Her inner muscles surrounded and squeezed his sheathed cock, his balls slapping her ass with every deep penetration. The condom helped stave off coming too soon, but he wasn’t going to last much longer. She was too tight, too hot and too right. Slowing, he let her legs fall to his forearms and guided himself in and out of her, easy and deep, making sure she felt his eight inches as deep as her pussy could take. She took most of it, accepting the slam against her cervix, cried for more, harder. He gave it to her.
“Anna, watch me fuck you,” he commanded.
Her gaze fell and he lowered himself to kiss her forehead, then did a push-up. Almost slipping out, he looked between their bodies. Seeing her arch, he groaned as she took his cum-soaked cock back into that wet, pink, silken flesh. She made his testicles draw up so tight to his body it bordered on pain. He was going to come.
“Fuck, so damn close,” he growled.
“It’s okay. I know you need to come.” As he watched himself fill her again, he saw that her clit needed attention.
Stalling, he withdrew. “Kyran?”
“Easy there, turn over.” Coaxing her to all fours, he moved behind her. Covering her back with his chest, he shifted to align his legs on either side of hers. Anna reached back and touched his thigh, inviting him to take her.
Kyran closed his eyes and pushed back into her vagina. Heat and tight inner muscles took him to the hilt. He drew back and slammed into her again, repeating, pounding her each time, grunting at the feel of her grasping, tight pussy and the sound of slapping, wet flesh.
“Hell, woman, this is too damn right.”
She needed no guidance. She fucked him right back, just as he knew she would.
With his hands free to explore, he wrapped his arms around her so he could touch her breasts, tug on her nipples. Anna trembled and groaned when he pinched.
“I need to…” she confessed, losing her rhythm and speech.
“Me too,” he said.
Alternately stroking each breast with one hand, he moved his left until he found the nest of curls on her mound. Proud that he had big hands, he cupped her and rubbed her clit with his index finger and thumb.
“Ohmigod, oh,” she sighed and bucked.
Kyran lost control and plunged into her so hard she collapsed to her elbows. Anna shook her damp hair, stretching and lunging like a jungle cat beneath him. She was sexy, amazing. She took everything he gave, pushing back at him with remarkable, agile strength as she came back to all fours.
Sensation and tension centered on his cock and balls. She was silken heat and rippling, tight muscle. She was perfect. “Let go, now.”
Anna shuddered. “Kyran!”
He palmed her clit as spasms shook her, her vaginal walls clamping down on his cock so hard, the base of his spine locked and cum shot up his shaft to the head. “Sonofabitch, Anna, I’m coming, fuck.” Spewing like a volcano, he shook with the force of it.
Thrusting into her one last time, his hot ejaculate soaked his cock while Anna’s vagina gently convulsed around him. When he was finished, he wrapped his arms around her and rocked back to his knees, taking her with him.
“You just wrung me out,” he whispered, nipping at her earlobe and holding her tight. He hadn’t had sex without protection since he was twenty-one. For the first time since he’d been tested to make sure he was clean, he wondered what it would be like to have sex without one.
No, that wasn’t it. He wanted to know what it would be like to fuck Anna without a condom. He wanted his semen filling her ’til it flowed out of her pussy and slid down her thighs.
“I’ve never had this many orgasms in one night,” Anna confessed, her body still trembled.
“Lie beside me for a minute.” He settled on the griffin costume and brought her head down to his chest.
“We should go, Kyran. Someone could find us like this.”
“I know. We will.” But he wasn’t ready to let her go.
She’d drained him and he wanted more. Kyran vowed to make sure that Anna agreed to stay with him beyond one night. Chances were she’d start thinking about her age as soon as they left the locker room. He had to find a way to convince her that their ages didn’t change the fact that he wanted her and intended to keep her.
Chapter Five
Anna couldn’t move. She just had the best sex of her life with Kyran Black! Her muscles were still limp, her skin still sensitive. Even better, she still had his arms around her. He didn’t rush to pull away or grab his pants. He held her close.
She wanted more. Her heart raced at the thought of sharing more kisses, more touches and multiple orgasms with Kyran. Just thinking his name sent a spark of need zinging right to her slit, making her wonder how long it would take for him to recover.
Amazingly, the quiet that had fallen between them was sweet and uncomplicated. They just laid together on her mascot costume, ignoring the slight chill in the room as he brushed one hand over her shoulder and down her arm. She rested her head on his big, muscular chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.
For a moment she wished they could stay this way for days, months, even years. But that was simply impossible.
Kyran was so handsome, so sexy and demanding as a lover, she’d had no chance of resisting him. Though he was thirty to her forty, he was more confident and dominant during sex. Something about that had turned her on, made her want to do whatever he asked. She liked when he was a little aggressive, when he made demands of her in a voice that slid over her skin like silk.
Who’d have thought she’d want such a man? That she’d get wet by the sound of a man saying he was going to fuck her and tell her to stroke and squeeze his cock and ring his balls to keep him from coming too soon? That she’d want him to tell her when to orgasm? When he did, she came so hard fluid gushed from her pussy. Sure, she’d heard about women ejaculating. She’d just never experienced it.
Got a little sticky? Yeah sure, she’d done that with a vibrator, never with a man. Soak a man’s face while riding his mouth and tongue, never, at least not until tonight!
She had to remind herself that she was Anna James, a forty-year-old high school teacher and assistant JV football coach. Football practice had already started, even though it was summer. The Griffin mascot gig was part time and she was supposed to remain anonymous. She needed to go back to work, back to her normal life tomorrow. For now she’d stay here in Kyran’s arms for as long as he would hold her.
“You’re getting cold again,” Kyran said, doing his best to rub her arms.
“I’m all right.” Reluctantly, she sat up. “I’ll go clean up and get dressed.”
“I’ll help.”
“No, I can do this on my own.” She moved to her knees, her leg muscles protesting the sudden move, and her hip popped so loudly they both winced.
“Dammit, Anna, did I hurt you?” In a flash Kyran was kneeling beside her, his clever hands running over her hip.
“No, no, I’m fine.” The pop of her hip was nothing compared to the sharp cramp that swept up her left calf. Instinctively, she flinched, the pain wrenched through her leg.
“Lie back down. I’ll massage you.” And didn’t that make it worse? He knew she was creaky and cramped, even though she’d tried to fight it. Muscle cramps just didn’t like to let go that easily.
“I’m fine.” Shifting a bit awkwardly, she managed to grab her left foot and pulled it toward her body. It hurt for a second or two until the cramp eased, leaving behind a little ache. “There, you see, just a cramp. Guess I’m not as spry as I’d like to be.”
He stayed on the costume when she stood up. He looked like a mythological god perched on a griffin-skin rug. He was naked, handsome and too damn young for her. He had more tattoos banding his thighs, tattoos she hadn’t noticed until tonight. He was everything she wasn’t, what was she doing with this man?
“Anna, don’t go teacher on me now. I admit I’d like to fuck you while you’re wearing one of those prim, white shirts and a tight, shor
t black skirt and stiletto heels, but not tonight.”
“Don’t be silly. I don’t wear skirts or heels to school. I’m a phys-ed teacher. I wear sweatpants, sneakers and tee shirts to work.”
“Doesn’t hurt to fantasize,” he said. “There are quite a few fantasies I’d like to carry out with you. Add a yardstick to that teacher’s uniform and I’m there, sugar.”
She’d like that, yet she wondered why he returned to using sugar again. Not long ago he’d called her baby. It’d been sweet, she liked it. Rather than admit it, she shook her head. “You’re impossible, Kyran. I’m going to find something to wear.”
“That sexy little number you got in your locker would do.”
“That dress was meant for a nightclub. Since I’m not going out for my birthday I’d rather just get my jeans.”
Kyran stood then, looking gorgeous even while removing his condom. “Wear whatever you want, Anna, as long as you remember you’re coming home with me.”
She wasn’t likely to forget that. “Kyran, really, I can’t sleep over your place tonight. If you’d like to go somewhere for coffee or a drink, that’d be nice. It just isn’t the best idea to carry on as we have here.”
“You think what we just did was carrying on, like we’re kids?” The harsh note in his normally sexy voice tugged on her heart strings. She’d hurt him and she hadn’t really meant to.
“What we did was special, amazing, something I never thought I’d experience in my lifetime with someone like you.”
“Then why are you pulling away from me already?”
“I’m not. I need to get dressed. I’ve work tomorrow.” She picked up her football jersey and slipped it over her head. It felt a little damp in certain places due to Kyran’s attentiveness to her breasts earlier. But she didn’t see any visible wet spots.
Feeling less vulnerable and far warmer, she went over to where she’d stowed her sports bag. “Why don’t you wait outside while I get dressed?”
“I’ll wait here.” Kyran stood by the shower room door where he’d just deposited the condom in a trashcan sitting nearby. “Mind telling me why a teacher would work on a Saturday in August?”
“I’ve got JV football practice tomorrow. We have a game the first week of school.”
“What time’s practice?”
Feeling his eyes on her, she poked through her bag looking for underwear. “Noon,” she said. “Shit, I can’t find my underwear.” Flushing, she almost punched the bag.
“That language is going to get you into trouble, Ms. James. You have a pair of panties in your locker. Want me to get them for you?”
“Sure, why not?” They’d just had sex, why should it matter if he saw the panties she’d intended to wear with the black dress.
When he left, Anna found a brush and ran it through her hair, using the time she had alone to control the mass of tangles. Catching the brush in a knot, she yanked hard and winced at the stinging pain.
“Here, give me that.” Kyran snatched the brush from her hand and handed her the lacy black panties. At least they weren’t the cotton briefs she’d had on during the game. She’d have been mortified if he knew she preferred comfort to sexy thongs.
He moved in behind her and started brushing her hair, barely tugging at all.
“You’re good at this,” she said.
“Your hair’s beautiful. Don’t hurt yourself trying to detangle it.”
“You don’t have to do—”
“Anna, don’t tell me to stop. I want to take care of you, okay?” Kyran ran the brush from root to tip, being careful not to tug beyond what was needed to loosen the knots.
“I’m sorry, Kyran. I’m used to doing things myself.”
“Not anymore.” The drag of the brush calmed Anna’s sudden bout of nerves. There was no hurry in his actions, just a gentle cadence that she welcomed. “I want to do a lot of things with you, more than what we’ll be able to do in one night. One thing I won’t do is intentionally cause you any pain.” He dropped the brush and gathered her hair in one hand, tugging enough to bring her head back against his bare shoulder. He was still naked. She could feel his cock harden against her butt.
“You can’t want more than that,” she argued.
“I can.” He dropped the brush and wrapped his arm around her waist. He knew exactly how she liked him to hold her. His was so big and strong, with the defined, sculpted muscle of a quarterback, his dominant left hand centering right over the triangle of hair covering her mound. Her panties were still in her hand and she could barely think beyond the sparks of need exploding within her pussy with only the simplest of touches. “Agree to spend the rest of your birthday with me. In the morning, I’ll make you breakfast in bed.”
“I can’t. I have practice.”
“At noon. I’ll wake you up in plenty of time to make football practice.”
“I’m tempted to just say yes.”
“Just say yes,” he insisted. “Say yes.”
“Okay…yes.” Kyran spun Anna around so fast her head swam.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, unknowingly reminding her that she wasn’t a girl. She was still forty years old. Her muscles were a little sore, her clit ultra-sensitive.
“Kyran, wait, I’m not sure we should have sex again until later, much later, like hours.”
“Sure we should.”
“It’s just that, well, you’re a lot bigger than any man I’ve been with. I’m not sure I can keep up with you without getting sore.”
“Understood, we went at each other pretty hard the first time. I’ll try to slow down for the rest of the night, okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed, unsure what she agreed to.
He smiled, her handsome quarterback melting her heart as he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue slicked out over her lips and her mouth parted, permitting yet another deep, open-mouthed kiss that lingered, making her knees weak.
“You taste so good I don’t want to stop kissing you,” he whispered against her lips, the words tickling a little. “But if I don’t, we’ll be back on that griffin costume using the second condom in my pocket. I promised to slow down and I aim to please.”
“Do you?” she asked, smiling. At that moment he looked more human and less like a god. He was starting to look tired too. He was the one who’d been sacked and mashed into the turf during the game. He probably should have soaked in warm water, been massaged and taken care of by team trainers.
“Yes, now let’s get out of here before it’s too late.”
He released her then and she backed up. “Tell you what. I’ll finish getting dressed if you could work on stuffing the costume into the empty garment bag hanging in the other room.” She pointed in the general direction of her small changing room and waited to see if he’d listen.
“All right.”
Anna nodded, watching him go over and grab his jeans. He was facing away from her and she was able to appreciate his fine body. He was ripped, tight and lean, with muscles of a modern warrior. His ass was perfect, bare and squeezable.
He turned and caught her staring. “Anna James, you staring at my ass?”
“Sure am. You know, I’m glad you stopped me from going to an all-male revue. You are far sexier than any man I might have seen tonight.”
Kyran grinned. “Thank you, I think.”
She grinned back, feeling a bit like a teenager watching him step into his jeans and button the fly. “You’re welcome.”
Blushing, she turned and went back to the shower where she’d left her washcloth. She heard Kyran pick up the costume and take it to the next room. Alone, she quickly washed between her thighs, pulled on her miniscule panties and returned to her gym bag.
From the desk in the outer locker room, she heard the phone ring and a rustle of plastic. Kyran’s deep voice answered the call. Briefly, Anna wondered if they’d gotten themselves in trouble.
Kyran was a legend, hopefully with a few more years to give as an experienced mentor to a young, ta
lented first-string quarterback. As rebellious as he was perceived to be off the field, he still had a rocket arm, still had a presence that thousands of fans came to see when they flocked to a Griffins game.
And she was a teacher who needed her job as the mascot to make extra money. Most of what she made as a mascot was invested for the future, meant to supplement the pension she’d receive when she left teaching. It was a necessity and she didn’t want to lose that income.
She also didn’t want to think about the fact that she was ten years older than Kyran, something that didn’t seem to matter when they were close. How long would it take for him to realize she wasn’t anywhere near as strong or fit as he was?
“Anna, are you all right?” Kyran asked when he walked back into the shower room.
“Um, yeah, just daydreaming,” she said, finding her jeans. “I’m almost ready.”
“Someone from security called. He’ll be here in about fifteen minutes. An alarm in one of the souvenir shops was triggered earlier and they’re coming around to check everything out on this side of the stadium.”
“Do you think it’s dangerous?”
“No. I think some fans tried to linger inside the stadium after it was closed and got caught.”
“Whew, hope you’re right.” She shrugged into her jeans and found some socks. Her toes were chilled and the cotton felt wonderful, but she still felt cold all of a sudden. “Kyran, this isn’t going to affect you in any way, is it?”
“Affect me how?” There was a frown in his voice. She didn’t dare look at him.
“Being caught in here with me,” she explained. “I wouldn’t want what happened here tonight to hurt your career.”
“Can’t see how it would. Are you ashamed to be with me, Anna?”
“Kyran, don’t dare think that! I’d like to spend the rest of the night with you, but I think it’s wise to be careful. Technically, I’m not supposed to bother the football players. I could get into trouble too.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t. If management has a problem with the fact that I’m dating you, I’ll handle it.”
“Okay, if you think it’s safe, then I won’t give it another thought tonight.”
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