Quarterback Sack

by SE Hall

  I throw the door open, startling both Ava and her friend Marcy. “Marcy, you’re gonna want to get the fuck out of here,” I grunt her only warning and waste no time shutting off the lights and moving straight for Ava. “Lock the door before you close it. And make damn sure you close it.”

  I press Ava against the glass that overlooks the field just as I hear a faint, female giggle and the door click closed. “What the hell are you doing, Rush?” Ava asks angrily, but I don’t give her a chance to continue with that fake bullshit. Her voice is shaking with the same excitement as her body and I pounce, my mouth covering hers as I spread my arms out, taking her hands in mine and sliding them across the glass. Our fingers lace together while I swallow her pants and our tongues battle for control.

  “We can’t.” She turns her face to the side to get the husky protest out, but I follow its path and dip my head, forcing her eyes to meet mine.

  “Yes, we can. No one can see us with the lights off. Not a single person besides you and I will know what happens in this room.” She allows me to kiss her again. “You know you want this as much as I do.” I step back just long enough to release one of her hands and reach behind my neck to pull my jersey off. Her eyes roam over my chest and down my stomach, her little tongue peeking out to wet her lips with her choppy exhale.

  “Rush, you’re injured.”

  “You hear anyone say I couldn’t have sex?” I stalk in closer, watching her eyes fill with second-guesses as I do. “Me neither,” I answer for her. She’s mentally grasping for ways to fight it, but she’s not going to win this time. “I’ve kept what we have between us a secret just like you asked, even though I don’t care if people find out that we happen to like each other. Even though it’s been killing me to hold my tongue, and keep my hands to myself, when you’re around. Even though we’re both single adults, more than allowed to do whatever the fuck we want. Give me this Ava,” I growl, skimming my nose along her jaw. She doesn’t respond with words, but rather by wrapping her arms around me and returning my kiss, with more passion than any kiss we’ve shared in the past.

  Something tells me I’ve been on her mind just as much as she’s been on mine. She can deny it and say what she wants, but the way she’s kissing me tells the truth she won’t.

  I slide my hands under her shirt and feel her shiver at my touch. “How do you know they can’t see us?”

  “Because I’ve been on the field and looked up when the glass turns into a mirror. Trust me,” I speak fast against her neck, never pausing my attack on her skin.

  “But what…” She starts to stammer out another excuse, lost the second I lift her by the ass and wrap her legs around my waist, leaving her speechless and breathing heavy against my cheek.

  “Stop talking,” my demand is harsh. She seems to finally give in to me fully when I press her against the back wall, taking away her concern that someone could see us. Her nails across my back bite perfectly, sending me into an even more desperate fury to get inside her. “Fuck yes. Claw me all you want, baby.”

  I set her to her feet just long enough to unlace my uniform pants while watching her shimmy out of the tight jeans that’ve been teasing me since I first saw her fine ass molded in them earlier. Lifting her again is easy; she’s practically climbing me before I hitch her legs back around my hips where they belong.

  Her long hair falls over the Thunder shirt she’s wearing and I wish like hell I would’ve made her take it off first thing. She’s not wearing my number like she should be, but I guess that would go against the whole secrecy thing. Doesn’t mean I don’t crave seeing it on her, though. My number, 1, nestled right between her sweet tits like a badge of ownership.

  We quickly get back to frantically kissing and eager hands exploring sensitized skin in chaotic frenzy. I can feel her tennis shoes scrape my ass as she digs in her heels and tightens her legs around me, fumbling hands trying to get to my dick as fast as she can. Now with me, out of control and hungry…perfect.

  “Fuck. The condom.” My head drops with my loud groan as I rip open the wrapper and slide it on, taking too long for my liking. Goddamnit.

  “Just hurry.” She’s panting and rotating her hips to grind against me, desperate to move this along at an even faster pace than I am. I’ve got her exactly where and how I want her. When she gives in, it’s clear—she’s crazy for me too. I love her eagerness. It tells me I’m not alone in the uncontrollable attraction I feel towards her, despite her words to the contrary.

  “Fuck, Ava,” I moan, the warm, tight clutch of her on my dick the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I slide deep inside her slowly, barely able to keep my own eyes from rolling back in my head, and watch her head fall against the wall as she feels me enter her.

  She closes her eyes and takes each thrust like she’s starving for it. “Now you remember? How fucking good we are together, what you’ve been missing?” I grunt loudly once I’m finally inside her balls-deep, forcing myself to stay still a few seconds to absorb her tiny quivers around my girth. Feels fucking phenomenal.

  “Shhhh. I don’t want people to hear us.”

  “Fuck what they hear, Ava. This is about us.” I pull her off the wall and grip her hips, bouncing her up and down my dick while I walk us back to the window overlooking the stadium. “Watch your team while I fuck you.” I could set her down, press her against the glass and fuck her senseless from behind, but I’m selfish. She feels amazing in my arms and my dick appreciates the depth of reach at this angle so I keep her with me.

  I rest my back against the window and watch her grind on me, little whimpers of ecstasy escaping her as she rides my cock. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and lifts just enough to begin circling her hips, then slams down on me a few times, chasing her pleasure. I let her run the show while I hold her ass, guiding her down each time, my eyes locked on the sight of her taking me inside her over and over, my dick shiny with her juices, until I’m on the verge of insanity.

  Unable to hold in my beast any longer, I shift my feet just slightly before I begin fucking her, lifting and lowering her at a pace so fast, neither of us comprehend the building orgasm surfacing until it’s wracking her body with pleasure. Her guard is down and destroyed as she moans loudly, writhing in my arms as I drive into her clenching pussy and give her the release she’s been denying us both.

  “Oh my God. You make me crazy,” she moans, taking over once again, riding me out ‘til the very end. She jerks a few times, proving just how sensitive she is as she comes down from the high.

  “You don’t exactly keep me sane, baby,” I grumble, thrusting into her, my own release tingling up my spine. She’s sexy as fuck, all flushed, exposed and embracing her desire, and I know I have to keep this side of Ava at the surface, starting now, ‘cause I know she’s going to try to shut down again, force me to a “professional” distance, the second I slide my dick out of her dripping wet pussy.

  “Fuck, yes,” I howl, exploding inside her. I slowly set her to her feet and pull the sweet, sated woman I can’t seem to get enough of against me for a long, deep kiss while I count down the seconds before she pulls away from me again.

  AVA

  What have I done? He feels so right one second, then the next, I’m in my head telling myself why I can’t get mixed up with him. How am I supposed to stay away when every time I turn around, he’s there? Not that I’m complaining; the things he does to me are out-of-this-world, but surrendering to it goes against everything I’ve said I’d allow when it comes to this team.

  My grandfather’s probably rolling over in his grave with how I just acted during a game…at his stadium. Not to mention with the starting quarterback of the team he entrusted to me. If this isn’t tabloid worthy, I don’t know what is. But Rush’s kiss and the way he makes me feel—alive, wanted…hunted—when he blows in here like an unstoppable force that can’t breathe without having his hands on me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. His intensity penetrates right through me to my
very core and makes me delirious, ravenous for what only he does to me.

  He hasn’t stopped caressing me and I’m working hard to savor the last few minutes of his kiss before I have to do the inevitable—reconstruct the wall between us. This, us, is something I can’t continue and he needs to acknowledge that my rules are to keep him and the team protected just as much as myself.

  “Stop thinking. I can feel you trying to make up excuses and ways to hide from me already,” he seethes. I step back from him, creating much-needed space between us before I move to pull my jeans back on. His angry arrogance is radiating off him as he reaches for a pile of napkins. He stares at me intently as he wipes the proof of our encounter off himself. “Don’t even think about denying that you wanted what just happened, and loved every minute of it.”

  “Rush, I can’t keep doing this. I’ve told you my reasoning and I need you to at least pretend to care about my wishes.”

  “Fuck your reasoning, it’s not reasonable. But I do care about your wishes.” He smirks devilishly. “Every time we’re in the same room, you wish I’d devour you, make you forget everything but how I can make you come harder than you ever thought possible. Harder than you ever have before or will again. Just explain to me, and try to make me believe it, what’s so damn bad about you spending time with someone you enjoy? Who’s interested in you too.” His grin is gone, frustration breaking through, in spite of his best efforts to mask it.

  “I can’t have the other players thinking you’re getting preferential…”

  “And I told you that I’ve earned my position on this team and there’s not a single one of those fuckers that don’t know that.” He shuts me up quickly with his snarled interruption. I know there’s merit to what he’s saying, but I also know what’s been engrained in my head my entire life.

  What happens when he gets tired of dealing with the same woman every day and decides to take on one of the floozies that are always ready and waiting on the sidelines for these players? I know how this works. I know how often these men get caught up in the lights, fame, fanfare…and before they know it, they’ve changed. The temptation of being blindly, spontaneously worshipped overcoming the need to be loved.

  I know this because even though the men in my family weren’t football players, they lived the celebrity life by default because my grandfather owned this team. All of them cheated on their wives, multiple times. One of the biggest reasons I can never be serious about a man who thrives in this world. I need someone who isn’t associated with this lifestyle, that I trust to come home to me, every night, no secrets lying in our bed with us.

  Rush Riggins isn’t that man.

  Chapter Fourteen

  AVA

  “Jesus, Ava, don’t you ever get tired of overthinking everything to damn death? Dreaming up problems that don’t exist?” He’s calling me out and I know I’ll have to put my best argument out there to even have a chance of getting a word in edgewise with him. He’s grumpier and more determined than ever and I’m pissed that I let him get to me, again. But the way he stormed in here, demanding Marcy leave before he crashed into me…that kind of reckless desperation isn’t something I’ve ever been up against, nor can I resist it.

  “I’m not,” I lie.

  “Great. Then let’s watch the end of this game together. We’ll leave the lights off so no one can see us in here.” He emits total confidence as he adjusts his clothes and takes a seat by the glass, looking down at his team. “Fuck, Pierce! Pull your head outta your ass and catch the damn ball.”

  I move slowly, pulling on the pants I ripped off like a whore earlier. I’m still dripping with the proof of how good we are together, so I stop dressing to grab a towel from the table and do something I never thought I’d find occasion to do. As if the sexiest man alive isn’t in the room, or I’m not internally cringing with embarrassment, I wipe the cum from between my legs and then finish pulling my jeans over my hips. And, with still-flaming cheeks, I hide the towel under the same table where I found it…classy.

  Don’t know why I worried what he’d think, Rush didn’t notice a thing, too engrossed in what’s happening on the field. “Watch this, he’s going to throw it long. Keep your eyes on Ty, number twenty-three.” His voice is passionate as he commentates, pointing out Ty for me. I watch the ball leave the quarterback’s hand, sailing almost halfway down the field before landing perfectly in Ty’s grip. Ty runs it in for six points and dances in celebration. “Look at that cocky asshole,” Rush laughs. “He loves to showboat and I love when he gets to.” The smile on his face causes something to pang in my chest, for the first time, I truly realize…I like seeing him happy. I’m not supposed to care what he does, or what he likes, but I do.

  “Okay, why are you looking at me like that?” He turns away from the game to stare at me as I sit next to him.

  “It’s just, I’ve never seen you smile the way you are right now,” I answer faintly, still half-lost in thought.

  “You should see me down there. That’s when I’m the happiest.” I believe him. There’s no doubt this man loves the game. I simply nod, no other response needed.

  We watch the rest of the game together, laughing and cheering every time Thunder makes a good play, which is often. “They’re on fire today.” He turns to face me at my comment and watches in silence as I awkwardly smile and look down at my hands.

  Suddenly, and unexpected, he blurts out, “I want to take you on a real date, Ava. I have to stay away from football for a few days, and the only way I can imagine getting through that is knowing that I’ll get to spend some time with you.”

  “You know we can’t do that,” I whisper, studying my hands.

  “The hell we can’t,” his volume rising with his adamancy. “I’ll arrange it so that we can go somewhere private and no one will ever know. Or, you could come to my house and let me cook you dinner. And this time, I’m not promising to keep my hands to myself.” I start to think of ways to possibly make it work with him so that it doesn’t backfire on us publicly, but don’t get very far before he’s tilted my chin, forcing me to look at him.

  “Stop thinking and just have fun in the moment. If there’s one thing you need me for… it’s that. Ava, you need fun in your life and I can give that to you.”

  He’s right. I’ve done nothing to deserve my self-imposed moratorium, and frankly, I’m sick of it. “All right, I’ll give you Tuesday night. You better make it good, Riggins,” I laugh. “I’ll even let you decide what we do and trust that you’ll keep it private.”

  “I’m good with not sharing you.” He winks, then turns to watch the last play of the game. It ends on an interception and we win with ease. “Damn, they managed just fine without me. I kinda wanted them to struggle a little more than that. How fucked up and selfish is that?” He diverts his eyes, I assume in shame, while his shoulders droop.

  “You don’t really mean it, you’re just bummed you can’t be out there. So I’d say it’s human nature, and maybe a little pity-partyish, but not selfish.”

  “Yeah, we’ll go with that. Except the pity-party bit. Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about there.” He grins and stands to leave and I try to hide the disappointment on my face. “I had fun Ava, but I need to get down there before the team hits the locker room.”

  “Don’t worry about me.”

  “Give me your phone.” I hand it to him and he turns it back around to have me enter the passcode and then dials his number. “There, now you have my number. And I have yours. Expect a call from me tonight.” And after a quick kiss and squeeze of my ass, he leaves me alone in the box. I figured Marcy would barge in immediately, but she doesn’t. Guess she gave up on me and took off. Not that I’d blame her, I wasn’t very nice to her today, ignoring her while Rush consumed my every sense, but I can’t help it. She encouraged it though, always badgering me to cut loose. Well it doesn’t get any looser than what I just did…so she ought to be thrilled.

  I text her, well aware I’ll
have to give her the full details of what happened or she’ll drive me crazy with endless questions. She responds quickly saying she’s on her way up, thank God. I’m more than happy to camp out here in the safety of my private box until the crowd of fans and press clear out and I can try to exit with at least some of my dignity intact.

  “Holy shit, girl. You’d better spill. Now.” Marcy closes the door as fast as she’d made it up here and flung it open, and speed walks over to me on a mission.

  “What makes you think anything happened?” I bite my smile, coyly screwing with her.

  “I’ll kill you if you refused that man. He was ready to eat you alive when he threw me out. If you didn’t get fucked in here, you’re a hopeless cause and we can’t be friends anymore. Go be friends with the nuns, seriously.”

  “Shhhh. Don’t talk so loud.” My laughter and the huge smile on my face no doubt give me away, but I confirm, just in case. “Yes, we had sex in here.”

  “Don’t give me that sex crap. You fucked in here, and I’m proud of you!” She sits back proudly as if she’s won some sort of life-long challenge to make me live on the wild side…which she has.

  “Yes, but I still want to keep all the details private because I can’t have it getting out that I’m messing around with one of my players. Can you imagine the field day the tabloids would have with that juicy nugget?” She rolls her eyes at me before I can even finish.

  “Who cares what they think? If you like him, go for it. But I understand why you’d want to keep it on the down low until you decide if he’s worth the trouble of going public with it. They’ll try to turn it into some sort of scandal.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.” I wrap my arms around myself in the hopes of comfort.

  “Look, you’re both single. He was already the quarterback when you took the team over. I don’t see what the big deal is.” She shrugs, sounding a lot like Rush.