Quarterback Blitz

by Frances Stockton

  “A little hard to do that when you’re driving and way over there,” she said, gesturing to the space that separated them.

  “But it’s damn sexy riding around town with you like this.”

  “Don’t get used to it,” she insisted. “I’m not even sure why I did it this time.”

  “‘Cause you wanted to be a little wild? Take time out of your day job and do something for yourself?”

  “Probably,” she admitted. “You make me feel…young. Like it’s okay to misbehave.”

  “Anytime you want to misbehave with me, I’m happy to oblige. And you’re safe with me, Anna, always. Get that? Safe sex is wise but I’m clean, got tested with my last physical.”

  “Same here. You’re also gorgeous and athletic. Looking at you right now isn’t a hardship, believe me.”

  Noting a hint of worry in her voice, Kyran reached over and took her hand again. Stretching a little, he set their joined hands on her left thigh. “You are the hottest, sweetest thing I’ve ever known. Don’t think this is hard for me either.”

  “You look hard to me,” she said, making his cock leap and weep.

  There was no denying it. He was hard as a rock. His balls were heavy, but his erection felt like a battering ram. He could smell her sex, salty, tangy and tasty. “If I could fuck you and drive at the same time, I would.”

  “We wouldn’t be the first to try,” she replied.

  “Yeah and risk a head-on collision, no. Rather get you home where I can fuck you safely.”

  “Do you have to talk that way?”

  “What way?” he asked.

  “Using the ‘F’ word all the time.” She was sounding like a teacher. It turned him on, but he didn’t want the teacher right now.

  “You like when I talk dirty.”

  “In the heat of the moment, maybe,” she agreed.

  “Bet you’re pretty hot right now, aren’t you, Anna? Knowing I want to fuck you?” he asked. “Feel it for me.”

  “What?”

  “Your pussy, feel it for me, now. Tell me how wet you are.” It was August and the air conditioning was flowing. He bet her strawberry red pussy was scorching.

  “I’m not a dog, Kyran.” Getting worked up, she crossed her arms over those big, round breasts, hiding the extended tips.

  “‘Course you’re not. But you’re wet and getting wetter by the second. Feel it for me, tell me,” he urged, wanting to do it himself.

  “You’re asking too much,” she argued.

  “Come on. Touch your sweet pussy. Don’t be afraid.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Double dog dare you to, Anna James. Tell me.”

  Knowing he pushed her comfort zone, he saw her from the rearview mirror. Her mouth was gaped a little, her fair skin pink with arousal.

  Returning his eyes to the road, he waited. She lowered her arms. He heard her rustling about, spied her thighs part just a bit.

  “Um,” she murmured, the shadow of her hand combing through her trimmed curls, catching his attention. “Hot, very hot.”

  “More,” he said.

  “Hot and wet.”

  He turned down the radio some, listening to her playing. “Push one finger inside, just one.”

  God, he was going to shoot off any second. He wasn’t touching her, but he heard her masturbating, the juices must be coating her finger.

  “Kyran, not sure I can keep doing this.” She stopped, probably scared herself.

  “You can. Make yourself come.”

  “I’d rather make you come,” she admitted.

  “Good,” he praised. “You first, I’ll follow.”

  “You’re driving.”

  “Yes, I am. Touch your clit, stroke it like you’d stroke my cock.”

  “Um, you’re a lot more substantial than my little clit.”

  “Thanks. Quit stalling or face the consequences later,” he warned, hinting she might get punished if she didn’t follow his lead.

  He’d never hurt her. He sure as hell wouldn’t mind binding her to his bed to do whatever he wanted. Or spank her ass ’til it was burning hot.

  The sound of her seat moving back surprised him. She was lounging, thighs spread. God damn, yes! About to spurt like a teenager, he used his left hand to steer, his right to grip his penis.

  “A woman’s clit is more sensitive than a man’s entire cock head,” he told her. “Yours is ultra sensitive, needing special attention.”

  “Yeah, I know,” she whispered, getting into it now.

  With her seat back, she parted her legs more. There in the passenger seat of his Escalade, his school teacher was working her clit like a pro. Hearing her soft moans, he jerked himself harder. He extended his cock toward his abs, the tension keeping him from coming too soon.

  “Come with me, Anna,” he urged.

  Her fingers were playing and rubbing her center. He couldn’t see it. He could hear it. She wasn’t shy. After she rid herself of the teacher persona, she was all open, moaning pleasure, masturbating in earnest.

  “Can’t believe I’m doing this, but…feels so good,” she whimpered, thrusting her hips up in the neon-blue interior, lighted from his dashboard.

  If Meat Loaf started to sing at that moment, Kyran would have laughed. Fortunately, Led Zeppelin’s “Rock and Roll” was on, setting the stage for their sexy play.

  By chance, a highway rest stop loomed about a half mile ahead. “Wait, Anna.”

  “Damn it, Kyran, I’m fucking close.”

  Well now, Ms. Anna James was getting a potty mouth. He’d have to reward her later. He stopped jerking himself off and eased onto the ramp. The rest stop was for truckers, two rigs were parked in the lot a good distance away.

  Kyran didn’t care. He hoped Anna didn’t. Whipping the SUV into a space and slamming on the brakes, he turned off the engine, cutting the lights. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he grabbed for Anna, who’d already unfastened hers.

  “Get over here and ride me, Anna.” Catching her elbow, he tugged. She about leapt over the console to get to him.

  Somehow she tucked her knees on either side of his hips and settled over him. His cock inched into her hot, wet sheath and they both…froze.

  “Condom, quick,” she commanded.

  “Jeans pocket,” he growled.

  He’d tossed them in the back.

  “Jeez, okay,” she grumbled just the same, regrouping before leaving him to make an awkward dive for the backseat.

  Watching her move around in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t take it. They’d almost fucked without a condom. But he wanted her so bad his teeth hurt. Knowing they needed to be safe, he crawled through the seats to join her.

  “Feels like we’re kids,” she said.

  He laughed, helping to find the second foil package.

  Together, they ripped open the packet, getting him sheathed in a matter of seconds. “Slow down,” he said.

  “Too late, you started this, you finish it.”

  A big backseat was a bonus. Sitting back, his feet planted on the floorboards, he grinned as Anna draped her gorgeous, naked body over him again. This time she kissed him, full on ravaged his mouth with her tongue. He took every damn thrust. Kissing back, he grabbed her waist, bringing her up, over and onto his cock.

  Sure, he was big. Anna fit him like a molten glove. He felt like a god as she began to slide down his length.

  Heat penetrated the thin latex, lubricating her inner walls that were already slick. Pushing up with his hips, he groaned as she took him as far as she possibly could. Most of his shaft disappeared inside her, spreading her pussy lips, causing them to flutter, her vagina gripped him.

  “Holy fuck, woman, this is good.” Thrusting hard as she rocked against his hips, she took him real deep, real hard, fast and a little dirty. She kissed him and clawed, explosive like dynamite.

  All she’d needed was a spark. He was proud as fuck for turning her into a firecracker. He knew she would be. But then his mascot wasn’t just anyone
. This was Anna and he couldn’t get enough of her hot, tight pussy.

  No way was this going to last one night, no way. They went at it with the naughty desperation of two teenagers. Not caring about anything but the feel of Anna, Kyran ran his hands over her, breasts, arms, shoulders, ass, everything he could reach and keep pumping.

  Anna suddenly reared back, her muscles clenching around his cock. She was real close to coming, her movements erratic, searching for that elusive push. Joining her in that search, he slid his hand between their thighs, finding her clit.

  As he pumped into her, he pressed the top of her sex, exerting pressure where she needed it without making her go numb. She froze. Her mouth open, her cries hoarse as she came. Her inner muscles massaged his cock with such force he jetted so hard he shouted to the ceiling.

  She’d just drained him, again. “Fuck me,” he growled as the last of her orgasm rippled over him.

  “Believe I just did,” she said against his chest, her luscious body draped over him like a warm blanket.

  Hugging her tight, he didn’t want to let go. Afraid she’d pull the age card as she’d done in the locker room, he grasped her hair just enough to bring her head up. Kissing her, he told her with his tongue that he wasn’t letting go after tonight.

  Didn’t matter, he had the rest of the night to make tomorrow turn into another day.

  “Anna, go out…”

  Headlights broke the gray darkness of the backseat. Anna buried her head into the crook of his neck.

  “What the hell?” Kyran kept her guarded and looked out the window.

  Lights continued to bore into the Escalade, the darkened glass protecting them from the worst of it. Thinking a trucker had come into the rest stop, Kyran set Anna on the seat to open the window a crack.

  The headlights finally dimmed, drew back, a minivan drove away.

  “No way,” he growled.

  “What is it, a trucker?” Anna asked, sitting up to see the tail lights. “Is that the same van from the stadium?”

  “Yeah, I think so,” he admitted.

  One thing he wouldn’t do is lie to Anna. She deserved better.

  “You knew that van,” she said.

  “Possibly, Brenda Jamison drives one.”

  “Who’s that? An ex?” she asked, frostier this time.

  He watched her search the back for her jeans and jersey. Damn, she was going to dive right back into her clothes. Couldn’t blame her, he was feeling exposed too.

  “Not at all, sugar,” he said. “Brenda’s the piranha.”

  “The reporter you were dodging earlier?”

  “That’d be the one. She’s obsessed with gossip, especially about me.”

  “Is she a danger to you, Kyran?” Anna sat up taller, ignoring the jersey in her hand.

  Amazing, as beautiful as she was sitting there half naked, he recognized genuine concern on her face. “Don’t think so. She’s looking for a story.”

  “Honestly never heard of her before, she TV or newspaper?”

  “Newspaper, but the press she writes for might be closing shop. Could be hoping to write stories that are picked up nationally or by a rag magazine for top dollar,” he speculated. “Not sure, I’ll call my agent, Alex Grant, tomorrow.”

  “Call him now,” Anna suggested. “I’m curious to know why she’d go so far as to follow you. What if she knows where you live?”

  Sensible Anna returned and he loved her for it. Okay, maybe not love yet. Too soon for the L word, but he was falling like a rock here.

  Both of them got dressed and he put the used condom in a trash receptacle stashed behind the front passenger seat. Kyran preferred to be naked next to his woman. But it wouldn’t be right, not now. He was pretty sure the van belonged to Brenda Jamison. He had to nip her in the bud before she gossiped about Anna. Rag magazines could taint him in any light they wanted. Mess with Anna, they’d face a cease and desist order, maybe a lawsuit.

  Anna stayed quiet as they both got back into the front seat. She was right. He called his agent. Took all of five minutes to reach Alex and explain the situation.

  “Ready to go?” Anna asked when he ended the call.

  “Yeah, you okay?”

  “Better than okay,” she said. “Not many women like me can say they had sex with Kyran Black in the back of his Escalade.” She was smiling, laughing like she couldn’t believe they had. Right then, he was glad that he hadn’t dated seriously for a while now. Not since he met Anna had he fucked anyone.

  “There’s more to come,” he promised, laughing.

  “God, I hope so,” she teased.

  “Nice, my bad girl’s back.”

  Putting the SUV into gear, he edged out of the parking spot, turned the wheel and they were shooting toward the highway. The two rigs were still in their places at the opposite end of where they’d been parked. Dark save for orange fog lights along the trailers and the base of the trucks, the drivers were likely sleeping before a long haul. When they were cruising down the road, Kyran reached over and took Anna’s hand.

  Chapter Eight

  Anna didn’t say much when Kyran started driving again. She couldn’t. She was so close to falling head over heels in love with him she feared she’d do something really stupid.

  Like saying “I love you” while coming harder than she’d ever had in her life. Ever!

  They’d fucked like a couple of teenagers in the backseat of his SUV. Nothing stopped them until that minivan interrupted them. He’d been about to say something, maybe ask for a date after tonight? She didn’t know.

  But she wanted to know! And damn it, she was worried. The reporter Kyran mentioned was tenacious enough to follow him. The Escalade’s windows were darkened, hopefully protecting them from view. But it was possible they were seen having sex.

  “Anna, stop it,” he said, holding her hand.

  “Stop what?” She squeezed his fingers.

  “Thinking,” he answered.

  “Hard to do that when some piranha wants a piece of you,” Anna argued.

  “Brenda Jamison can’t hurt me. She’s small-time news. Don’t worry.”

  “But she followed you!”

  “She did. Alex is going to call in some favors, see what story she’s been working on. He’ll handle it.”

  “What if she exposes our affair?” That sounded tawdry and outdated and old, a little like she did right then.

  “We’re not having an affair.”

  “We certainly aren’t dating,” she pointed out, biting her lip. It sounded like she was fishing for a date.

  “I’m about to pull over at the next rest top,” he warned. “And show you why this isn’t an affair. It’s your birthday, let’s enjoy it.”

  “Okay, but it’s just for tonight. Tomorrow, in the light of day, you’re going to wake up and see that I’m getting gray hair and my boobs are not perfect. I’ll feel like a Mack Truck hit me. Be grateful that I leave quietly.” Oh good, now she sounded like a fool, complaining about her age.

  “Your boobs are fantastic,” he told her. “I’d fuck them.”

  About to argue again, Anna caught a visual of Kyran Black’s big, thick cock thrusting between her breasts. “Kyran!” she tried to shout, burying a smile.

  “Hey now, don’t you dare laugh,” he warned, grinning. “Seriously, Anna, you’re smokin’, don’t sell yourself short.”

  “Am not,” she denied. At least, she didn’t think she was.

  “I’ll prove it when we get home,” Kyran decided, reaching to turn the radio up a notch. “So tell me about this coaching gig you’ve got.”

  “It’s football. I love football.”

  “Yeah, I know that. Offense, defense, which is it?”

  “Would you believe offensive?”

  Kyran sat up straighter. “Ah, explains why you listened when we went for coffee.”

  “I listened because you needed someone to talk to,” she admitted. “You’d signed as the backup quarterback for the Griffins when
part of you wanted to find a team that needed you as their main guy.”

  “You remembered that?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

  “Of course,” she said. “Don’t forget I’d just gotten hired as the mascot and was having coffee with my favorite QB in the game today. I came to admire you for having the guts to join a team that needed your talent instead of taking the glory for yourself.”

  “That and the Griffins stand a good chance of getting into the playoffs, maybe a ring this year,” Kyran admitted. “I was sidelined at the top of my game for a busted knee, keeping me from taking the Sharks into the playoffs. They dropped out of contention while I took time out for rehab. When I came back, football and that team had moved on without me.”

  “You’re still talented, Kyran. They were idiots for failing to see what you had to offer,” Anna said, understanding. She remembered the injury that caused him to miss a season and a half. “Remember, you did come back and the Griffins are lucky to have you.”

  “After three surgeries, I did,” he confessed. “My ACL, MCL and PCL were torn. The blow should have sidelined me for good.” Anna shuddered, thinking of that fateful game. An opposing player, a mountain of a guy, had come in on him from his blind side, catching Kyran’s knee and pretty much blowing it out. Game footage after revealed the extent, the horrible pop of his ligaments tearing.

  “But it didn’t,” she said. “You did what you had to do and you still have a rocket arm. You orchestrated a touchdown drive tonight. You were amazing.”

  Kyran laughed. “You’re sweet. Truth is I only played the last quarter. The touchdown was a result of our running back’s efforts and a pass to Wayne Grady. Ricky won the game.” He was being modest, that one pass was for 50 yards for a third-down conversion. Two completions later, the running back scored from the five-yard line.

  “He is good.” Ricky Weathers had the right stuff. But he was impulsive and needed direction. Kyran settled him down. “Kyran, you coached him through most of the game. Ricky likes to go for the big passes and yardage. Sometimes that’s not the best course. He won because of you.”