Chance pulled out just then and flipped me over easily with a quick flick of his forearms. He was so damn strong. Oh, this powerful super athlete was doing me like I’d never been done before and now he was about to take me home.

  I braced myself, but it was too late. Chance entered me swiftly and my body moved away from him slightly as I absorbed the blow of his exuberance. He grabbed hold of my shoulder and held it tightly as he continued. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as if I was just along for the ride. And what a ride it was.

  I was so close to exploding with my orgasm all over the place. And that was the way Chance wanted it. He wanted to see me orgasm hard. I wanted to do it for him, to show him how much he meant to me and how much I desired him.

  And how weird this all was. This perfect man I had just met, and under what should have been the most awkward of circumstances, wanted me just as much as I wanted him. It really felt like two kindred spirits coming together in a perfect place and time, even if it didn’t seem perfect.

  We both had goals and dreams we were chasing, neither of which I was sure included a lengthy detour into the world of romance. But here we were and at that moment nothing in the world could have made me any happier.

  And then it happened. I heard Chance growl with a ferocious intensity that I had never heard coming from a man before, and then I felt his body tensing up, even his delicious member that was still thrusting powerfully inside of me, as he came hard inside of me.

  The wetness mixed with my own and something about the mingling of our two desires sent me off and I felt my own orgasm coming on. It happened swiftly and without mercy. I could not control the rest of my body as this driving force hit me so hard.

  I fell forward on my elbows, barely staying on the narrow bench. Somehow I kept myself from falling to the floor, but I was lying there now, my large breasts being pushed to the side as Chance finished his release and I hit the stride of mine.

  I tried to scream out as if satisfying the pleasure so that it would stop because at this point it was just
too much and I was helpless to deal with it. But soon it began to abate. Soon, it started to dissipate and my body returned to normal.

  I allowed myself to sit up, my whole body still reeling from the amazing journey of what had happened.

  But as I sat up, something was wrong. The shower was gone; the locker room was gone. And Chance was gone.

  I wasn’t there. I was just in my bed. At first I was concerned, but quickly my mind went to ease. I think somehow I knew it had been a dream the whole time. There was a disconnection there somehow. But then it was over.

  And I knew then as I lay in my bed. I knew what I had to do next. No matter what, I had to find a way to be with Chance Atkins. I had to give us that shot that we deserved. This dream had opened my eyes to the passion that I really did have for him. My mind was made up. And so was my heart.

  I had a feeling, somehow… that Chance Atkins was the one. The only one.

  Chapter Ten

  Chance

  “Come on! You can do it!”

  I listened to the cheers from my teammates as I lifted the bar up off my chest and pressed it towards the ceiling. Gravity was pressing back down on me, actually moving against me. The higher the bar got, the heavier it became, and the more I wanted to just give up. But it was the last rep. I could do it. I knew I could do it. I was not a quitter. I believed in myself and my team believed in me.

  Well, almost my whole team believed in me.

  As I finally completed the rep and held it above me, my elbows almost locked out, I could see out of the corner of my eye Kevin looking at me with a very smug and condescending look. He hated me. I knew he did. He envied me. And it made me laugh to know how much thought he gave in trying to be better than me. The guy was a joke. He had some talent, but he had no heart and no drive. He expected to be the best because he wanted to be, nothing more.