Sacking the Quarterback

by Alexandra O'Hurley

  Rhett stared at her, a flash of lust filling his gaze before it disappeared. “You know your brother came here and told me to stay away from you. Now you show up the next night, trying to tempt me into not being a gentleman.”

  Taylor stopped cold. “He came here and warned you off?”

  “He did. Don’t be mad at him. If I had a sexy little sister, I’d be beating them off with a stick, I’m sure.”

  “Jennings can go around playing the field, but I can’t? That’s bullshit,” she spat. She rubbed her body against Rhett’s, trying to entice him. “Are you going to let him tell you what to do? Or are you going to be the bad boy I need you to be?”

  Fire ignited in Rhett’s eyes. “You sure you’re ready for that?”

  A shiver raced down Taylor’s spine. “Oh, I’m ready.”

  Rhett speared a hand through her hair and tugged her head closer. The pull of his hand on the strands was tight, but it didn’t hurt. She liked the little show of rough play, and it made her nipples peak tightly. His lips were on hers in an instant, his tongue sweeping between her lips. He was incessant, seemingly as hungry for the attention as she was for his.

  She pulled away and smiled up at him. “Now that’s more like it.”

  Rhett gathered her face in his hands. “You like it a little rough, don’t you?”

  “Yeah,” she said with a smile on her lips before leaning up to kiss him again.

  He let her take ownership of that kiss. She drank him in, his lips soft against hers as they sampled one another. After a few moments, he lifted her into his arms, never breaking their connection. She wrapped her arms about his neck and held on as he moved to the stairs and began to climb.

  Once upstairs, he headed straight for the bedroom she’d last been in with him. When he’d reached the bed, he broke the kiss and lowered her to the center of the bed.

  It was a new bed, freshly made, with soft blankets and pillows. “Much better accommodations this time around,” she said as she pushed the bedding back. Kneeling, she pulled the nightgown over her head and dropped it on the floor beside the bed.

  She heard a soft whoosh as he exhaled. The only light in the room was coming from the hallway, the door ajar enough to let the rectangle of illumination sweep through. Even so, she could still feel his stare on her body, his gaze leaving a hot trail upon her flesh. Goose bumps skittered over the surface and she shivered, suddenly both hot and cold. She needed him to warm her, and she needed him now.

  Reaching out a hand, she silently beckoned him beside her. He climbed onto the bed after pulling his pajama pants off, his thick cock already hard and jutting before him. “You should see the rest of the place,” he murmured. “After I’m through with you, of course.”

  Without another word, he lowered between her legs and faced her pussy. She already knew she was wet for him. Her thighs were coated with her cream and had been since halfway to his house.

  Rhett pressed his mouth against the opening of her channel and lapped up some of her juices. A growl rumbled from his throat before he dove back in. He licked both her inner thighs, taunting her with how close he was to the parts that needed the most attention, but he was too far from her precious spots. Laying little nipping bites as he wandered everywhere but where she wanted him to, he made her clit throb with the need to be caressed.

  Still he played, avoiding her tortured mews. “Rhett,” she cried, unable to put her needs into words.

  After he placed both of his hands on either side of her hips, he finally drew his tongue through her folds and gave her what she needed. Her back came off the bed, her nipples pebbling harder. Taylor reached up and pinched the rosy peaks as he feasted on her flesh and she writhed under his wicked mouth.

  He twisted his body, lying with his head between her legs and his cock near her head. Rhett was impressively large; the long, thickly veined shaft was too heavy to point up against his belly. Instead it swayed before him, straight out. She reached for him, cupping his balls in one hand and gripping the base in the other. As she moved her hand, she traced the veins, wanting to learn every inch and give him the kind of pleasure he could with his mouth.

  As she milked his length, he moaned against her and gifted her with a pearl of fluid at the tip. Taylor pressed her tongue against the fat head and tasted his essence. He was slightly salty, but with a hint of sweetness. She circled the tip in her mouth and swallowed a few inches, sucking him as she moved.

  Rhett took his mouth away from her pussy to let out a hiss. He pressed several fingers into her pussy, pumping within her as he watched her give him head. She looked up and caught his stare, smiling around the fat length in her mouth.

  His lips were open, his breathing short, as he observed everything she did to him.

  She released him with a pop and moved her mouth to the base, trailing her tongue from root to tip before swallowing him again. He let out a groan and rolled his hips, feeding her his cock while he directed his attention back to her pussy. They indulged on one another’s bodies, sharing the pleasure and building the fire between them.

  Rhett pushed Taylor with each lick and bite, his urgent fingers driving her closer and closer to the edge of reason. The more he pushed, the more she had to release her hold on his cock to cry out. She kept returning to him, wanting to give as good as she got, but she struggled to focus on anything but the incredible pleasure he was building within her.

  Closer and closer she grew to release, her gasping breaths not able to take in enough air. Sweat beaded on her body as his nimble fingers played her body, swirling and dipping in and around her pussy as she gripped him tighter in her hands. She closed her eyes, lost to what he was doing to her, knowing she’d break against him soon. When he moved one finger to her ass, he pressed against the tight opening and slowly sank a finger in, stretching the band of nerves. She sucked in a breath, unused to that kind of play. Yet she couldn’t ignore how good it felt.

  Taylor exploded, her cries echoing off the walls as she came for him. Rhett drank from her, his mouth incessant. Driving her higher and higher, he sucked her clit harder as her orgasm claimed her, only making her spiral more out of control. She screamed his name, the rush of electricity through her nerve endings enough to shatter her to bits. He still pushed, and prodded, demanding more. And her body yielded to him, giving him everything he commanded.

  When she’d finally murmured her last mindless cry, she rested against the bed and wondered if her heart would rupture from beating too hard within her chest.

  “You alright up there?” he asked, his voice deep and clear.

  Her body responded to the lust his words had been laden with, knowing their play was nowhere near done. Taylor lifted to one elbow and trailed her tongue along his cock before smiling up at him. “Couldn’t be better.”

  Rhett stood, taking his cock away from her.

  “Hey! I wasn’t done,” she said poutily.

  He walked to the bathroom, and she heard running water for a moment. When he returned, he had a damp washcloth in hand, which he dropped on the new bedside table. He then opened a drawer and pulled out a condom pack and a bottle of lube. Rhett tossed the bottle onto the bed as he began tearing open the rubber. Lube? She was as wet as wet could be, so they didn’t need lube. She watched him quickly cover his thick shaft before sliding back into bed with her. Rhett pulled her up and onto her hands and knees before rounding to kneel behind her.

  Rhett opened the bottle of lube and squeezed some into his hand. Taylor watched him closely, wondering what he was up to. He smiled up at her before placing a wet finger against her puckered bud.

  “Rhett?”

  “Shhh,” he said lowly. “You came when I touched you here.”

  “I—” she stopped, not exactly sure what she’d been about to say. Her instinct wanted her to say no, but his finger felt so good as it slid in and out as he spread the lube. A moan bubbled up her throat when he added a second finger. His touch burned a little as he stretched her wider, but she kne
w if he planned to enter her with his cock, he’d have to prepare her for that entry. Slowly, he worked his fingers in and out of her until she relaxed into his touch and met the thrusts of his hand. Another finger was added, making her hiss. The little bite of pain gradually ebbed as desire mounted within her.

  The more he played and pleasured her there, the more she wanted to feel his cock filling her instead. Her body was coated with sweat, her limbs shaking, as she waited for him to finally give her what she needed.

  “I’m going to take you here, in a place I don’t think anyone else has. I’ll be your first,” he whispered as he laid a kiss on her spine. “You never forget your first.”

  Taylor shivered, knowing regardless she’d never forget her time spent with Rhett. Between her childhood crush and the heights he’d brought her to with his caresses, he would always be an important part of her history. In his hands, she’d felt more sexual, more womanly, than she’d ever felt before.

  She felt him remove his fingers. He wiped his hand on the washcloth and then angled the head of his cock against her ass.

  “Relax, baby. I promise to be gentle.”

  Taylor sucked in a deep breath as he pushed against the tight band of nerves. She let the air out in a slow slide as he languidly propelled the head inside her. Rhett was as gentle as he promised, slowly urging his cock within her body. Once he was finally balls deep, he stopped, pausing to let her acclimate to his presence. Rhett kissed her neck and cheek as she relaxed into his invasion.

  His cock in her ass was a fullness she’d never experienced. It felt both foreign and incredibly, wickedly sexy all at the same time. Taylor’s pussy and ass both clenched, the pain fleeing and the need for him to move paramount.

  “Rhett …”

  “I know, baby,” he whispered in her ear before he rose back to his knees and gripped her waist.

  Rhett started to move, short gentle strokes at first that took her breath away. As she relaxed against his assault, he lengthened the blows and gradually picked up the pace. After a few minutes, she was meeting his strokes, pumping her ass against his groin. She demanded more and more, urging him to go faster, harder.

  He seemed to sense exactly what she needed without words. Soon, he was fucking her with abandon and she took each and every stroke with a cry of delight. Rhett moved one hand from her hip and began to play with her pussy. He pressed three thick fingers into her depth and pumped them in and out in time with his cock.

  The dual penetration was too much for her. His thumb grazed her clit as his fingers played, and she pushed against the caress. Within a matter of seconds, she erupted again, screaming his name as she came harder than she’d ever thought possible. Cream coated the inside of her thighs, and she could feel the wetness as he rubbed against her folds. Her ass spasmed against his thick cock, which only seemed to help prolong the orgasm and strengthen it.

  When she finally started to come down off the high, Rhett came. His groan of release coincided with heat flooding her ass as he filled the condom. Once he’d milked every last drop, he slowly eased from her ass.

  Overwrought, she lay on her belly, the intensity of the orgasm she’d had rendering her immobile and boneless. He left the bed for a moment and she heard water running again. Moments later, he returned to the bed and she felt a warm cloth against her sore asshole.

  Taylor was touched by the gentle caresses he was giving her. His considerateness was greater than any other lover she’d been with. Rhett earned points for that.

  Points toward what?

  She pushed that thought from her mind. Taylor had a plan, and that plan didn’t include Rhett Banes. She would enjoy his company when she had the time and inclination; it was nothing more than mutual satisfaction. Rhett rolled her to her back and looked down at her.

  “What is this, Taylor?”

  No. She wasn’t having this conversation, not when her own emotions were jumbled. “We’re having a little fun.”

  “That’s all it is to you,” he asked soberly.

  Taylor sighed. “Don’t mess this up, Rhett. Just let it be.” She closed her eyes and considered the conversation over.

  Rhett yanked her up into his arms and smothered her with a kiss. His mouth was greedy, his tongue plundering her mouth as he took what he wanted.

  Taylor melted into his kiss, but soon realized what he was doing. He was staking his claim. She pushed him away and glared at him.

  “I know I have no rights to you, but I’m telling you now. You are mine. This isn’t just some meaningless fun, and you know it. I know you sense it. It’s why you came back tonight.”

  Taylor jumped from the bed. “You don’t own me, Rhett. You can’t come waltzing into town after being gone a decade and then act the conquering hero.”

  “The conquering hero?” He laughed. “Tell me you don’t feel the connection between us. If you can tell me that, I’ll back off.”

  She did feel it, but admitting it would change her whole trajectory. Her plans would be ruined, and that wasn’t going to happen. “There’s no connection. I just needed a couple of good fucks.”

  Rhett smiled, but there was no mirth in it. His eyes were dead as he looked at her. “A couple of good fucks.”

  “Yep. And now that I’m good for a while, I suppose I’ll go.” She picked her nightgown up off the floor and tugged it over her head. “Thanks for the help tonight.”

  “Are you taking the job?”

  How’d he know about that? Oh, right, her damned brother. “Yeah, I suppose I am. So you can consider that a goodbye lay. See you around, maybe in another decade or so.”

  Taylor walked from the room, half expecting him to follow her down. When he didn’t come, she was almost disappointed, but she’d been enough of a bitch up there that she’d given him no reason to chase after her. Why she’d felt the need to be so mean, she didn’t know. There had been no good reason for it.

  She cared about Rhett, even though she was loath to admit it. But he wasn’t getting in her way. If only her circumstances were different, theirs could be an interesting story.

  Instead of ending like this.

  Chapter Seven

  Rhett tossed and turned for the next several hours, the events of the evening running through his head. For how many years had he used women for the one thing he’d been used by Taylor for? Of course, he’d not seen it as using when he’d been in sexually driven relationships, but now that he was on the opposite side, he now understood why women didn’t like to be objectified.

  Taylor had claimed she’d wanted one thing and one thing only from him. It stung. No two ways around it.

  His outlook on love and sex was the reason his marriage had failed. His wife had been a trophy, to look pretty on his arm and then grace his bed. Yes, he’d enjoyed her company in the early days, but then as things soured, he’d not understood it. He’d come home and been schooled in why his relationships always failed—by having the roles reversed.

  Now, he wondered if there was any way to fix things and salvage something of their relationship, if it could be called that. Rhett wanted another shot to prove he could be different.

  Taylor made him want to try. He couldn’t say he wouldn’t fail, but the desire meant something, didn’t it?

  When the sun rose, he’d go to her. He’d tell her they deserved a chance.

  * * * *

  “What do you mean, she’s gone?”

  Mrs. Ashby wiped her hands on a dishcloth as she leaned into the doorframe, a perplexed look on her face. Rhett was dumbstruck. Taylor had slipped out in the middle of the night and headed to Houston.

  Right after they’d had sex.

  “She left a note before she left. Said she just needed to get away before she made a mistake.” Mrs. Ashby cocked one eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling you were that mistake?”

  Rhett scrubbed his hands over his face. Nothing was working out like he’d wanted it to. Maybe this was a sign from above that it wasn’t supposed to work out. He’d le
arned a lesson too late, and now he just needed to move on.

  “Maybe I was, but I didn’t want to be,” he murmured.

  “She has a chance to get out of Dixon and make something of herself,” her mother said. “Why not let her? If she’s meant to be in your life, then perhaps fate will bring her into your life.”

  “No offense, but I’m not fond of fate. It’s not done such a good job on my life as of late.”

  “Rhett, you made poor choices and had to deal with the aftermath. Start making some better ones and get your head out of your ass.”

  Rhett’s mouth dropped open.

  Mrs. Ashby patted his cheek. “Don’t look so surprised. You young people forget we were once your age and screwed up our lives just as bad, if not worse, along the way. You’ll find your way, just like we did.”

  “I’m almost thirty. Not so young,” he said.

  “Compared to me, you are.” Mrs. Ashby smiled widely. “And you’ve got plenty of time to get it right. Why don’t you come inside? I just made an apple pie.”

  Rhett chuckled and walked through the door.

  Chapter Eight

  Three months later…

  “Jim … move closer. Jennings, stop grinning like a damned fool,” Taylor’s mom snapped as she looked at the display on the back of the camera. “And Taylor, will you please stop looking like you’re about to face the firing squad. You just graduated. You should be happy.”

  Taylor was happy she’d graduated, but something else was grating on her.

  After moving to Houston, she was so damned homesick, she could barely see straight. The people, the noise, and the wild, frenetic energy were just giving her headaches and making her want to go home—for good. She’d been bitching about leaving Dixon for years and now that she had her chance, she realized how much she missed it.

  Home also meant something else now. Rhett. She hadn’t stopped thinking about him every single damned day since she left. She’d eased the ache in her body, her hands caressing her flesh thinking of his hands, his mouth, his wicked tongue. Almost every night, she touched herself to make the ache go away. Almost every night she considered driving back home and creeping into his bed.