First & Long

by Jesse Jordan

  “Boyfriend, huh?” Lincoln asks, and I nibble on his earlobe, blowing softly into it and humming. “And are you sure you want to see me totally naked?”

  “Damn right... I still haven't shown you my other tattoo yet,” I tease him. “My panties covered it, you never pulled them all the way off. So what do you say, Lincoln? Want to see my other tattoo?”

  Lincoln growls, picking me up in his arms. “Damn chicken can get reheated later,” he says, carrying me towards the back of the house. “Get ready, babe. You've never seen anything like me before.”

  Chapter 10

  Lincoln

  Samantha squirms in my arms playfully as I set her on the edge of my bed, leaning back and planting her arms on my bedspread. “Well, I figured you had a big bed. This... this I certainly like.”

  “It was either that or get a bunch of custom made mats to fit on the floor,” I joke, stepping back. I lift my t-shirt up and off, Samantha's eyes gleaming as she takes in my body. “Not worried so far?”

  She shakes her head, reaching down and undoing the buttons on her blouse. She pulls it off, and undoes her bra to let me see her breasts, heavy and proud. “Not worried so far?”

  I laugh softly as I shake my head, and reach for the waistband of my shorts. “Samantha... I just want you to know, if you don't want to... say so. I understand.”

  Samantha undoes the snap on her jeans and slides them down and off, leaving her in just her panties. “You pull those shorts down, you get to see my second little tattoo. What do you say?”

  I nod, nervous as I ease my shorts and underpants down my hips. Samantha's eyes fix on my crotch as the root of my cock comes into view... her eyes widening as she sees exactly what I mean by larger than normal men. “My god,” she whispers, swallowing. “I mean, I felt you through your pants but... my god.”

  My cock's only about three quarters hard I'm so nervous, but it still hangs low and heavy, at least ten inches long, thick and veiny. I reach down, slowly pumping my shaft as she watches me swell to my full length, an immensely wide twelve inches that stands stiffly out from my crotch. “There... now you know. It's not so much the length Samantha... it's the thickness.”

  “I... I can tell,” she says, reaching out with her right hand. Tentatively, she touches my cock, making it jump it feels so good. She pulls back, then smiles, looking up in my eyes as she takes it in her hand again, trying but failing to wrap her fingers around my shaft. “You really are thick, too. I've got big hands for a woman... you ever get this thing measured around?”

  “Not quite... but it's big. I was told it runs in the family,” I reply, moaning softly as Samantha begins to pump my shaft in a silky smooth vise grip that sends a tingle through my balls. “Oh fuck that feels good.”

  “Good baby,” Samantha purrs, getting to her knees on my bed and looking me in the eye, “because I want to take our time, to explore and ease me open, and when the time's right... you're going to slide all of this inside me. I'm a big girl, Lincoln, five feet eleven inches of pure woman... and I think I've found a real man who can truly satisfy me.”

  Her sexual, seductive words unknot the tension inside me and I pull her close, kissing her deeply as my cock gets squashed between us. Samantha's lips are soft, fiery, her tongue swirling around mine as we explore each other's body. Knowing that she knows, that she isn't afraid... my cock surges again in between us, swelling even more and making her chuckle. “Seems you find me sexy.”

  “You have no fucking clue how much I've dreamed of having you in this bed, fucking you so thoroughly that you cry out my name as you come,” I growl, kissing down her neck. We lay back, my hands stroking Samantha's body, ravenous to touch more and more of her skin and discover the places that make her whimper in pleasure. I nibble at the base of her throat and she gasps, running her fingers through my hair as I nuzzle against her, slowly kissing my way down her body to her breasts.

  Finding Samantha's nipples, I suck and lick hungrily, my mind overwhelmed with thoughts of feeling her come for me again. Instead though, she pushes my head down, grinning softly. “You told me last time you were going to eat my pussy... you better get to work.”

  “Yes ma'am,” I chuckle, kissing my way down her body to her panties. I hook the straps on each side and with her help slide them down, seeing her totally naked for the first time. I see her other tattoo, a small heart to the left of her shaved pussy, where it'd been covered by her panties before. “Pretty.”

  “I thought you'd like it,” she teases, reaching down and spreading her lips for me. Her pussy is beautiful, like petals of a flower opening to me as I admire her glistening folds, my desire growing. “By the way... I've been so turned on recently I've been using some of my toys more frequently. I might be a little looser this time.”

  “Not loose enough... yet,” I promise, kissing the inside of her knee. I try to hold back, but the intoxicating scent of Samantha's arousal drives me closer and closer to her slit until I quickly dive in, my tongue stroking her from bottom to top to swirl around her clit. She's so wet, my heart hammers in my chest that maybe this woman might be able to take all I have. The others have said the same things she has, but nobody's been able to so far....

  Aided by Samantha's gasps and the way her hips move under my tongue, I stroke her pussy over and over, licking and sucking on her succulent nectar before flicking my tongue over her clit with feather soft quick caresses that make her stomach clench she's being rocked so hard. She writhes, lifting her hips for more, and I reach up with my right hand, sliding two fingers inside her. It's nowhere as big as my cock, but I'm still encouraged as Samantha's so wet that they slip inside her with no pain at all, just a deep moan of desire and a fresh wave of wetness on my face. “Oh fuck Lincoln... goddamn you're the fucking best... that's amazing.”

  I grin around her pussy, looking up at her as I pump my fingers in and out, wiggling them as I do to stretch her even more while my tongue laps at her clit. Her eyes meet mine and I feel a new level of connection form between us, and deep inside me a voice again whispers that maybe this woman truly is different from anyone else on the entire planet.

  Samantha seems to read my mind and she nods slightly before her eyes roll back and her hips grind against my face, her body overwhelmed. She lets loose a primal sound of pure joy as she comes, covering my face in her juices as my fingers stroke in and out, gripped by her pussy but still opening up. “Fuck Lincoln... oh fuck... yesssss!”

  I reach up, holding her still with my left hand as her body's wracked by tremors, and withdraw my fingers slowly, licking them clean as I savor her essence. “Both times you've come for me, it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen,” I murmur, smiling as I kiss my way up to her face. “I don't care if you can't take my cock... I want to have you again.”

  “I find your lack of faith in my pussy... disturbing,” Samantha jokes, then giggles. “Sorry, I've got a geek side.”

  I lower my voice, kissing her throat again. “Sexy, it is. Fuck you, I want.”

  Samantha laughs, and pulls her knees up. “Then go get a condom, big man. And when you get it on, I'll be ready.”

  I grin, sliding off the bed and rushing to my bathroom. I hadn't planned for this, but I do keep some condoms around mainly because I'm so big I can't just run to the local Walgreens when the mood's right. Fetching one along with a tube of lubricant, I go back to the bedroom to find a sight that has my cock jumping back to full hardness. Samantha's gotten on her knees, bent over near the edge of my bed, her ass and pussy swaying back and forth seductively as she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes gleaming with desire. “Well... see anything you want to fuck?”

  “You have no idea,” I growl, opening my condom and rolling it onto my cock before taking a thick dollop of lubricant and stroking myself slowly until I glisten from tip to base. “See anything you want inside you?”

  Samantha nods, licking her lips. “You have no idea how just... obscenely sexy you look. It's scary, but I so want it I'm beggi
ng you... fuck me.”

  I nod, getting behind Samantha and stroking her ass with my palm while adjusting my cock, making sure I'm lined up just right. When I am, I stroke my head between her lips, Samantha gasping and moaning, leaning down into the bed and gripping the sheets as I rub against her clit before taking her hips and thrusting forward slowly, rubbing my full length against her pussy. She shivers as my shaft slides over her clit and gasps when my hips touch her ass. “All that... god it felt like you were sliding over my clit for a year.”

  “All this... nice and slow at first... but when you're ready as hard and fast as you want,” I promise her, pulling back and lining myself up again. The thick, flared head of my cock presses against her opening and Samantha takes a deep breath, steeling herself for it. There's no way to escape it, I don't care who she is, the first instant my cock opens up a woman is going to take her breath away and Samantha's no exception, whimpering as I gently push inside her. I pause with just the head inside, not only to give her a chance to adapt but also let myself do the same.

  The feeling of sliding inside Samantha is like no other woman I've been with before. Every other one, even a so-called 'size queen' that I dated my rookie year in Chicago, were just not right. Either they were so tight that it actually wasn't comfortable to be inside her, or in one case she was somehow so stunned it felt like I was just fucking a bowl of pudding. Samantha's body though is perfect, squeezing my cock but opening up as I slowly, in small strokes that barely move at first, slide deeper and deeper into her.

  “My god it feels like I'm being split in half,” Samantha moans when I'm about halfway in. “Please don't stop... I fucking love this.”

  “You and I both,” I growl, stroking in and out faster. My cock throbs even before I'm all the way in, and Samantha's pussy quivers, squeezing and fluttering around me as I probe depths she's never felt before. Faster and faster we go, my cock driving deeper inside her until, with a large thrust that leaves us both crying out in pleasure and joy, my hips slap against hers and I'm all the way inside. “Fuck!”

  “That's it baby... give me all you've got,” Samantha moans, reaching back and finding my hand. Our fingers entwine as I start pumping in and out of her, my body filled with waves of utter joy as I slide my cock in and out of Samantha's one of a kind body. Samantha pushes back, meeting my thrusts with her own and grunting with animal release each time our hips smack into each other. “Faster Lincoln... fuck me harder.”

  I growl, knowing that she can actually take it and reach up with my free hand, grabbing her shoulders to start pounding her. I pull Samantha up, my fingers wrapping around her throat as she turns to look at me, her eyes clouded as her body is overcome with the pleasure of my huge cock stroking in and out of her oh so tight pussy. She licks her lips, begging silently for more as words fail her and I speed up, driving her body wild until she freezes, her pussy clamping around my cock which throbs on the edge of coming deep inside her. I stay still, letting her ride it out until she pushes back, looking over her shoulder again to smile at me. “Keep going,” she rasps. “I want to feel you come inside me. I've got another one building and ready to tear me apart... please... I fucking love this.”

  “You're an angel,” I gasp in wonder as I start thrusting into her again, Samantha grinning before she groans again as the sensations of my cock overwhelm her. I thrust faster and faster, abandoning all my restraints and letting my instincts take over as she takes everything I have and pushes back, using her inner muscles to squeeze and milk my cock. I growl, smacking her ass with my free hand as we release, everything becoming pounding bodies and hammering heartbeats, my cock thrusting in and out of her perfect pussy as we let everything happen naturally.

  I don't know how long we keep going, I just know sweat's dripping down my chest and my stomach muscles are chiseled against my skin I've been giving her so much. Samantha's pussy squeezes me again and I know that she's about to come for a third time. I smack her ass one more time, grunting as I feel myself pushed to the edge. With a primal scream of release I come, my throbbing cock filling the condom as Samantha cries out too, her body shaking as she's pushed to places few other women will ever feel.

  Joy fills my body and heart as I release myself, holding myself inside her as we draw out the moment before Samantha collapses onto my bed, panting and moaning, her brain overloaded. I gather her in my arms, getting behind her and holding her close. “Holy fuck...,” she says when she can speak again. “I swear I saw heaven.”

  “Are you okay?” I whisper, nuzzling her neck. “Sorry if I smacked your ass a little hard.”

  “Hard?” she asks, turning over and smiling. “I loved it. Every second of it. You were perfect, Lincoln. Strong but restrained until I was ready for it... and then you showed me things that I've never suspected even existed. You want to smack my ass like that again... you go right ahead and do it.”

  We cuddle, kissing softly as our bodies recover, and I cup her face, stroking my thumb over her cheekbone. “Would you... would you like to stay the night?”

  Samantha kisses the pad of my thumb and hums sadly. “You know I would love to, but we've both got work tomorrow, and I have to get back to my place. Besides, if I stay, I doubt either of us is going to get any sleep. You've awoken a hungry, dirty little nympho side in me Lincoln, and if I stay, I'd want round two, three, and more.”

  “Would that be such a bad thing?” I ask, kissing the tip of her nose. “To spend the whole night like this?”

  “It is if you've got practice in the afternoon,” Samantha says with a chuckle.

  I nod, slightly sad but knowing she's right. “So what now, Samantha? I... I don't want this to be a one time thing.”

  “You heard me right earlier,” she says, smiling. “I can't get enough of you. But... I don't want to be known as a player's girl either. I'm a team executive.”

  “I understand,” I whisper, angry at Joe Crenshaw for fucking this up for me. That bastard... if only I had a way to hit him one time. “In public, you're the executive, the owner... my boss. But....”

  “But in private, things can be different,” Samantha agrees.

  “Good. Because I want you as my woman.”

  Samantha looks up in my eyes, biting her lip at my simple statement. She nods, and I know that somehow, we've crossed a line that means we're more than just bedmates... we're in some sort of relationship for sure. “Okay,” she finally says. “In public, you're a player, I'm a team executive. In private, if you're going to be my man, I'll be your woman. But, one thing.”

  “What?” I ask, and Samantha grins.

  “When my man's doing his best and kicking ass... it makes me very, very horny. So if my man wants some more nights like this, he better get his head right and start playing like I know he can.”

  I laugh softly, and gather her in my arms. “Motivating me, huh? Well... I suppose that'll help. But for now, even if you have to leave... five minutes of cuddling?”

  Samantha nods, and puts her head on my chest. “At least.”

  Chapter 11

  Samantha

  The nearly full moon's high in the sky as I type away at my computer, putting the last touches on the team's Halloween celebration plans, A Scary Knight Out. Being done the Saturday before a Halloween primetime game, this year's celebration can be the biggest ever.

  Part of it, of course, is the Knights' success. After seven weeks, we're 6-1, and sitting comfortably on top of our division. We've even gotten two wins over division rivals. Our one loss was tough, but I'm happy about the way the team bounced back and dominated Seattle the very next week, tearing them a new thirty five point margin of victory asshole in the process. This Sunday, I'm expecting more of the same.

  Best of all is Lincoln. Since that night at his place, he's been on a tear that has people wondering what the hell's gotten into him. Seven games, he's already gotten eleven sacks for the year and has won defensive player of the month once. At this pace, he's got a chance to break the all-time
single season sack record, and every game more and more fans are chanting 'Monster... Monster... Monster...' every time he's introduced.

  In private, our relationship is blooming. While we can't spend as much time out in public on dates as we'd like, at least once a week we're getting together at his house or at my apartment for dinner, which invariably ends up leading to bed breaking (literally, I need to buy a new bed frame), body pounding, heart stopping sex that leaves my body wrung out, my heart hammering in my chest, and a stupid grin on my face for at least the next twelve hours. It's hard trying not to jump into his arms when I see him around the team's practice facility, and the twinkle in his eye as he gives me a secret smile says he's thinking the same thing.

  Unfortunately, all of this means one thing... I want more. I want more than once or twice a week of surreptitious dinners and down low fucking. Even if our relationship is built around more than sex, text messages, and quiet dinners that are more often than not delivered to our places... I want more.

  “Thankfully next week we get more,” I murmur to myself. Bye weeks are starting up, and the Knights are scheduled to take theirs starting Monday. While the team's not going to just take a whole seven days off, Red's already said he's giving the players three days off, with their next practices not starting until Thursday of next week to get ready for Washington the night before Halloween. Three whole days where maybe I can spend the night with Lincoln, or he can stay over at my place... sounds like heaven to me.

  Before I can start making plans on how I'm going to be happily unable to walk next Monday through Wednesday, I need to get this damn document finished. Before I can though, my phone buzzes, and I see I've got a text... from Lincoln.

  Hey. U busy?

  Just some paperwork. What's up?

  Done with meetings, heading home for the night. Wondered if you were available?