by Mia Ford
I pushed him back and tugged the t-shirt over his head. His muscles rippled beneath my touch. My hands went over his rock-hard shoulders and chest. His nipples were like hard little pebbles. I leaned down and took one between my lips and swirled my tongue around it. Sean moaned and pushed me away.
“Get these pants off,” he commanded, tugging at the button on my jeans. “Now.”
“You get those pants off,” I said with an evil grin.
I watched with anticipation as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them over his bulging cock and down his muscular legs. I could see his cock, long and thick, pushing against the tidy-whities he wore. I literally gasped as he pulled the underwear over his cock and it sprang free, bouncing in the air between us. It was at least ten inches long and girthy, with thick veins and a round head that mushroomed before my eyes. He put his hand around his cock and stroked it slowly as he waited for me to shimmy out of my jeans and panties.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, pulling me into him again. I got onto my toes and spread my thighs to straddle his cock. I moaned as my pussy lips settled onto the top of his shaft. I could feel the head at my ass and his pubes grinding into mine.
He put his hands on my hips and kissed me again. He pushed my hips back and forth over to slide my cunt over his shaft. My pussy bathed his cock in juice as it slid beneath me. He pushed me away and the bulbous head of his cock rolled across my clit. My teeth dug into my bottom lip. I was ready to explode all over him.
“Oh… Sean…”
I moaned into his mouth. I reached around and took his rock-hard ass in my hands and prodded him into me. I felt the orgasm building from my toes. My hard nipples pressed against his chest. His tongue was deep in my mouth.
He quickened the pace, pushing and pulling me faster over his shaft. When the head of his cock slid over my clit I erupted like a volcano, flowing my hot lava across his cock and balls. I could feel the juices washing over him and running down my thighs.
“Cum, baby,” he sighed, digging his fingers into my ass and pulling me hard against him.
I melted into him as the orgasm overtook me. My hands went to his muscled back and held on for dear life. My teeth sank into his shoulder.
He held me tight until the orgasm passed, then put his hands on my cheeks to lift my face to his.
“You’re incredible,” he said, kissing me again.
“So are you,” I said with a dreamy sigh. I squeezed his cock between my thighs. “Now, it’s my turn to play.”
Sean
I’m not sure what I did to make Katie suddenly take off her blouse and bra. Honestly, I was a little dumbfounded, but thrilled nonetheless. Maybe I should bring out the sensitive Sean Donovan more often, especially it gets me into bed with a girl like her.
Her tits were large and perfect, with dark areolas and nipples the size of the tip of my little finger. God, I loved long nipples. I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to have her nips in my mouth, between my teeth.
I took her into my arms and she straddled my cock like a bicycle seat. I worked her back and forth until she exploded hot juices all over my cock and balls. It was all I could do to keep from shooting my load along with her, it was so fucking hot.
After she caught her breath, she pushed me back onto the old cot. I didn’t even think about how rickety the cot was or how hard the thin mattress was. All I could think about was Katie’s fingers around my cock and her tongue teasing the tip. Holy shit. This woman was setting me on fire.
I leaned back and closed my eyes as Katie pressed her lips to the tip of my cock and slid her fingers slowly up and down the shaft, letting the skin rolled over the hard muscle, still lubricated from her own juices. I put my hands behind my head and opened my eyes to watch her.
A strand of red hair fell over her forehead as she pressed her lips to the tip of my cock and teased the slit with her tongue. She moaned and licked away the juice that oozed from the slit. I felt shockwaves emanating from my balls, rumbling through my body, telling me my orgasm was near.
Katie held my cock steady with her hand and bobbed her mouth up and down, taking as much of me into her mouth as she could, then sucking hard as she slowly pulled her lips back to the head. She lowered his mouth onto me again. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I knew I was going to cum soon, but I didn’t want to cum in her mouth, not this time. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted to fill her with my hot seed to seal the bond we were making.
“I want to be inside you,” I said, reaching for her.
She gave my cock one last kiss and licked her lips as she climbed on top of me. She straddled my hips. She held onto my cock and lowered her pussy onto me. She stared into my eyes as the head of my cock impaled her sweet hole.
Her lips parted.
Her tits heaved with deep breaths.
I put my hands on her hips to steady her, then pulled her down hard onto me. She sighed loudly as the breath was pushed from her lungs.
I watched in awe as my cock disappeared between her curly red folds and she started rocking her hips back and forth, back and forth.
I closed my eyes and let her ride.
Kate
Sean’s cock impaled me and drove the breath from my lungs. His cock was so long and thick… I swear I could feel it in my chest. My pussy closed around it and I started rocking my hips back and forth, milking him, urging his seed to shoot forth like a geyser.
“Oh… my… god…” Sean said, digging his fingers into my hips, setting the pace as my pussy slid up and down the length of his shaft.
I put my hands on his chest and closed my eyes. Every nerve in my body stood on end, as if an electrical current was flowing through me. The heat in my pussy was intense. I felt like I’d shoved a thick candle up my cunt and the flame was setting my insides on fire.
The air in the cabin was warm and heavy. Sweat formed on my upper lip, my neck, my tits. I could feel a stream of sweat streaming down my spine and into the crack of my ass.
“Katie…” he moaned. I opened my eyes to see every muscle in this body filling with oxygen, blowing up like a tense balloon. He grabbed onto my hips and started lifting me up and down, pummeling me onto his cock. The orgasm was coming now. There was no holding back.
“Sean…” I moaned. “I’m… cumming…”
“Cum with me,” he sighed. “Cum… now…”
His body went tense beneath me.
My fingers squeezed his chest.
The fire erupted from deep within my pussy.
As Sean rammed me down to thrust his cock deep inside me, I felt his hot milky seed filling my cunt, like a tsunami hitting the shore, warming me from the inside out.
I screamed his name as my pussy milked him and I came in a wave that drenched his cock and balls. The air filled with the scent of our sex as I collapsed on top of him and struggled to catch my breath.
“That was… amazing…” I said with a sigh.
“You’re amazing,” he said, flicking his tongue between my lips. “Where have you been hiding all my life, Katie Holmes?”
“Where?” I blinked, staring into his eyes.
“Where?”
I shoved my tongue into his mouth so I wouldn’t have to answer the question.
Where had Katie Holmes been hiding?
In the land of make believe.
And at the moment, Katie Holmes was horrified to think what would happen when Sean Donovan learned the truth.
Kate
Sean and I spent the night, and most of the next day, at the cabin; swimming, sitting by the fire, hiking the woods, making love until our bodies begged us to stop.
Sean had left just long enough to fetch breakfast from the McDonald’s near the highway, but the food went uneaten because our time was spent doing other things.
Fun things.
Things I’d probably never do again.
We got back to the city late in the day. We were both grimy and sunburned from skinny dipp
ing in the lake and walking naked through the woods. And we were exhausted from our sexual antics. By the time he dropped me off at my car back at the practice field lot, I needed a hot bath and a good night’s sleep.
“Well, this has been… amazing,” I said with a smile. I leaned over to kiss him one last time. He brushed the hair back from my eyes and smiled. “Thanks for a wonderful time.”
“It’s not over,” he smiled.
“I know.” I mustered a smile for him.
“The next couple of days are going to be intense,” he said, pulling back with a frown on his handsome face. “Heavy practice tomorrow and Saturday, then the game on Sunday. I won’t have much free time.”
“I understand,” I said with a nod. “You just get out there and impress the shit out of your coach so you don’t have to move to Minnesota.”
He smiled. “I will. Hey, do you want to come to the game on Sunday? I can leave a pass that will get you into the VIP box.”
“Um, let me think about it,” I said, knowing that I didn’t dare show my face at Kings Stadium. “Can I text you later?”
“Sure,” he said with a disappointed smile. I kissed him again and reached for the door handle. He put a hand on my arm to stop me.
“Hey, Katie Holmes,” he said softly. “I’m really glad you’re in my life. I think we can do great things together.”
“Hey, Sean Donovan,” I said, forcing back a tear. “Me, too.”
Kate
Dru was curled up on the sofa next to me with a bag of chips in her lap and a bottle of beer in her hand. She held the bottle by the neck and pointed it at the television.
“So, which one is lover boy?” she asked. I’d told her about my overnight get-away with Sean. She had been calling him “lover boy” ever since.
“Sean is at the top of the screen,” I said. “On the left.”
“And what’s his job again? Other than taking innocent young women to a remote cabin to reenact the Kama Sutra?”
“To run down the field and catch the ball,” I said, giving her a sideways grin.
“Really? That’s it? How hard can that be?”
“It’s pretty hard when you have a bunch of four-hundred-pound football players chasing you down,” I said.
I brought the beer bottle to my lips and watched intently as the center hiked the ball to Matt Murphy, who fell back and scrambled to give Sean time to run down the field. Leon Lewis was blocking for Murphy, keeping the tacklers at bay.
I’d watched a lot of football games in my life and knew the sport inside and out, but I’d never watched a game holding my breath as my eyes tracked one player before. It was incredibly unnerving.
Sean shot from the line like a rocket and ran down the field, then cut across the center. Murphy launched a long bomb and Sean ran perfectly under it. The ball fell into his arms at the exact moment a player from the opposing team freight-trained him from the left side.
Freight-trained meant that he was hit blindly, without having the chance to brace for impact. It was like getting hit by a train out of the blue. You felt the impact and the next thing you knew, you were waking up either in the locker room or in the hospital.
When the plowed into Sean, the ball shot straight up in the air and Sean was knocked hard to the ground. He rolled a few times, then, then clutched his left shoulder and writhed in pain.
“Holy shit,” Dru said, grabbing my arm.
I couldn’t speak because my heart was lodged in my throat. I watched in horror as the refs pushed the players back and the trainers rushed onto the field to attend Sean.
When they took off his helmet, I could see the terrible look of shock and pain on his face. His eyes were squeezed shut. He was gritting his teeth. I could tell that he was hurt badly. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do but watch.
Kate
They rushed Sean to New York Hospital directly from the field. ESPN reported that his shoulder was severely dislocated and his collar bone was broken in two places. He also had three bruised ribs and possibly a concussion. It was too early to tell, of course, but the ESPN commentators predicted that Sean would be out for much, if not all, of the season.
I felt helpless. I couldn’t call Sean or get in to see him.
I only knew what the public knew, which wasn’t very much.
The next day, the surgical team that had put Sean back together held a press conference at the hospital. I draped my Sports Insider credentials around my neck, stuffed my hair into a Kings baseball cap, and went to cover the press conference. It was probably as close to Sean as I was going to get for a long time.
I stood off to the side during the press conference, holding out my phone to record the doctor’s comments. Sean came through the surgery fine, he was awake and alert, they hoped for a speedy recovery, but they could not predict how long he would be out of the game. That’s all. Thank you for coming.
I glanced around at the faces of the other reporters there. It was just another story to them. Their faces ranged from apathy to mild interest. I envied them. They were just there gathering fodder for the reports they would later file. They weren’t connected to Sean Donovan in any other way. They weren’t all on the verge of tears, nor had they lain awake all night wishing they were in Sean’s arms.
I was the only one who knew the real Sean Donovan.
In a crowded room of a hundred people, I felt totally alone.
After the press conference, I was forwarding the sound file to the office from my phone when I heard a friendly voice call my name. I looked up to see Leon Lewis smiling down at me.
“You’re Katie,” he said. His voice was deep and resonant, like a bass drum. He gave me a toothy smile and stuck out a huge hand that engulfed mine when we shook. “I’m Leon.”
“I know,” I said, forcing a smile. I realized that I was wearing my press credentials on a lanyard around my neck. If he had glanced down, he would have seen the laminated card that had my picture and the words: Kate Asher, Sports Insider Online. I casually unclipped the laminated card and slid it into my back pocket.
“You here to see Sean?” he asked.
“Um, I’d love to see him,” I said sincerely. “But I don’t think they’re letting anyone from the press up to his room.”
“You ain’t press,” he said, giving me a scolding look. He nodded toward the elevators. “Come on, he told me all about you. He’d love to see you.”
“He would? Are you sure he’s up to it?”
“Yeah, he’s already awake and bitching about the food,” he said as I followed him to the elevators. He pressed a thick finger into the button and sighed. “Maybe you can get him to behave. He likes you.”
“He does?”
He narrowed his eyes at me and bobbed his head. “Oh yeah, he likes you a lot.”
* * *
I let Leon lead the way down the hall to Sean’s room. Following behind him was like driving behind a semi-truck. I couldn’t see anything on the other side of him. I’d never seen a man so tall and wide.
“Hey, look who I found,” Leon said, walking into Sean’s room with a big grin on his face. He stepped aside to let me pass. When I saw Sean in the bed, all bandages and metal rods and screws, it made me sick to my stomach. He really did look like he’d been mowed over by a train.
“Hey,” Sean said, his voice a weak whisper. He held out his right hand and wiggled his fingers at me. “I was hoping you’d come.”
I took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Jesus, you scared the crap out of me,” I said. My eyes welled with tears despite my best efforts to hold them back. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”
“I am okay and I feel awesome,” he said with a smile.
“He’s a little doped up,” Leon said. He went to the other side of the bed and rested his big hands on the bedrail. “He’s gonna be okay, but the docs say he’ll be here for at least two weeks, then rehab for a while. God help his physical therapist.”
“Katie will take care of me,�
�� Sean said, the words slurring past his lips. “We’ll go to the cabin and she’ll take care of me.”
“Sure,” I said, wiping my nose on the back of my hand. “I’ll take care of you. Whatever you want.”
I heard a familiar voice in the hallway outside that made me cringe. A harsh, female voice, like a low growl. I didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. It was Madge Sinclair, talking to someone on the phone.
“I’d better go and let you rest,” I said quietly, hoping I could slip out without being seen by Madge.
“No, you just got here.” Sean wouldn’t let go of my hand. His fingers were like a vice. “Leon, have you met Katie,”
“Yeah, man,” Leon said, rolling his eyes at me. “I’ve met Katie.”
Then, like a storm that I knew was coming but couldn’t avoid, Madge burst into the room. “So, how’s my favorite client…”
Her mouth snapped shut when she saw me standing beside the bed holding Sean’s hand.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked, giving me a look that nearly made me wet my pants.
“Madge, hey,” Sean said with a dopey grin on his face. “Do you know Katie Holmes from Playboy Magazine?”
Madge blinked at him for a moment, then glared at me. “No, but I know Kate Asher from Sports Insider Online.”
Sean frowned between us. “Who?”
Leon shook his head. He wagged a thick finger at me. “Now I know why you looked familiar,” he said. “Shit.”
“Shit is right,” Madge said. Her eyes filled with anger. She curled her lip into a snarl. “What’s going on here? Why does he think you’re someone else?”
“What’s going on?” Sean asked, confused, still clutching my hand. He gave Madge a hard look. “This is my girlfriend. This is Katie Holmes, like the actress, only hotter. Be nice to her, Madge.”
“Sean, my dear, this is a low-level reporter named Kate Asher from SIO,” Madge said, folding her arms over her chest and glaring at me. “She’s one of those awful people who is banned from Kings Stadium.”