Hard Tackle: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Jessica Ashe

  Barton didn’t deserve what we were doing to him. I could still help him, but at some point I was going to have to choose. My job—and my career—or Barton, a man who I still thought would leave me within a day of us finally having sex.

  Whichever I chose, the important thing was that Barton never find out. He’d never forgive me.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Barton

  I was off my best form again; enough to earn a stern word from the offensive coordinator and some extra practice after the rest of the team was done for the day.

  Maybe this was my mind’s way of telling me not to get attached to any one woman. I’d never been distracted by any other women I’d fooled around with. Even when I had a fuck lined up for after training, I still managed to get through the session without letting it consume me. If anything, it kept me motivated. I had to stay at the top of my game to keep the flow of women flocking to my dick. Now, training just meant time away from Kristi. Time away from Kristi was time wasted.

  To make matters worse, Milton showed up again today to catch up with friends on the team. He couldn’t have been impressed with what he saw from me. Hell, even with that broken leg, he could have made more throws than me. The less said about my hand-offs, the better. An important part of giving the ball to a teammate was letting go of it at some point. Things I used to do on instinct now took effort and conscious thought.

  Kristi had gotten inside my head, big time.

  “Good session,” Milton said, hobbling over on his crutches. The team doctors still expected him to be out for the regular season, but he might be back for the playoffs. That didn’t matter—if I kept playing like this, we wouldn’t make the playoffs anyway.

  “I was shit,” I replied. “Completely and utterly shit.”

  “You weren’t that bad. Just an off day, that’s all.”

  “I’ve had too many of them lately,” I admitted.

  “Mind if I offer some friendly advice?”

  “Be my guest. I need it.”

  Milton’s last advice had definitely improved my game, although it had earned me a stern word from the coach for ignoring the runners’ routes. Coach just wanted me to minimize the risk, but winning big games was all about taking risks.

  “Did you ever have a coach who told you to keep an eye on the pocket?” Milton asked.

  “Yeah, a few actually. I used to hold onto it too long, so they encouraged me to be more aware of my surroundings and throw the ball out when necessary.”

  “Thought as much. Ignore all that advice. You looked jumpy out there today. You held onto the ball for too long and then got rid of it in a hurry when you had no choice. Calm down, and pretend that there is no opposition. Assume you have all the time in the world.”

  “That sounds like a great way to get sacked.”

  “Sure,” Milton admitted. “You’ll get sacked occasionally, but it’s worth it for all the throws you’ll make. Better get sacked once after making four touchdowns than to never make a touchdown at all.”

  I nodded. “Thanks Milton.”

  “No problem. And listen, you’ll develop a sixth sense for when the opposition is closing in eventually. It comes with experience. Until then, ignore them. And maybe try to relax a bit.”

  “Easier said than done,” I replied.

  “He needs to get laid,” Doug said, coming up from behind and slamming me on the back with the palm of his hand.

  Milton laughed. “Barton gets enough pussy for the entire team combined.”

  I didn’t argue. That might have been true once, but not anymore.

  “Nope,” Doug said. “He’s like a monk now. Hasn’t fucked anything in weeks. Been so long, he’d probably screw you if you smiled at him nicely.”

  “What the fuck do you know about my sex life?” I asked aggressively. I made no effort to hide my anger. I’d been friendly to Doug in the past for the sake of the team, but now I was just about fucking done with him. Little weasel. If he weren’t so obsessed about my sex life, he might have one as well.

  “I know you’ve barely left the house in the last few weeks and you’ve not gone to a single party.”

  “Spying on me?”

  “I know the scene,” Doug replied. “And the ladies keep asking after you. Doesn’t bother me, mind you. These women are horny as fuck, and they’re more than happy to take my dick in your absence.”

  “Poor things,” Milton said quietly. Doug ignored him. Milton was a far more senior member of the team than me, and Doug wouldn’t dare take him on.

  “I’ve had to clean up my image a bit,” I explained. “I’ll be back on the scene soon, and then all the pussy will flock back to me. After all, why have a regular order when the extra large is available?”

  Doug laughed awkwardly, clearly offended, but trying to show he was up for a laugh.

  “You’ve really laid off the women?” Milton asked. “Maybe that’s why you’ve been a bit off lately.”

  “I’m not chasing as much skirt,” I admitted. “But I’m still getting my dick wet.”

  I thought back to Kristi’s luscious lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft. The things she could do with that mouth. Would I ever be able to get head from her without exploding after just a couple of minutes?

  “With whom?” Doug asked. “The only woman you’ve been around is that uptight image consultant you’ve… oh, I get it. Damn, didn’t think she was your type. I was about to have a crack at her myself.”

  I glared at Doug. I had to punch him. Maybe not now, but soon. My temper could only take so much. Milton saw my face flare up and put a comforting hand on my back. A few seconds later, the fire around me had subsided slightly. Only slightly.

  “You’re welcome to have a crack at her,” I lied. “She’s just someone I’m fooling around with.”

  “Thanks,” Doug said cheerfully.

  If he goes anywhere near her, I will fucking kill him.

  “I’m going to hit the showers,” I said. “I have somewhere I need to be.”

  * * *

  I banged on Kristi’s door, ignoring the “okay, okay,” plea from the other side.

  She opened the door in a pair of gym shorts, and a baggy t-shirt.

  “Barton? What are you doing here?”

  “I’m here for you. No more waiting. We’re going to fuck.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Kristi

  “The bet isn’t over for another three hours,” I said, as Barton came inside and I shut the door behind him. “Are you going to wait here until then?”

  “No,” Barton replied with a firm shake of the head. “I’m fucking done waiting.”

  “So I win the—”

  “Be quiet.” His hand reached out and his fingers caressed my soft cheeks. I couldn’t have spoken now, even if I’d wanted to.

  Barton pulled me toward him and placed his lips on mine before I could come to terms with what was happening. With our lips locked, we stumbled down the hall until we made it into my bedroom where we collapsed down onto the bed.

  He pulled me on top of him, and yanked the t-shirt off over my head. I’d been home alone all day, and that meant no bra. The second he saw my nipples, his head lifted up off the bed to take one in his mouth, while his hand reached down between my legs to feel the warmth through my tatty old gym shorts.

  I peeled his t-shirt off and wrapped my arms around his back, holding him close to me and letting the warmth spread from my body to his. The throbbing between my legs became impossible to ignore as I felt his cock stiffen against my sex.

  Barton read my mind. He rolled me onto my back and knelt between my legs, looking down at me longingly as if he’d never seen a pair of breasts before.

  “I could stare at you all day,” he whispered, only just loud enough for me to hear.

  “I’d rather you fucked me.”

  Barton smiled and laughed gently. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

  He quickly slipped off his pants and boxers in one smoo
th motion, revealing the nine-inch monster that I’d somehow fit into my mouth a few days ago. Now it would be going straight between my legs.

  I gasped in anticipation as Barton climbed back onto the bed and kissed both of my breasts and then my belly button. His delicate kisses made their way down to my shorts before he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband and dragged them down my legs, taking my panties with them.

  “Wow,” he remarked, as he stared at my sex, which glistened with my excitement. “Just, wow. I cannot wait to taste you.”

  Barton kissed the inside of my thighs, slowly making his way towards my slick pussy. I reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him up towards.

  “No,” I whispered. “I don’t want that. Just fuck me. Please.”

  “Are you begging?” he asked with a smile.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “I’m begging.”

  I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. Two fingers immediately slipped inside my dripping entrance.

  “You’re so wet,” Barton growled.

  “I’m ready.” I reached down between his legs and took hold of his cock, tugging on it and guiding him towards my sex.

  Barton moaned deeply, but then pulled away. “I’ve got a condom in my pants,” Barton said softly. He tried to move away from me, but I locked my legs around him and didn’t let go.

  “Do we need it?” I asked. “I’m on the pill. I’ve never actually had sex without protection, so I’m clean.”

  “Me too. I’m always safe, and I’ve had a test recently. Are you sure?”

  As he spoke, the tip of his cock brushed lightly against my clit. I closed my eyes and let out a loud sigh.

  “Yeah, I’m sure. Fuck me, Barton.”

  He kept his cock against my clit while he reached down and slid his fingers back inside me. Already he’d been deeper inside me than the other guy I’d fucked, and he hadn’t even stuck that… that thing inside me yet.

  “Enough with the foreplay,” I whispered. “Fingers out, cock in.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  He removed his fingers and guided his cock down to my opening. He pressed it in enough to open me up and then stopped.

  “I’ll go slow,” he whispered.

  “I’m not a virgin,” I moaned, trying to wriggle my hips to get more of his cock in me. “Stick it inside me. Now.”

  Barton rocked his hips and worked his way inside me inch by glorious, pulsating inch. I moaned deeply at the initial feeling of pain as his cock entered unexplored territory, and then groaned loudly as the sensation of being completely full took over all my senses. I couldn’t feel the bed underneath me. There was just me and Barton’s huge cock inside me; nothing else.

  My pussy throbbed around his cock, encouraging him to give me more. Deeper. Harder.

  “You okay?” he asked softly.

  I nodded and rocked my hips in response. “Don’t hold back,” I pleaded. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

  He hesitated, but when I dug my nails into his back he thrust himself hard and deep into my core. His mound rocked gently against my clit, while his cock pressed against the sensitive spots inside me that had me gasping for breath as I came closer and closer to surrendering myself to him.

  It wasn’t his cock that sent me over the edge. His hands held mine tightly above my head as his lips came down to mine. The second our mouths touched, I exploded with a fire that quickly burned through my body. I bit his lip as the intensity left me with no self control. Muscles were shaking and my body parts were flailing everywhere.

  I gasped loudly as he kept thrusting inside me, until his hands gripped mine tighter and I felt his own explosion erupt inside me. The feeling of his juices filling me was so surreal, so hot, so naughty, that it almost had me coming again.

  Instead I lie there as still as I could, only my chest refusing to calm down, as it rose and fell with each breath. Barton eventually rolled off me and immediately wrapped his arm around my body.

  “We’re going to do that again, right?” Barton asked.

  I wondered how many times he’d been asked that question himself. How many times had he laughed them off, or lied to them?

  “Yes,” I replied through a heavy breath. “We should most definitely do that again.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Barton

  The sex must have made me insane.

  I couldn’t think of any other logical reason why I would be watching Dancing with the Stars instead of the football game. Okay, so it was only an exhibition match, but it involved our first opponents, and the coach had given us strict instructions to watch and learn.

  Fuck it. Kristi was taking a risk sleeping with me, so it was only fair. Besides, right now I couldn’t bring myself to look at anything other than her.

  She’d slipped the t-shirt back on, but the only other thing she wore was a thin pair of panties. Panties that were damp with our juices.

  God, she was incredible. The way she’d insisted I fuck her. The way she’d taken my entire cock inside her tight pussy. My cock throbbed as I thought back to the look on her face as she came. The orgasm shook through her body for at least a minute, and as soon as it stopped, I added my own to the mix.

  Just knowing that she was sitting there watching television while completely full of my essence was almost too much to bear.

  “You could be on this show one day,” Kristi said. “They’ve had former footballers on here before.”

  “If that’s going to be the highlight of my career then I might as well quit now.”

  “A man who can dance is sexy.”

  “A man who can fuck is even sexier.”

  I leaned over and squeezed the top of her thigh before leaning in and nibbling at her neck. I squeezed her thigh harder as I felt the vibration of her quiet moan in her throat. She was so fucking sexy. I had to have her again.

  She opened her legs as my hand moved between them. I had to have her. I slipped my fingers under her panties, parted her wet folds, and slid two fingers deep enough into her that I could rub her sensitive spot.

  Kristi’s hands reached for my boxers, but every time she got close, I thrust my fingers harder, and rubbed my thumb against her clit. I watched as she writhed on the sofa without any control over her body, and my cock immediately hardened. She was mine, and I was about to have my way with her. That thought alone was almost enough to have me exploding in my underwear.

  “Don’t stop,” Kristi moaned. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  “You’re so wet,” I groaned in reply. “I thought you were sweet and innocent.”

  She shook her head furiously as I fucked her with my fingers. “Not with you,” she whispered in reply.

  “You’re my dirty little slut,” I growled.

  “Yes, yes. I’m your slut.” My fingers moved harder inside her while my thumb kept circling her clit. “I’m your dirty little slut, baby. Oh yes. Oh God. Oh God.”

  Her hand reached down and grabbed hold of my wrist, locking my hand in place as she came over my fingers, her juices running down my palm. I pulled them out and slid the two fingers into my mouth, sucking hard and tasting her for the first time. I had to eat that pussy. But not now. My balls would burst if I waited any longer.

  I ripped my boxers off and flipped Kristi over onto her front before picking up her ass and bringing it to meet my hard, throbbing cock. I slipped her panties to one side and admired the view. The sight of her wet pussy lips was nearly enough to have me shoot my load right over her ass, but I held out. I had to get inside her.

  “Fuck me,” Kristi moaned again. “I want you inside me, Barton. Fuck your dirty little slut.”

  I took a firm hold of her hips and thrust myself inside her, all nine inches until her lips brushed against my mound of pubic hair. She let out a groan so loud and deep I felt it vibrate through her body.

  “I can’t believe how tight you are,” I whispered, as I pulled out and slammed myself inside again. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” />
  “I’m sure,” she moaned. “Maybe you need to go harder. Give me everything you’ve got.”

  I couldn’t pass up an invitation like that. I grabbed hold of her hair and lifted her chest up into the air, as I pounded away at her tight, wet pussy.

  “Can you take that?” I said, leaning forward and whispering in her ear. “Can my little slut handle all this cock?”

  She responded by sticking her ass back until I was balls deep in her again. This couldn’t last. I held her hair tighter and pounded away harder than I’d ever done before. She could take it. The harder I thrust, the louder she screamed until I was fairly certain she came again.

  When I looked down, I saw my cock and her pussy lips both drenched with her excitement. I couldn’t take it any more. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and ejected my passion into her core. Burst after burst filled her up until I finally collapsed down on top of her.

  “That’s a ten from me,” I heard a judge say from the television. “A perfect performance.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Kristi said, as she turned back and kissed me.

  “You’re going to have to work hard to keep up that level of performance,” another judge said.

  “I’ll do my best,” I promised. “I’ll do my best.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Kristi

  “Get some clothes on,” I commanded. “Tasha will be back soon.”

  I’d come home plenty of times to find Tasha half-naked and enjoying a post-sex cuddle, so there was a temptation to let her get a taste of her own medicine. Unfortunately I knew she wouldn’t be half as embarrassed about it as I was.

  I slipped a bra on and threw shorts over the panties that were still dripping wet from multiple orgasms, and an almost continual state of arousal.

  It was impossible to be around Barton without wanting him inside me. I guess I’d known that from the moment I’d first laid eyes on him, but I’d allowed my self-doubt to mask the deep arousal between my legs.