In the End Zone: A Sports Romance

by Nacole Mills

  Morgan's face flushed a dark red and she was thankful that she was not on camera at the moment. "Brent, word has it that you have been seeing a mystery girl. Want to address the rumors?" Morgan rolled her eyes as the question came from her, but she was safe behind the camera.

  Brent's eyebrows waggled at Morgan and he said, "I don't kiss and tell, Miss McMinn."

  "Alright," Morgan turned to the camera and said, "Thanks for speaking with us, Larson. Back to you in the booth."

  "Clear," Gary the cameraman grunted and he lowered the camera from his shoulder.

  Sydney was still squeaking in Morgan's ear, but she ripped her headphones out. "Sorry," she said to Larson, who looked down at her with confusion,

  "What was that?" Brent asked after Gary had wandered off to record more b-roll.

  "Don't ask me, it was Sydney," Morgan smiled up at Brent. "Congratulations, baby! I love you!"

  Brent leaned over and whispered into Morgan's ear, "We're heading to the Blue Ridge Bar after we get cleaned up. Meet me there?"

  ***

  Morgan walked into the Blue Ridge Bar and the excitement inside the bar could be heard a block away. The bar was hopping, filled to the brim with happy football fans who were elated to rub elbows with the Caimans. Drinks were free flowing and everyone seemed to be having an amazing time.

  Brent materialized at Morgan's side and he bumped her with his hip good-naturedly. "Hello, beautiful!" he shouted over the noise. "Beer?"

  Morgan took one of the two bottles that Brent was holding. "Thanks, babe!" She wasn't a big fan of beer, but she drank a sip politely. "You come here often?"

  Brent waggled his eyebrows at her and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame the wild locks. "Are you trying to pick me up, Ms. McMinn?"

  It took Morgan a moment, but she soon realized the implications of her question. "Ha, I'll pick you up anytime!" Morgan said flirtatiously, wrapping her free arm around Brent's waist.

  They joined a little knot of players and girlfriends, and Morgan felt herself loosening up and having a really great time. Brent was a few beers in when he leaned over and started nibbling on Morgan's neck. "Want to get out of here?" he asked, pulling Morgan's hand into his lap. She gripped his hard cock and her pussy throbbed with excitement.

  "Well, well, well," a loud, cocky voice hissed above their table, "If it isn't Brent Larson."

  Brent pulled back from Morgan and he looked up, his face contorting with an ugly sneer on his lips. Morgan turned and saw a large hulking man leaned over them. He was a lumpy, ugly sort of man with a huge, muscular figure that seemed to dwarf everyone around. Morgan could practically feel herself shrinking next to him. She could not take her eyes away from him. Morgan took in his bald, shining head, his eyes that glittered a dangerous blue, and his thin lips that held a smile that was certain to have no good intentions behind it.

  "Levitt," Brent said, nodding. Morgan felt Brent's whole form stiffen next to her and she could practically feel the hatred oozing out of Brent's pores.

  "Pissy little show you put on today, Larson." The guy leaned against the table, his muscles bulging to the point where Morgan thought that she could see the blood moving in his veins. "I could have played better in my sleep."

  "Fuck off, Levitt." Brent took a long swig of his beer and looked away pointedly.

  Even though Brent was doing a great job of trying to ignore the hulking creature, Morgan could not. She stared at him, her eyes slowly narrowing, and anger was rising up in her.

  "Who do you think you are?" she asked angrily, "He did a great job out there today."

  The man named Levitt looked at Morgan for the first time and his grin changed from the cocky one that he threw at Brent to a salacious one. Morgan knew instantly that he was thinking dirty thoughts about her. "Ahh, and who are you?" Levitt looked at Brent and said, "I like this flavor of the month, Larson. Send her my way when you get done with that worn out pussy. I'd like to take a crack at her."

  Morgan's face flushed hotly, but in an instant, Brent looked back over at Levitt, ready to kill him. "What the fuck did you just say, Levitt?"

  But the guy just leaned down next to Morgan. "You know; I make Larson's dick look like a little acorn hidden in a forest." Morgan wrinkled her nose, but the guy kept on pushing. "If you want a really good fuck, just give me a call."

  Brent jumped up from his seat and his chair tumbled to the floor behind him. "You want to go, Levitt? 'Cause I will fucking take you right now where you stand."

  Morgan ducked as Brent lunged for the hulking man. The pair tumbled to the ground in a flurry of fists and Morgan screamed, the sound rippling over the noise of the bar. Morgan stood and backed away as her boyfriend laid into the giant beast of a man, both looking as though they were enjoying throwing blows at each other.

  "Brent! Brent, stop it!" Morgan cried out. But her pleas fell on deaf ears.

  More people were starting to gather and watch the men brawl, but it wasn't until two of Brent's defensive linemen jumped in did they separate. "Hol' up, boys!" One of the grunted, pulling Brent back by the scruff of his neck.

  "Back off, Levitt," the other grunted, wrapping his muscled arms around the bald man and jerking him away.

  Brent's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. A strong red mark on his jawline told Morgan that a punch had landed there squarely. She looked over at the other man, who looked murderous.

  "Got to get your boys to tear me off of you, huh?" he taunted, "Well, we will just see who comes out on top on the field."

  Brent raged. "Get the fuck out of here, Levitt."

  But the bald man just smiled, gave Morgan another look up and down her body, then he sauntered off and out of the bar. The quiet hush that had fallen over the place when the blows started landing was slowly giving way to chatter, and Brent shook off his team mate. He grabbed his fallen chair and sank down in it, looking more agitated than Morgan had ever seen.

  "Are you okay?" she asked, sitting next to him gingerly. He nodded but did not look at her.

  A few other guys from the team began to gather around Brent, each offering words and pats on the back. "That Levitt is a jackass." "You got a few good knocks in." "Save it for the field." Sam appeared out of nowhere with a fresh beer and a small bag of ice. Brent took both without saying anything, drinking deeply from the brown bottle and holding the ice to the bruise that was steadily forming on his jaw.

  Morgan looked up at Sam who was quietly staring down at Brent, his eyebrows knitting as though he was in contemplation of him. "Sam, who was that guy?" Morgan asked, her voice feeling meek and tiny.

  "Erik Levitt," Sam said. He paused to drink his own beer before saying, "He played with us in college. Second best running back I ever played with. But he was vicious and had an incredibly bad temper, plus a penchant for being the best. Biggest asshole on the planet, but damn can he run."

  Brent piped up from his seat, saying, "I've always bested the bastard and he cants stand me for it. He broke records? I broke them faster. He made a touchdown? I made three. He laid a gal? I had seven. He fucking hates me."

  Sam clapped his dark hand on Brent's shoulder. " The best thing that ever happened to our college team was the day he was cut for failing classes."

  "He got picked up by the Blue Kraits the next year," Brent said, his face looking disgusted.

  Morgan nodded. Even though she grew up with it, she knew very little about football. But she did know that the Blue Kraits were the second best team in the league. The Caimans had a long-standing rivalry against the Blue Kraits, and it seemed that the war between their star running backs only helped to fuel the fire.

  "We're going to kick their ass in two weeks, bro," Sam said, squeezing the back of Brent's neck.

  But Brent did not respond. He was nursing that awful-looking bruise, plus his regular aches and pains from the game, and Morgan had a feeling that he was also soothing a cracked ego. Sam walked off without another word and Morgan took her place next to Lars
on, wrapping her thin, tiny arms around her massive, muscular boyfriend as she laid her head against his shoulder. Neither of the lovers spoke, choosing instead to sit in silence, cocooned inside the roar of the happy little bar.

  Chapter Fourteen

  One of Morgan's favorite places in the whole world was Brent Larson's extravagant apartment. Before, she had thought that her little one-bedroom place was nice, but it looked like dog crap next to Larson's.

  His place was at the top of an apartment complex, and when Morgan went over for the first time, she was amazed that the elevator opened up right into Brent's living room. His living room, which was easily the size of Morgan's entire apartment, was decorated in beautiful creams, golds, and clear glass. A huge television hung on one wall, and next to it was a lighted display of every trophy and award that Brent had ever earned. Just beyond that was two sliding glass doors that opened up to a beautiful balcony with an amazing view of the city.

  Brent's kitchen was gigantic, but Morgan quickly realized that he rarely cooked. He kept his fridge and cabinets stored with sodas, water, sports drinks, and beer, as well as game-day foods like chips and salsa, along with loads of jerky, tofu, beans, and other proteins. Everywhere Morgan looked, she saw powdered protein shakes. After her second or third visit, Morgan was delighted to find a bottle of her favorite wine chilling in the fridge when she arrived.

  The apartment ended up being a three-bedroom place. One room was a makeshift gym that Brent would use in the mornings. The second one was a beautiful office, complete with a solid red oak desk, a state of the art computer, and plenty of space for Brent to conduct business meetings or interviews.

  But it was his bedroom that really took Morgan's breath away. His bedroom featured a king-sized, four-poster bed decorated in black and gold, another television with every new gaming device attached, and a Jacuzzi next to a gas burning fireplace.

  Morgan found that Brent did not hang out in his apartment very much, and for the life of her, she could not figure out why. Brent seemed to enjoy life more when he hit the gym every day, or spent time at the bar with the guys. But the longer that they were together, the more he loved to invite her over for a bit of alone time.

  It was the Caiman's by-week and Brent was home alone in his apartment when Morgan arrived. She brought Chinese food and a six pack of Brent's favorite beer, and when the elevator doors opened, she saw her boyfriend sitting on his cream-colored couch, watching a game on TV.

  "Hey, baby!" she said brightly, "I grabbed dinner."

  Brent looked over and smiled. "Happy family?"

  Morgan held the bag aloft. "You know it!"

  She walked over and sank on to the couch next to Brent Morgan had barely gotten the paper back on the coffee table when Brent's arms wrapped around her. He pulled her into a long, deep kiss, the kind that made her whole body tingle with excitement.

  "Oh!" Morgan gasped as Brent pulled his lips away. She smiled and said, "You really know how to welcome a girl."

  Brent chuckled and kissed her again, pulling her body close to his. Morgan could feel his heat radiating off of his body, and the slight dampness of his skin told her that he had recently finished working out in his home gym. She inhaled his musky scent and she found him more intoxicating than the strongest wine.

  When Brent’s hand began snaking up Morgan's thigh, disappearing under her skirt, she giggled. "I brought dinner, you know."

  "It's okay, babe," Brent cooed as he kissed down her neck, "We can always reheat."

  Morgan shuddered as Brent lifted up her dark skirt. His hands began rubbing on the outside of her panties, and she knew that he could feel the wetness that was already flooding from her.

  Her own hands were exploring his body, and she traced the outlines of Brent's thick muscles with her soft fingertips. Before she knew what was taking her over, her tongue was on his skin, lapping up his salty sweetness.

  Brent groaned deeply and his finger slipped inside of Morgan's panties. She could feel his thick digits spreading her open, dipping into her molten juice, and she spread her legs wide for him in response. Her eyes traveled down his body, and she landed on his hard cock, barely disguised in his blue workout shorts.

  Morgan could not stop herself, nor did she want to. Her hands reached in and pulled out Brent's throbbing cock, and he inhaled sharply when her little fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. Morgan's mouth watered for him, and she quickly leaned over with her ass out in the air, and she began sucking him hard.

  "Oh, fuck, baby," Brent groaned in his deep voice as Morgan's lips wrapped around him.

  She moved up and down on him, sucking away at his delicious cock that tasted of sweat and musk and Brent's amazing, intoxicating aroma. She could not stop herself. She was sucking him dry, letting him slip all the way into her throat and back. Her pink lips stretched around him, kissing him as she bobbed up and off of his cock. Her hands trailed up and down, slippery and wet. She could feel every ridge on him, and she had sucked him so often that she knew that she could map him perfectly with her eyes closed.

  Brent's hands snaked down her back while she took him deep, and he found her ass, high in the air. His long arms reached down, and soon his fingers were playing away with her wet place. Morgan moaned as those roughened bits found her throbbing, aching clit, and they rubbed away, gentle at first, then pressing more and more, pulling out her pleasures.

  Morgan could barely think as the feeling of her face stuffed with cock mixed with the sensations from her pussy swirled about, and she wanted nothing more than to taste Brent's sticky hot cum. She wanted to feel it dripping down her throat, filling her and sating her for the moment.

  But Brent had other plans.

  He pulled Morgan on to his lap and her legs straddled his. Brent slid her wet panties to the side and pushed his cock, still shining brightly from her mouth. Morgan could feel him at her entrance, just begging to be let in.

  Morgan leaned forward and kissed Brent hard on the mouth. "I love you, Brent Larson," she said. And with that, she slid herself down on Brent's cock, taking his entire girth in one fine stroke.

  Brent groaned, but it was dwarfed by the pleasure cry that escaped from Morgan as she felt her pussy walls stretch to their brink. It seemed that no matter how much she fucked Brent's huge cock, he would always stretch her just a bit.

  Morgan moved back and forth on her boyfriend's lap, grinding hard on his cock and making him groan. One of his large hands grabbed her ass and he helped move her back and forth, pulling her along as he did. The other hand pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra down, making her perky tits pop out. That free hand grabbed hold of her and held tight, pinching her nipple slightly.

  Brent sucked air in from behind his clenched teeth. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft plumpness of her ass.

  But Morgan could not speak. She just rocked back and forth on his cock as fast and hard as she could go. with every move, Morgan could feel her pleasure growing. She was grinding hard, pushing her clit against Brent as best as she could.

  Soon, Morgan could feel her orgasm reaching the breaking point. "I'm going to cum, babe," she moaned and panted.

  Brent's hand let go of her bouncing tit and it quickly tangled itself in her long hair. He pulled her head back in one fluid motion and latched on to her neck, sucking and biting at her tender skin there. Underneath her, he began pumping his cock hard and fast, as if he was trying to draw her orgasm out from its hiding place.

  When it exploded from her, Morgan's whole body shook with the power of it. If not for Brent holding her up, she knew that she would have fallen over, for her body was no longer able to hold her up. Brent's strong hands kept her up, and within seconds, Morgan was moaning as Brent's cock flooded her. They came together, a writhing mass of sweat and sex tangled up on Brent's cream colored couch.

  Brent let go of Morgan and she collapsed on him, falling against his hard chest. She could hear every deep breath he took, and she could feel his heart pou
nding heavily against her cheek.

  The pair sighed together and Morgan climbed from Brent's lap. She fixed her top and smoothed down her skirt, enjoying the feeling of being full of Brent's cum. She knew that she would have to get cleaned up soon, but for the moment, she relished in it.

  Morgan kissed her boyfriend full on the mouth and Brent's hand reached up and stroked her blushing cheek. "I love ya, baby," he said with a smile.

  "Right back at ya," Morgan replied with a wink.

  "Chinese?" Brent asked. Before Morgan answered, he leaned forward and began pulling the still-warm food from within the brown bags.

  "You go ahead. I'm going to go get cleaned up." Morgan stood carefully, as to not spill anything from her onto the beautiful cream-colored couch.

  "Okay," Brent nodded in the direction of the bathroom. "If you need any clothes, I put the things that you wore last week in the top shelf of my dresser."

  Morgan nodded and she tried hard to contain her excitement. He had made room for her things in his dresser? Brent was waltzing into this new territory of "relationship" faster than she was! She ran off, cleaned herself up, and changed into a pair of her shorts and one of Brent's t-shirts. When she came back out, Brent had turned the television over to another game and he was eating away on his Happy Family, looking pissed.

  "Need a drink?" Morgan yelled out from the kitchen as she grabbed a glass of water.

  Brent grunted and shook his head, his mouth too full of food to respond. Morgan took her water and sank on to the couch beside him, then she realized why Brent was looking so angry.

  The game on TV was the one that the Blue Kraits were playing. And they were winning.

  Morgan looked over at her boyfriend somberly. "Why do you want to watch this? It's just going to make you mad."

  Brent shook his head. "I'm keeping tabs on Levitt. I heard a rumor that he was gunning for my touchdown record."

  The announcer on TV suddenly called out, "If you are just tuning in, folks, we are watching history in the making! Erik Levitt, the number 12 running back for the Blue Kraits, is on the precipice of destroying the touchdown record set by Brent Larson of the Caimans. He has already scored five times today and we still have a quarter to play!"