Third and Long: A Sports Romance

by Caitlyn Maxwell

  “What?” I ask, feeling like a total amateur.

  He laughs. “Tam how many partners have you had?”

  I feel totally embarrassed all of the sudden. I’m not a virgin, but I wouldn’t call myself experienced.

  “Two,” I say, trying not to look him in the eyes. When I do look at him finally, he gives me a skeptical look. “One,” I admit.

  “Goddamn with a body like yours?” he asks.

  I shrug. “When’s a girl like me going to find time for sex?”

  “I’m talking about eating your pussy, Tam. No guy ever did that?”

  I hesitate, but he doesn’t.

  He climbs on top of me, looks me deep in the eyes, and reads my desire. I reach out to kiss him, to let him know that I want him.

  Fiercely, he spreads my legs apart with his strong hands. I lay back and wait to feel him. He kisses down my body from my lips to my breasts. He pulls my flimsy dress further and further down my body, and as my legs spread, I can feel the hem ride up exposing my sweetness to him.

  The pleasure starts with his lips kissing my soft mound. I let out a sigh of tremendous relief as he kisses around my sex, sweetly and sensually. He looks up from between my legs, staring down my tummy and between my breasts. I look down and meet his intense gaze, the gaze of man about to take everything he wants and more.

  “Ready for me to a throw a touchdown?” he asks.

  “Mmhm,” I murmur, biting my lip, closing my eyes.

  By the time his tongue presses into the honey sweet of my sex, I’m completely out of my own head. For once I’m not making excuses, I’m not worrying. I don’t care about any of that shit. I only care about Logan’s tongue and the wonders he works on my body.

  I feel his tongue explore me, finding its way gloriously inside me. He tastes my inner beauty and each lick of the tip of his tongue on my clit sends thundering pleasure shooting from my tummy to my mind and back again.

  When my hips start to buck uncontrollably, Logan holds me steady with his strong hands. He grips my thighs and holds me still, driving me into a greater kind of ecstasy, delighting my body into all kinds of movement that he prevents me from making. The intensity in my sex grows greater and greater as his tongue swirls around my clit.

  I’m feeling his rhythm and his soul. It’s the soul of a lion. This is his pride and I’m his lioness. He’s the apex predator and I’m completely at his mercy. For all his strength, he’s tender and takes me to places I never thought my body could go.

  Soon shivers of pleasure emanate from my tummy and race through my body from my toes to my fingers. Logan teaches my body to feel the eternal.

  “Oh Logan,” I murmur, grabbing his hair tightly, feeling his head move with the rhythm of his tongue.

  His strong arms hold my body as I quiver and squirm to the uncontrollable pleasure that his tongue creates rolling around the sweet curves of my womanhood. At the moment he adds pressure from his hand, while consuming the totality of me with his mouth, I nearly cry his name in prayer.

  I beg him not to stop. I beg him to stay right where he is. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop until I finish. Completely unselfish, he treats my body like a temple, taking my spirit to the heavens.

  When I come, I scream his name. I scream it so loud that I hope his arrogant jackass parents hear their son pleasuring me deep in the center of their mansion.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Logan

  “Oh my god Logan,” she says, lying back on the couch, sweat dripping down her face. She’s mostly naked. I’d prefer she was completely naked. Her body is amazing. The intense little workaholic with the body of a goddess.

  “Fuck. I’ve been waiting to do that since the day I met you, girl,” I say flexing my muscles. I’m so jacked up on adrenaline that I feel like I’m in the middle of a football game. Except for the fact that my cock is harder than it’s ever been. It’s bursting through my pants and Tamber’s looking right at it.

  She can’t take her eyes off me. Her body’s still recovering from the ride I took her on. I can tell. She doesn’t have to say anything. I know when I’ve satisfied a woman.

  “I’m glad you finally did,” she murmurs.

  Tamber sits up on her knees and pulls the hem of her dress down. I don’t know why. I’ve already seen everything. Modesty I suppose.

  Meanwhile, my pants are about to rip open. I’m looking her right in the eye, searching for the words. Most girls go right after my cock. I’ve never had to ask before.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” I say. That’s the best I can come up with.

  “Is that so?” she asks with an evil little grin. When she bites her lip, I know exactly what she’s thinking.

  “Yeah. You’re wondering if it’s as big as they say.”

  “You know I’ve felt it before,” she says.

  “Seeing is believing,” I say.

  Before I can even respond, she’s fiddling with my belt. I’ve never been in such a hurry to take a fucking belt off. Finally she gets the damn hasp through the hole and pulls it off. She’s going so slow on purpose, tormenting me. I help her out and unbutton my pants.

  Then she unzips me. I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d get Tamber Long to unzip my pants. She grabs my pants by the waist and pulls them down just enough. The only thing holding my cock in is my underwear. Tamber looks at the outline of my manhood.

  “Tam?” I ask.

  “Yes Logan?” she murmurs.

  “Have you ever given a blowjob before?” I ask.

  She shakes her head no, but she’s not even embarrassed about it, just fucking adorable. Her mocha hair shakes with her head. I want to run my fingers through it.

  Instead, Tamber kisses me on the lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth. Seconds later I feel her hand on my cock. She runs along the length of me through my underwear. Fuck this is so hot that I’m afraid I’m going to explode early. Something I never do. At the same time, I’ve never worked this hard for a girl, and I’ve definitely never worked this hard for a blowjob.

  Tamber’s fingers wrap around the elastic of my underwear. I don’t say anything since we’re still kissing, yet mentally I’m screaming, begging for her to get me off.

  When she takes my cock in her hand, it feels like a bolt of lightning shoots through me. It feels like she’s Zeus-ette, the goddess of lightning holding my rod. Fuck me. Slowly she starts stroking my shaft, playing with it, and the whole time she’s kissing me like crazy. Our wet tongues play with each other, taking turns in each other’s mouths.

  Then Tamber pushes me back on the couch. She pulls my pants all the way off. Like a lioness she gets on all fours on top of me. She kisses me once more on the lips before working her way down my body. I swear she spends a solid ten minutes kissing my abs.

  “Find something you like?” I ask, as she kisses my hard stomach.

  She looks up, her lips on my abs, her hand on my cock, and smiles.

  Fireworks go off in my brain when she finally takes me into her mouth. For someone who says she’s never done this before, she sure isn’t shy about it. Her mouth takes in the head of my cock while her hand keeps stroking up and down my shaft.

  All I can do is lay back and let her work. She doesn’t have to work long which is crazy because I so rarely ever come from a blowjob. Ninety percent of the time, it’s a warm up to sex. There’s something different about Tamber. She’s throwing her all into it. Her tongue is working wonders on the head of my cock, and before long I can feel the come stirring in me.

  The only thing it takes to set me off is for her to look in my eyes while she’s wrapping her lips around my swollen head.

  “Oh fuck Tam, I’m going to—”

  She points my cock right at me, and I finish all over my stomach. She keeps stroking me, making sure I’m totally finished. Without hesitation she crawls back up my body and kisses me hotly on the lips. We’ve both tasted each other tonight, and as we kiss we taste each other all over again.

 
After a hot and heavy make out, she sits back on the couch with the most satisfied look in the world on her face.

  “Why the fuck did you tell me to marry Katerina?” I ask.

  She grins.

  “No seriously, why don’t we—”

  She stops me, putting a finger to her lips.

  “I don’t think we should talk about this right now Logan,” she says. “This night is very perfect right now.”

  “Fuck me how did you suck cock that good if you’ve never done it before?” I ask.

  “You know I’m an A+ student.”

  “So?” I ask.

  “I study everything,” she says.

  “Damn girl,” I mutter, getting off the couch to clean myself up.

  She watches me the whole time that I’m up and moving about my hideaway. When I sit down, I get right next to her and flip the television over to an old movie. She curls up under my arm, and I do something that I never do with a girl: I hold her tight. The whole time she’s nestled into me, I can hear both her heartbeat and every soft breath that she takes.

  “Tell me about your sisters,” I say. As much as I know about her parents now, I don’t even know her sisters names.

  “There’s not much to tell,” she mutters, nuzzling into my chest.

  “Not even a name?” I nudge her playfully in the ribs.

  “Alright you nosy bastard. My oldest sis is Mary and Nell is the middle child. That makes her the weird one.”

  “Middle kids are weird?” I ask thinking about whether Jillian does anything out of the ordinary.

  “She’s normal to me, but most people would think she’s kind of out there.”

  “Try me,” I ask. Here’s another first: I’ve never asked a girl about her siblings before.

  “Nell runs an Eastern medicine shop in Austin. Healing crystals and all that,” she says, and I can tell she’s bracing herself for my reaction.

  “So she’s a wiccan?”

  “Right. How did you know?” Tam asks.

  “Carolyn went through a phase. At some point she substituted crystals for pot and never looked back.”

  “Sounds like they’d get along,” she says.

  “That would be wild. What’s Mary like?”

  “Divorced with three kids,” she mutters.

  “Oh, so she…”

  “Followed in mom’s footsteps yeah.”

  “An example for you?” I ask.

  “The day she told us she was pregnant was kind of formative for me sure. I told myself that would never be me. Career, marriage, kids. In that order.”

  “Nothing wrong with that,” I say, “but there’s nothing wrong with fooling around either.”

  She turns up to look into my eyes. The lights are off now and her gorgeous half-naked body is bathed in the moonlight that comes through the curved windowed-dome of my hideaway.

  I can feel myself getting hard again simply from my closeness to her. I grab her thigh roughly and she smiles. Most girls know where to go from here. Tamber’s different. She’s inexperienced and so adorable for it. My hunger for her grows rapidly, yet she leans against me like a lost doe waiting for my lead.

  “You’re the only guy that makes me foolish,” she says. “I mean makes me want to fool around.”

  She giggles, I growl. I want her again. I can barely control myself.

  “Tamber do you ever masturbate?” I ask, taking her hand in mine.

  “Logan I…No, it never occurred to me to do that,” she says.

  I take her hand and lead it down her body. I make her fingers graze her nipples, her stomach, her thighs.

  “May I?” I ask.

  “Please,” she murmurs.

  Then I make her fingers find her clit. Slowly, I guide her hand, showing her how to pleasure herself. She tenses up, so I kiss her hotly, relaxing her tension. Soon I can remove my hand, and she keeps playing with herself. I can’t help but smirk as I kiss her, having taught her a new trick.

  My hands find her breasts as we kiss. Her body moves to the rhythm of her own touch now, and I follow, teasing her nipples, pressing my muscles against her.

  When she can’t stand to kiss me anymore, finding herself lost in her own moaning pleasure, I know she’s done. I wait a moment then kiss her again. She smiles and lets out a deep-throated laugh.

  “Logan, you animal,” she utters.

  “Me? You were the one doing all the work,” I say.

  “Fuck,” she says, and she doesn’t have to say anymore.

  “Tamber?” I ask.

  “Yeah Logan?”

  “When we go home tomorrow am I going to see you again?”

  “Why wouldn’t you?” she asks.

  “After the shit my parents have said to you, I wouldn’t blame you.”

  “I think your fake engagement has to last longer than two days don’t you think?” she asks.

  “So you’re willing to—”

  “Keep up the story?” she asks.

  “Yeah I guess you could put it that way.”

  “Why not? It’s not like I’m in the market for a real boyfriend,” she says, kissing my cheek.

  Now that’s a hell of a comment. I don’t ask her about it, but I can’t figure out what she means. I can’t figure out what we’re doing. She tells me to marry Katerina, then she tells me that we shouldn’t always worry what our parents think. Now this. Every time I think I’ve figured Tamber out, another mystery pops up.

  Rather than worry about it right now, I spend the rest of the night holding her as we watch old movies. At some point she falls asleep in my arms, so I pick her up and carry her back to her room. She’s still sleeping when I lay her on the bed.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Tamber

  At my request the limousine takes me back to Rome before breakfast. Last night was absolutely wonderful, and I want to get out of the Oliver mansion on a strong note. By the way the rumors are absolutely true.

  So what if I don’t have a whole lot to compare him to? A girl knows.

  Sitting in the back of that billionaire limousine, half of me is mad about the way his parents treated me, and the other half is absolutely buzzing about the night we spent together. Logan taught me things. He taught me things about my body that I didn’t know could happen. I’m daydreaming about his touch.

  I’m laughing all the way home at the idea that his dad thinks I’m a gold digger. I pity the girl who Logan eventually marries. She’ll really be in for it.

  Granted his parents did bring up some awfully personal shit. Regardless of what happened last night, I’m not really sure I can forgive Logan for that. It’s not his fault that his dad wants to creep on the past of his potential daughter-in-laws, however, Logan could have given me some warning. I wouldn’t have gone at all if I knew that Logan Oliver II had private detectives on retainer.

  At least I got to spend a weekend at an amazing mansion and pretend to the live the billionaire life for a day. All things considered it’s kind of boring, so I totally understand why Logan wants to play football.

  While I’m sure they take fabulous vacations, the day to day there probably gets fairly mind-numbing. Then again I have no idea what my normal will be given where I came from. A two bedroom apartment in Eden, Texas housing five people. Childhood memories aren’t really my thing.

  The limo ride is pleasant and quiet. When I start thinking about last night, I have to help myself to a cocktail from the limo’s bar. I mix up a terrible excuse for a Bloody Mary. I figure if Logan’s dad is going to call me a gold digger, I may as well use as much of his shit as I can.

  I’m such an idiot for telling Logan to marry Katerina. Part of me thinks he’s going to do it anyway out of guilt. The other part of me felt the intense competitive energy housed in every muscle of his body last night, and that energy will not give up football. I get the sense that Carolyn and Jillian will fly back to America and kick his ass if he quits football.

  As the limo arrives in Rome, I realize that I’ve sp
ent the last hour speculating about whether or not I could spend my life with Logan. A waste of time. He asked me to be his fake fiancée, not his real fiancée. It’s not like he’s suddenly going to propose to me for real. Last night was special, but it doesn’t mean anything.

  At any rate, I’m glad to be back home. Hopefully all that nonsense about the paparazzi has died down. I’m sure they got bored trying to figure out the identify of the blurry short girl in the black dress.

  Opening the door, I’m hit with the intense smell of marijuana. Did I somehow end up in Paris wherever Logan’s sisters live? Gwen smokes very rarely, so this is quite strange. Then again I was gone for two days, so who knows what she got up to without me to keep her company.

  Inside there’s a Lions football jersey on the floor. I don’t recognize the number. Then again the only Lions number I know is three. I find his choice of number to be so adorably narcissistic.

  There’s a pair of football tights on the couch. Gwen’s bra is hanging on the back of our kitchen chair. Her thong is in the sink. I don’t even want to know how it ended up there.

  This is typical of Gwen. When she gets busy, she gets extremely busy. Fortunately, my bed is mere feet away, so I can catch a quick catnap before heading off to school.

  I throw my bag through my open bedroom door and it lands with a heavy thud.

  “Ow, what the fuck!” someone screams.

  I poke my head in. “Oh my fucking god! What are you doing?”

  Gwen’s in my bed with a guy. They’re naked. Oh fuck. I’m going to be sick.

  “Who the fuck throws their bag like that?” Gwen screams, struggling to get out of my bed.

  When my bed sheet falls away, she’s completely naked. Technically not the first time I’ve seen her naked, but still.

  “Is that fucking jizz on your leg you bitch! Did you not even clean yourself?” I scream.

  “I’m on the pill bitch what business is it of yours!” she yells back, still smarting from getting hit with my bag.

  “It’s my fucking bed!”

  “Point,” she says rubbing the sleep out of her eye.

  “And who doesn’t clean up after!”

  “Sometimes I fall asleep!”