Quarterback Blitz

by Frances Stockton

  Kyran knew. He wasn’t turned off by it. He wanted her the way she’d fantasized about since she bought the kit.

  Her love for him expanded, becoming more and more real.

  “Then do it, baby, here I am,” he invited, dropping back to the pillows to re-tuck his hands behind his head.

  Anna didn’t know what came over her. As if in a race, she jerked off her clothes, tossing them aside. Naked, she climbed onto the bottom of the bed, slowly, methodically stalking him on hands and knees.

  “Well, would you look at what I’ve found,” she purred, straddling his thighs.

  “Nah, look what I’ve found,” he said, easing back a little more. “You’ve taught me a lot since we got together, Anna, you get me?”

  “Think I do,” she answered, letting her body relax into him.

  Folding herself over him, she absorbed the sensation of being there. His skin was warm, muscles hard. He’d taken his arms out from behind him and put them at her waist. Like always, he made her feel special, loved, she loved him back.

  One hand came to her chin, bringing her head up. “Wasn’t ’til I met you at tryouts that I thought about settling down with anyone, I’m not seeing any other course for us.”

  “That your way of saying you love me?”

  “Goes without saying, yeah, definitely love you,” he assured. “It’s more. You taught me how to love. Thought I understood before. Wasn’t ’til you that I found out how wrong I was.” He never spoke ill or down about any women he’d known before her, but Anna was aware that his love life off the field was legendary.

  “That’s good. It means you won’t go running to rescue your ex when you go to California,” she pointed out, wishing she hadn’t done that.

  Kyran frowned, his eyes narrowed. “Fuck no, I’m not going anywhere near her, swear on my cock.” He took pride in his size, knew darned well how to use it. If he brought his penis into the conversation, he meant it.

  “Then there’s only one thing to do right now.”

  “What would that be?” His arms shifted, holding her tighter.

  “It begins with a kiss.” Hefting herself up, her hands flat to the bed by his arms, she bent down.

  Brushing her mouth over his, she concentrated only there. His mouth was masculine, but soft where it needed to be. Loving the feel of it, she ran her tongue over the shape and definition, dipping into the scar.

  “How’d you get this?” she suddenly asked.

  “Blitzed during a college game,” he answered. “Guy was the size of a mountain, knocked my helmet clean off. Think a cleat caught my face.”

  “Poor baby,” she murmured, kissing him in earnest.

  “Ladies like it,” he teased.

  Drawing back, she scowled. “No ladies in this bed except me, understand?”

  “Only you,” he growled, jerking her back down for another kiss.

  Anna gave up trying to be stern as their mouths clung. Forcing away the need to check the clock for time, she remembered they had hours. There was plenty of time to play.

  Taking in his taste, his familiar soapy scent and smoothness of his clean-shaven jaw, she let the kiss go on and on. Pushing her tongue between his lips, she explored the silken depth. His tongue caught hers, she sucked him.

  Confidence grew, especially in herself. She was his lover. No one else, no exes or paparazzi headlines were going to change it. Enjoying the ride, she savored the texture of his chin, jaw, tip of his nose, forehead.

  His skin was soft yet firm. Her breasts squished against his chest, her nipples meeting his. Deliberately, she widened her legs to accommodate his girth between her thighs. Very aware she was drenching him, she rocked her hips as she’d learned from using the metallic eggs.

  “Take me in you,” he implored.

  Anna wanted to. She had other plans.

  “Soon I’ll be in you,” she promised, peppering kisses down his throat. His hands clutched at her back, pushing her up and down his erection.

  Loving the feel of him, she was tempted to adjust her hips, take him in. She waited, continuing to kiss his collarbone, building on the pleasured tension curling deep in her core. Many times he’d loved her from head to toe. It was her turn to give it back. Truth was Kyran liked control. When he gave it to her, he was showing his trust.

  By the time she kissed his nipples, he was squirming and moaning. The sounds so masculine, they tripped through her heart, turning her on like crazy.

  “Umm, your skin tastes good,” she praised, lapping his left nipple and pectoral. Muscles twitched, enticing her to lick the copper areola. Nipping shy of pain, she brought his hips off the bed. Suckling on him gently, she had him panting. His small, pointed nipple felt hard against her tongue.

  Clever hands smoothed up and down her back, sending sweet sensations through her spine to her sex. The familiarity of his calluses, the length and size of his hands, felt amazing, right. All the while, she rocked her hips, rubbing her wet vulva along his length.

  Shifting, he made it so the head brushed her clit with each thrust of her hips. He didn’t force the movements. He gave them back to her, letting her set the pace.

  “Oh god,” she purred, feeling all of him against her pussy. “No one fits me like you, Kyran. If you find someone else, I don’t think I could go back to regular sex with another guy.”

  A playful smack on her bottom startled her, causing thick, warm juices to drip from her pussy. “You’re not going anywhere. Say that again, I’m turning you over my knee.”

  “Can’t do that, hero, I’m a little busy here.”

  “Yeah, you are.” He drew an imaginary line down the center of her back, cupping her butt cheek where he’d spanked her. “Sorry, baby, want me to kiss it?”

  “I want you to shush while I work you out,” she commanded, going south with her lips, tongue and teeth.

  Skimming his ribs, abs and navel, she dipped her tongue into the indentation, then hummed along his six-pack. Jeez, he was ripped. Amazing, truly amazing, she thought, licking and kissing, occasionally nipping Kyran bucked with each nibble. Murmured deeply with each kiss and caress until she moved herself far enough to encase his cock with her breasts. Intentionally, she lifted so she could push her breasts close together, trapping him. His hips surged forward, then pulled back, repeating, his erection sawing between the vee of her breasts.

  “Stay still,” she warned, biting him just shy of leaving a mark. Then she nuzzled the tender skin between his hip and inner thigh.

  Something in her wanted to brand him, hers. Sucking the skin there, she drew hard enough to leave a small, circular mark.

  “Bad girl,” he growled roughly.

  “You like when I’m bad,” she teased.

  “Wrong. I love when you’re bad.”

  Smiling, she moved to where she really wanted to be. Face to face with his beautiful erection, she rubbed her lips over him. His hands slipped behind her head, staying still. With her face and hair, she continued to rub his length. His abs grew taut and she licked him, tip to groin.

  He bucked. Anna licked him again, repeating up and down, all along his girth. Paying special attention to the rim, she flicked her tongue over the ridge. Taking him in one hand, she guided his heavy length into her mouth, sucking the head gently.

  How she loved Kyran’s warm, salty male taste, the pleasure of exciting him with her mouth indescribable, powerful. Slowly, she made love to him, swallowing him to her throat.

  “Careful, we got hours, slow down.”

  Anna nodded, withdrew, capturing pre-cum spilling out. “Hmm,” she praised, licking it all off.

  Sitting up, she straddled him, discovering she didn’t quite know what to do next. The harness and dildo set were nearby. She’d read the manual. Putting it to use was a whole other story.

  “You can, Anna,” he said, showing he understood her hesitation. “I trust you. But if you want, I can help equal this out ’til you’re ready to take over. It’s your call.”

  “N
eed help,” she decided.

  Gently, he tapped her thigh. She moved off him, waiting in the center of the bed.

  Kyran knelt near her, reaching for the silk and leather harness and two of the dildos that came with it. The first was about three inches long with the thickness of a woman’s middle and index fingers, textured and filled with flexible jelly. The second was shaped the exact size of a normal man’s penis, made of the same jellied substance. It took him a minute, but he fastened them to the harness.

  “Come here and kiss me,” he invited.

  Anna went with an ease that belied the nerves she’d felt at the beginning. Trusting him, she placed her mouth against his, letting him control the kiss. She’d wanted to do this right for him. The best way was to let him teach her how to please him the most.

  As they knelt there kissing, Kyran’s hands went around her middle. Soft material skimmed her thigh. Thicker, harder leather scraped her skin, thrilling her from head to toe. She relaxed and he eased her back, running his hand to her core, testing her readiness.

  With just his finger, he fucked her. She was soaking, ready, thrusting back at him.

  “Here we go,” he said, sliding the harness up her hips.

  He’d fastened the penis-sized dildo to the middle hole of the strap, designed to go inside her. He kissed her as he centered it between her pussy lips. Then she felt the cool jellied thickness being pushed into her vagina, filling her slowly until it was seated.

  “Yes,” she moaned, liking the fullness but wishing there was more.

  “Ease back. Look down.”

  Anna obeyed. She’d known what she’d bought. She just didn’t expect the thrill of seeing the pretty pink, slender dildo protruding from her waist. She had a cock strapped to her mound.

  With help from the leather and silk harness, it jutted out, though it wasn’t huge and only as thick as two of her fingers.

  “Jeez,” she gulped.

  “Sexy as hell,” he praised, reaching out to stroke the dildo so that the harness made the penis inside her surge up and down.

  She sighed softly, enjoying the patient, rhythmic thrusts. Kyran knelt there, arms going around her, kissing her. Her jellied shaft prodded his abdomen, meeting his giant erection.

  “Hell yeah,” he growled, circling his hips against her. “Wait, bend over for me for a minute.”

  Anna did what he asked. He assisted, maneuvering her around so that she was on her hands and knees with her butt raised.

  “Lower,” he suggested, touching her shoulders.

  She went face down to the mattress, rump still presented. The middle strap of the harness was open along the crack of her ass. The cock inside of her and the dildo shifted. One pushed deep into her, the other bouncing.

  It was curiously exciting.

  The room smelled of them, faintly of sex, salt and sweat. She didn’t mind. Her heart was in this, her mind somewhere in the stratosphere because it was actually going to happen. As often as they’d had sex, she’d wanted to teach him what it felt like for her to take him into her body. She didn’t know if she could take his cock anally. He was very big and thick, she didn’t know if she could take him without a lot of pain. However he sure knew how to use the toys in ways that made her come every time.

  Anticipating, her body trembled. Zings of sensitive nerve endings magnified the simplest touch, making her eager for the next step.

  She heard a squirt of lube, felt Kyran move up behind her. “You look real pretty like this, Ms. James. Beautiful ass, that tight pussy that I know is filled with cock is dripping wet, feels sexy, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, yes,” she moaned.

  “Good, ‘cause we’re both about to be filled. Everything, all parts connected, get me?”

  “Oh yeah, been waiting for just that.”

  Kyran’s warmth whispered through her backside, the brush of his lips at the small of her back reassuring. A cool, wet finger rimmed her asshole, the only part of her not completed yet.

  “We’ll use a plug, Anna. You’ve taken this size before. When I tell you, breathe out and push down.”

  His lubed finger slipped past the first tight ring of her ass. Intense, sharp-edged pleasure sparked within her as he pushed in farther. Anna squirmed, seeking the forbidden exhalation of being taken in such a primal way. Breathing, she lunged back against him, taking him knuckle deep. Ultrasensitive nerves ignited, clutching at the penetration.

  While he waited for her to relax and adjust, he encouraged her to roll with his slow, deliberate finger thrusting. “Ohmigod,” she cried out, liking the slight burn that drew her willingly into something that had been forbidden to anyone else.

  Just when she thought she’d orgasm, he withdrew his finger. “Now, breathe and push, baby.” Something soft and middle finger thick slid through her puckered rim, made easier with the coating of lubricant on both the toy and his finger play. She breathed, pushed, the plug graduating from thin to thick as it breached the tightest part, filling her, thrilling her. Finally seated, white-hot lightning licked from her ass to her pussy.

  “Holy…ohmigod…” Crazy-hot, indescribable sensation tore through her being. She felt so loved, overflowing, aware of the dildo and plug wedged inside, only a thin membrane separating them. Impulsively, she pumped her hips, shifting and pushing both, desperately wanting to come.

  Kyran wrapped himself along her back, moving with her so the penis-sized toy in her vagina felt bigger. His cock rubbed along her butt. Orgasm jolted her so unexpectedly fast that every muscle locked her as she was, her lover holding her through the onslaught.

  “Fuck, woman, I want you,” he grunted into her ear.

  Anna breathed in, out, enjoying the tremors of coming down from climax, feeling weightless, free. “When I can move, Mr. Black, this woman is going to blitz you.”

  “Better believe it,” he laughed. “You did that when we met, love.”

  It took almost five minutes for Anna to move again. Anytime she did, the toys set her off. Even the thin, sleek cock on her mound meant for Kyran would bob in such a way that she kinda liked it. Although when it bent awkwardly as she collapsed to the bed, she wondered how men handled these things.

  And Kyran, jeez! He was enormous compared to the three-inch dildo she wore. He was so strong, so capable and confident, the more dominant in bed, but he was able to switch for her when she needed it.

  He was really going to let her take him. The power of it made her breathless.

  Getting up to kneel, body shaking from the aftershocks of movement in her pussy and ass, she commanded, “Get up here and kneel before me, Mr. Black.”

  Kyran ran his hands from her thighs to hips, kneeling as told. “Ms. James, I am at your service. How may I please you?”

  “You may kiss me,” she granted.

  “Yes ma’am.” He leaned against her, his heavy erection poking out from an auburn nest of curls. Pre-cum glistened on the tip, raining down his length.

  He kissed her, giving her tongue. Her front dildo flexed upward toward her belly when she thrust her hips. Still kissing, they undulated together, combining their movements to strike each other’s cock.

  “You have the most splendid penis,” she complimented against his lips.

  “As do you, Ms. James.” He ground against her, cock to dildo, the tight, dark hairs of his balls brushing her curls. The penis inside of her slid up and down in a slow, gentle fucking. The plug kept her backside filled, continuous intense heat zinging through the tight passage.

  Instead of touching Kyran’s cock, she guided the jellied dildo between his spread thighs. Carefully, she thrust. Falling into rhythm with her, she thrust and he parried. It was heaven, amazing, all parts of her full, overflowing and yet there was more thrills to come.

  Tension swirled deep down in the soul of her sex. Kyran kept kissing her, his tongue making love to her mouth while his hips rocked in time with hers.

  Mutually, they scooted back. “Very good, you definitely know how to kiss.”<
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  “Why thank you, ma’am, it is my pleasure to do as you request.”

  “Then you must face the headboard.” He crawled around, presenting his back. “Nicely done, lie down.”

  Obediently, he spread himself across her bed. The tight, defined muscles of his ass, hips and legs invited her to touch. Patiently, she appreciated the dips and curves of his masculine build, watching the play of movement under his skin. The tattoos around his thighs drew her attention.

  “You like tattoos, I see,” she said, stroking inside the Celtic markings and up to his fine ass. His whole body trembled just from her touch.

  “I do, Ms. James. Do you?”

  “I like them on you,” she answered, smoothing her hands back down both thighs.

  “No chance of getting one, huh?”

  Deliberately, she grabbed his cheeks, giving a gentle squeeze with a little bit of nails. “Back to the task at hand,” she said.

  She massaged him all over, ass to shoulders, back down, loving the way he arched or groaned, skin and muscle flexing beneath her fingertips. As soon as she felt more comfortable, she playfully buzzed the curve of his spine with a kiss, licking down to his firm rump.

  “Hmm, yeah,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by pillow.

  Taking a pillow, she stuffed it beneath his hips. “Lift up.” He did, providing enough space for the pillow to push his ass right up at her. Perfect.

  “I’ve a question, Mr. Black,” she broached, seeing a packet of lubricant.

  “And that would be?”

  She grabbed the lube, tore open the foil and poured it in her palm. “Has anyone done this to you before? I ask not because of jealousy, but to be certain I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Kyran leaned over to the side, looking up at her. “Except for your fingers, there’s been no one to dare try.”

  Then Anna had to be sure he was okay with it. “Then you’re ready to try?”

  He dropped back to where he’d been, ass presenting higher. He scooted his knees just enough to brace himself. “I’m yours.”

  Generously applying lube to the dildo with her palm, she made certain it was covered head to her mound. Heart pounding with renewed desire, she straddled his hips. The toy cock flopped a little, touching his backside.