Romance: SPORTS ROMANCE: The First Half (Bad Boy Alpha Male College Football Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Pregnancy Romance)

by Nicole Chance

  In all of our excitement, I must have missed the warning for lights out at the library, and the humming fluorescent lights above us all suddenly clicked off simultaneously. We were cloaked in darkness, just the way we wanted it, save for the shafts of golden evening light pushing in through the windows, giving us just enough visibility to see one another and what we were doing.

  I stepped away from him, and gave him an eyeful as I peeled out of my blouse and skirt, wriggling down to my bra and panties. I felt a bit shy as I displayed my nearly naked body to him, the straps of my bra beginning to fall down along my shoulders, but he seemed to like what he saw, and I grinned with satisfaction. I sank desperately to my knees in front of him, needing more than anything to please him, and I peeled him down out of his jeans and underwear.

  His cock was long, thick, and streaming with pre-cum, making me burn all over with anticipation. I reached up to him with reverence, and stroked him a few times, pumping my wrist, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to get such immensity inside me. My throat ached mildly with the thought of it.

  I swallowed hard, giving it a go, and put my lips up against his engorged purple tip. I slowly melted around him, pushing him inside me. Inch by inch by inch of him came grinding down my windpipe, and I felt myself gagging a little, struggling to contain his immensity. But he was sighing with delight, slipping his fingers through my hair as though petting me like an animal, and I knew I couldn’t stop now...

  I began to suck him off, pushing my face along his shaft, forward and away, containing him as best I could, and breaking into a steady, delectable rhythm. My nostrils flared as I struggled to breathe, pushing up, up, up along his dick, building up an immense suction, then pushing in the opposite direction, twisting my tongue around all over him. Faster and faster and faster I bobbed, getting the hang of it quickly, and his pelvis beginning to pump forward simultaneously, his joy at how quickly I picked up on such slutty behavior obvious by his sighs. I couldn’t believe the fact myself, that I was sucking my first cock, and I began to grow wildly enthusiastic in my efforts when I considered it. I loved being filled up by him, struggling to hold all of him in his abundance, and the longer and longer I worked at it, the greater and greater my arousal became.

  I pushed my face into him one final time after several minutes of fellatio, certain he was about to cum into my mouth. I held myself firmly in place against his body, but he never burst, and at last he pulled me back alongside him, leaving me slightly choking on my own fluids, and trying to get a hold on myself. He smiled at the state I was in, stroking my hair a few more times, and then seemed to decide it was time to reciprocate.

  He brought his hands up to my bra, unhooking it effortlessly from the back and peeling me out of it. He’d clearly done this many times before, I thought, and I found that my arousal at his potentially advanced skills far outweighed the brief pang of jealousy that shot through me. Immediately, once I was fully topless and exposed, he put his palms up against the flesh of my breasts, squeezing gently but greedily on them, kneading them up like dough. He pinched the nipples, making them hard, and I sighed with pleasure, burning all over, and ready for more.

  He leaned into me, and began to suckle on me, kissing my nipples, and biting down on them. God it felt amazing, as he ran his tongue along the perimeters, and filled me up with such perverse and wonderful sensations that it made my body quake with delight. And all the while, as he nursed on me, his free hand began to creep down, down, down along my body, slipping into the lacy white sanctity of my panties...

  I gasped, and moaned with pleasure as he put his fingers up inside me, rubbing me, getting me wetter than ever, and leaving me starving for more. Before long, the panties were sliding down, down, down along my legs, from my thighs to my knees, down to around my ankles, and at last he had me pressed up against a desk with my legs spread apart.

  He put his lips up against those of my pussy, and proceeded immediately to devour me. He tenderly licked my clit, rolling his tongue sensually through my wet floral folds, lapping and tasting and twisting up into me, with such skill and expertise that he seemed a genuine master of the art. His head bobbed steadily, rhythmically between my open thighs, leaving them trembling and causing them to close in around his beautiful skull like a vice as he soaked me up like a sponge. Then he put his finger up against the throbbing nub of my clitoris and held it there, and sensations bloomed like wildfire through my body. The stimulation, combined with the his wonderful eating skills, caused me to burst with orgasm, my screams of pleasure echoing through the rows of bookshelves, and my head spinning, spinning, spinning, disbelieving that this could all really be happening.

  I gasped with relief once the sensations settled down inside me, struggling to collect myself, and my breasts heaving wildly as I panted and wheezed like a dog. The next thing I knew, his hands were on me again, and he was flipping me around, bending me over the desk, spreading me wide open. I braced myself, holding my breath, counting down the moments to that which I’d been anticipating for so very, very long now...

  His engorged purple tip pushed into the opening of my vagina, and I moaned aloud, as inch by inch by thick, agonizing inch of his shaft came sliding up inside me, filling me to the brim, stretching me out so greatly that it caused my eyes to go wide. At last he touched down, inside my deepest, wettest, tightest fathoms, and he held there for several seconds, his fingers curled into my ass for support, my body trembling all over from head to toe as he filled me up inside.

  He slowly began to pull himself back out of me, then he drove himself forward again, making me whimper with delight. It was a tight fit, but it quickly became pleasurable, making my head swim with delight as he worked his way up into a steady, luscious rhythm. Gradually he progressed, starting slow and tender, but then building the pace. Faster, harder, deeper he fucked me, our bodies smashing wildly together before long, his tip drilling further and further inside of me. His buttocks clenched and unclenched as he pounded, the sensations incredible, unbelievable, beyond what words can describe, and any good sense that I might once have had all but vanished out the window.

  “Oh yes... Yes... Yes... Oh God... Fuck... Finish in my ass... Finish in my ass...” I insisted. I hadn’t even known I wanted it, honestly. To feel that violated, that thoroughly dominated. Apparently, my anal nature went a lot deeper than I’d known...

  Needless to say, Blake didn’t have to be asked twice as far as taking a girl anally was concerned. He quickly switched, pulling out of my vagina with a tremendous suction, and then sliding his long hard cock up my tight, virgin bottom. He stretched me out even greater now, making me erupt with such a moan of pleasure that I thought for sure someone would come up and catch us in the middle of the act.

  Once he was inside me, he spared my ass no expense, drilling my anus, annihilating me, fucking, fucking, fucking harder than ever. Our bodies smashed violently together, CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP! And in no time I was spiraling out of control, unable to contain myself, the sensations coursing through me with blinding force.

  “Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

  With a powerful, devastating blow he hurled himself deep into me, holding himself in place, and after several seconds of waiting he began to ejaculate. He filled my tight anus with his hot juices, pulse after pulse, coating my insides, dripping out of me in its abundance onto the library floor, and the stimulation setting me clean over the edge. A hot, searing anal orgasm came ripping through my body, making my spine arch and my toes curl, the ecstasy unlike anything I’d ever before had the pleasure of experiencing.

  I shivered from head to toe, and it was like a massive burst inside me, as at last the sensations settled back down, and he pulled his hard cock out of me.

  He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me down to the floor with him, covering his body with my own like a blanket. He kissed me passionately, stroking my hair, through the afterglow, continuing to ravish my still throbbing body. Then, when the two of us pulled apart for br
eath, we smiled at one another, hardly believing our actions, and yet pleased as hell with the way this most recent study session had turned out.

  I may have been the tutor, but Blake taught me a hell of a lot more than I ever could have ever expected...

  Blake and I would spend a lot of time together after that night. And I find more emotional depth to him now than I ever thought was possible. He just has a different set of interests than myself. He likes football, I like education, but we both love each other!

  Just about exactly nine months after our encounter at the library, our daughter was born. She was conceived in a room full of knowledge, and passion. She is the brightest little toe-headed beauty in the world. We cannot imagine life without her. Gracie, is a lot like me, but more like Blake. She loves her daddy, and she can’t get enough of cheering for him, on and off, the football field. She’s a happy girl.

  It’s been five years since I first took on the tutoring challenge of my life. Those years were the start of something very special; a loving family.

  Blake has gone on to play professional ball now, and the birth of his baby girl has changed him in almost every way imaginable. He finally grew up! He completed his degree in education, and still loves to teach Gracie from home, while he’s not on the road.

  This is my story. Life is full of surprises. I would have never thought that I would find love this way. Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, love comes charging in, and changes everything!

  *****

  THE END

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  The Balled

  And The Beautiful

  By Nicole Chance

  Chapter 1

  It was spring semester of my fourth year, and I was about to graduate. I was so ready to move on with my life and enjoy my new career. This day would begin like so many previous days; the routine of waking up early and preparing for class. If any assignments were to be submitted on any given day, I would glance over what I had prepared the night before. I was a triple-check kind of student – a perfectionist in fact. Everything would be A.J. Squared Away before actually turning in the work.

  I was a good student. I took pride in maintaining a great GPA, and ranking high in my class. It wasn’t that I wanted to outshine the other students (although, maybe just a little), it was that I actually enjoyed learning new things. I found myself taking interest in almost every subject I studied at college – a genuine interest. I didn’t have any issues with my professors or fellow students, I was always on time, and I preferred to sit in the front row.

  Little did I know what a change in me that this day would bring. As I walked to the first class of my final semester, cherry blossoms were blooming and the campus was blanketed with pink petals. I never took the campus setting for granted. I knew that this time in my life would forge memories that would last a lifetime. My first class was an English class, which made me happy. It was one of my last general education requirements, and I don’t know why I hadn’t taken this class before my final semester. I suppose it’s just a subject that I felt I already knew very well, and I might take a little less interest for that reason.

  On second thought, it was probably because my schedule was usually packed with upper-level classes and extracurricular activities. For this last semester, I was only taking a few classes. I had decided to scale down my “just for fun” courses and take some time enjoy my last slice of college – in essence, to see what I had been missing. I had taken some serious time to assess what I could have possibly missed by committing all of my time to studies. This semester, I was going to have fun and be adventurous. It was a big step for me, but one thing I still wanted to do, was continue with the school newspaper – it was my favorite pastime. I was passionate about it and knew that if I left the staff, the quality of the school newspaper would diminish. I could only hope that someone as capable would take over next year.

  I don’t think I was being overly confident, or had any false illusions of what I brought to the paper. I had many confirmations from the rest of the staff for my ability to observe things that others may have missed.

  I had also discovered a new passion that would almost consume me earlier in life. During high school, a friend of mine had turned me on to starting a martial arts class with her. From the first day of training, I loved it. I loved being physical when I had the opportunity to get away from my studies. I began feeling empowered by what this training could do for me – both physically and spiritually. In the following months, my confidence would grow by leaps and bounds. My dad was behind me one hundred percent. He knew that I would choose college someday, and the idea that I would be able to defend myself while away at school comforted him. I went on to study aikido, long after my friend had moved on from the sport. I still workout daily, and have achieved my brown belt in martial art training.

  As I continued my walk to class, I wondered if I’d have any former classmates with me, or at least a recognizable face or two. Most fellow students in my fourth year had likely gotten English courses out of the way early on.

  I entered the classroom and looked around to see who my classmates would be. I didn’t know most of the people since the majority of them were sophomores or juniors, or least I didn’t know anyone very well. There were a few people that I’d had classes with previously, but whom I had never really gotten to know.

  Just then, my stomach sank as I saw the star player of the football team, Brad Pearson – the quarterback of the team. I barely kept up with football at our school, but I had been to several games for fun, as well as for the school paper.

  I found Brad Pearson to be very attractive, as most, but I was nonetheless repulsed by his reputation. He was an arrogant womanizer. I’d had a few classes with him before and he would always speak out to answer the questions. Half the time he was either wrong or just didn’t know what he was talking about – like he just wanted to be heard by the rest of the class. I didn’t like guys like him. And, although I may have jumped to conclusions after hearing so much about his reputation, I had a gut feeling that his bad-boy rep was spot-on; a thick-headed, more bronze than brain, football jock with very little to bring to society after graduation.

  Brad was the best quarterback that the school had ever seen. He had earned numerous school awards. He was a starter every season, and it was rumored that the Patriots were looking closely at him. He routinely led the team to victory. He now holds the record for the most passing yards and touchdown passes… in the history of our school, as well as the record for the most passes without an interception. This is quite an achievement for any college ball player. I suppose, to me, it would be more respectable if not for his “achievement” off the field with the ladies.

  I remember a couple of bimbos chatting in the library one day about an experience they’d had with Brad Pearson. As they quietly giggled and used their library voices to describe their lust for him, it made me want to puke. This was the kind of guy that was a distraction for these girls – a distraction that would eventually end with them joining the ranks of the college dropout. I could never understand how someone could not see the big picture of why they had enrolled in school in the first place.

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bsp; Okay, occasionally, I had to admit that he Brad was pretty on-point with what he brought to class. I didn’t really want to acknowledge that. I had the feeling that it was only because he listened closely to the lectures but probably didn’t bother to study outside of class… that was one of my biggest pet peeves. I pretty much never missed a class unless I was sick. I loved to learn. I always worked hard to get the best grades possible. I’m definitely the responsible type and knowing it’s not my best quality, but I resented those that were less responsible than myself.

  I was a little annoyed that he would be in my class this semester, but at the same time, it was nice to have some eye candy. He was very muscular, but not overly muscular. I suppose I’d describe him as more on the lean side, agile, and ready to move quickly and accurately on the football field. Still, his muscles were well defined and honed to perfection. He had sharp facial features, a strong jaw and piercing hazel eyes with flecks of green that I couldn’t help noticing. I found myself gazing over him a little, not really concerned if I was caught in the act. It was almost relaxing to fix my eyes on him. I’d resigned to suffering the consequences if he were to suddenly turn directly toward me, perhaps catching me in my comfort gaze. To my surprise, he remained quietly alone before class started. In fact, he rarely moved, other than an occasional slow movement to run his fingers through his course, sandy hair.