by London Casey
We were both warriors and knew there was only room for one at the top. I didn’t want the spotlight but I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
I stood from the bench and caught my reflection. This would have been a smart time to call Willow for help. But this was going to end in a bad way.
Shawn was far to my right. I scanned the field and made the call. I dropped back and watched him run. His long legs pumped, moving him forward. It was a simple post route, but watching him make the cut was almost pathetic. If this were in game action, I could drop it where he was going. But he wanted to run the right route? Fine.
I put the ball up and it came down about two yards away from Shawn.
He slowed, holding his sides, out of breath.
“Dive for that!” I yelled.
“Fuck you, motherfucker,” he yelled.
He grabbed the ball and jogged back to me.
He slammed the ball into my gut.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Too much down time?”
“Fuck you, Knight. Hit me. Hit the fucking receiver.”
“Hit your route,” I said. “Thirty-one. Blue eye. Forty.”
Shawn took off again. This time he had more steam. He cut across the field and then made the cut to go to the corner of the end zone. I knew he was going to be off by a yard so I adjusted my throw.
A perfect spiral.
Shawn put his hands out.
The ball fell right down into his hands.
Just. Like. That.
Shawn yelled and cheered.
He walked the ball back, nodding, sweat dripping down his face. “That’s how we do it. That’s how we fucking do it.”
“Easy,” I said. “Run a cross. Hands out wide. Go.”
Shawn ran and went ten yards out. In play, there’d be a defender on his ass. So I’d have to put the ball outside his reach and let him get to it first.
A perfect throw and a perfect catch.
Shawn ran back and tossed me the ball. “Do it again.”
We ran three more plays. Each time I had to place the ball for his benefit. Each time he caught the ball, he looked at me and nodded with a shit grin. As though he was doing me a favor by catching the fucking thing.
He tossed the ball to me again.
“First play,” I said. “Run it right.”
“Motherfucker, I always run it right,” he said.
Shawn took off before I said anything else.
Fuck him then.
I put the ball up and it came down right where it needed to be. But Shawn wasn’t there, just like the first time. It was off by two feet.
He turned and looked at me. “You’re fucking with me.”
“That’s the route,” I said. “Run it.”
“Fuck you, man. Throw it better. Stop pumping cans of beer and cheap women.”
“Maybe you should try to doing another squat or two instead of designing t-shirts,” I said. “Then you could get some real muscle.”
“Oh, you a dead man, motherfucker,” Shawn said.
We were charging at each other. My rage was easily triggered. Take pussy away from me and I wanted to fight more than ever.
Two feet away, Shawn put on the brakes and started waving his fingers at me. “You stupid fuck. You’re going to ruin the motherfucking team with your shit.”
“Fuck off, Shawn,” I said. “Learn your routes.”
“Learn to throw, pussy.”
My fist flew before I could stop myself. I cracked him in the jaw and he went flying back. I went right after him. He kicked at me, hitting me in the stomach. He then jumped at me, grabbed at my shirt, trying to pull it over my face. He was straight up trying to street fight me. His fists started flying, no idea what he was doing. Now, I had to hand it to him, he did land quite a few punches at me. And they all hurt.
All I had to do though was lift up and push at him. I sent him back but Shawn wanted more. He came at me looking like a damn windmill. I hit him with a right and then a left. I felt something crack against my knuckle. Probably a tooth. There were blotches of blood on the perfectly green field.
We then tangled up again, two alphas vying for the leadership of the pride.
I heard someone scream my name but didn’t give a shit.
The only time I started to care was when I saw the flash of light.
I broke away from Shawn and saw five paparazzi people standing there, taking pictures of me and Shawn. We were sweaty and bloody.
I kept my distance. “You brought cameras?”
“Man, they always follow the superstar,” Shawn said.
“This isn’t good.”
“Maybe not for you, bitch,” Shawn said. “You threw the first punch.”
“Yeah, because you didn’t have the balls to do it.”
“Check this then…”
Shawn came at me again.
The cameras flashed.
We ended up tangled and I tossed him to the field.
It took three security guards to finally break us up.
I backed away and Shawn walked off the field, tearing his shirt off, screaming like a fool.
“This is my house! Motherfuckers ain’t going to tell me how to do my job. I do what I do!”
I wiped blood off my face. I wondered how long it had been since the first person took the first picture. News traveled fast in the world I lived in.
I knew one thing…
I was going to get to see Willow today.
I sat on the bench in a towel. There was still steam from the shower gently moving around me. I heard the door open, followed by heels hitting the floor. The fast pace of the heels gave away that she was really pissed at me.
She came into view, standing there in her work suit, looking fucking amazing. Her white blouse was one button up too many but I could still see her breasts pushing against the shirt. She wore a long skirt kind of thing with some of her legs showing. Her feet were in dark heels.
“Goddamn,” I whispered.
My cock already started to stir, ready to thicken.
“What the hell are you trying to do to me?” she asked.
“There wasn’t supposed to be press in the practice facility,” I said. “That wasn’t me.”
“Fighting with another player?”
“We were having a discussion,” I said.
“Like you had with your brothers?”
“Shawn’s an asshole.”
“So are you!” Willow yelled.
I rubbed the stubble on my chin. “You’re right.”
“Jesus, Roman,” she said. “I haven’t seen you since… I just got done taking a breath with all this. My boss even told me things were going great. Then this.”
“It was just a fight between two teammates,” I said. “That’s all. Arguing about plays and routes and shit. He’s a hot head. I’m a hot head. I blame him for that last play and he blames me. It came to the surface and we took care of it.”
“Well, the headlines are having a field day with this.”
“You’re not a PR person, who cares? Am I in legal trouble?”
“No,” she said. “But this goes beyond legal stuff. This is about your image. I know you have something with the Commissioner brewing.”
“I have to meet my agent soon. I’ve got a few minutes to kill though.”
I grinned.
Willow quickly shook her head. “Don’t do that to me.”
“Do what?” I asked. “Look at you right now. All pissed off and lawyered up. You’re killing me.”
“Fuck off, Roman.”
She started to turn and I grabbed for her. I took her hand and squeezed it. Her soft skin was soothing to me.
“Hey,” I said. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
“Oh, and that warrants you an award?” she asked.
“No. It doesn’t. But it’s fucking with my head.”
She stared at me. She swallowed. I caught her eyes as she quickly scanned me down and up.
; With my other hand, I grabbed the towel and slowly opened it. I sat there, my heavy cock slowly filling up, getting harder by the second.
“Shit,” she whispered.
“Come here, sweetie. Right now. Leave the heels on.”
My hands slid around to her back and I found the zipper on the skirt. I was careful this time. She had to walk out of this bathroom like nothing had happened. No tearing up clothing.
She took her heels off to take off the skirt and her panties. She then stepped back into them. I brought my hand down to her sweet pussy and curled two fingers at her. I pulled, feeling her clit, and made her fall toward me. Her hands hit the wall, her shirt in my face.
“Unbutton three buttons,” I said.
With one hand, Willow did as told. Her skin smelled fucking amazing. Some kind of flowery shit with perfume. Her tits looked great in her bra. The things I wanted to do to her right then…
My hands touched her ass and pulled. She spread her legs wide and climbed up on the bench. I looked and saw the heels were still on her feet. I reached down between my legs and gripped my fat cock. My other hand spread wide against the small of her back and guided her down to me.
The second my cock pressed against her tight slit, she let out a whimper.
“Sweetie, this time people can hear you,” I whispered. “I don’t give a fuck, but I know you do.”
She looked down at me. “I hate you, Roman. I hate you so much.”
“I know you do,” I said. “But you love my dick.”
I put both hands to her waist and pulled.
As I entered her, she bit her bottom lip. Her entire body quivered as I opened her beautiful, tight body. I lessened my grip and brought my hands to her legs. Her legs were thicker than they looked, primed with muscle, all ready to work to make me come.
She lowered herself halfway down and then slid up.
“Oh, Roman,” she purred.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” I said. “Take your time. I’ve got nowhere better to be.”
“Your meeting,” she said.
“Fuck everything right now,” I said. “This is you and me, sweetie. Together again.”
She put her head back and groaned. Her hands slid down the wall and rested on my bare and buff shoulders. She came down on me again and rocked her hips left to right, forcing her body to make more room. I could feel her depths adjusting to my size. It drove me fucking nuts. My balls were tight and twisted, ready to explode already.
I never had a woman make me feel like that before.
I squeezed her legs as she lifted up. She quickly lowered back down, taking all of me inside her. Her fine ass touched my strong legs and we were completely together. That’s when she looked down at me. She lowered her face down, slowly, as though she was really thinking about whether what came next was right or wrong.
Her lips grazed mine and that’s when I took fucking control.
I reached up and grabbed the back of her head. I kissed her hard. My other hand grabbed her ass and I lifted her. I held her there and started to pump at her, fucking her. My feet were slippery on the floor but I made do. Willow had her feet almost hooked between my legs and she started to ride me.
Oh, fuck, did she ride me.
At one point I could barely keep up with her as she moved with grace and speed. Our kiss quickly became insanely sloppy but I wasn’t going to give up on it. I had been waiting to fuck Willow again since our first time together. I hadn’t had another woman make me come. My only relief was when I jerked off in the shower. And that, for a guy like me, was like throwing a squishy football in the air versus playing in a championship game.
I found footing on the floor and flexed my legs tight. Each time Willow came down, her ass slapped against me. The sound echoed through the entire locker room. I put my head back against the wall and grunted as I felt myself reaching a breaking point. Her forehead touched mine, her mouth opened in a hopeless whimper. I felt her gushing, her pussy clenching against me, leaving me with no choice but to let go.
I sped up and hissed until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
I thrust up and held there, feeling my cock release. The first two spurts were so intense, my calf muscles starting to fucking hurt. I grunted as Willow pressed down on me and started to rock back and forth, leaving her warm depth to continue and sheath me tight. She stayed just like that, going slower and slower. I reached up and grabbed her face. I pulled her down for a kiss. Just a quick kiss.
Willow climbed off me. My cock flopped to one side, still half hard, still pulsing.
“I’m not done yet,” I said.
Willow grabbed her panties and skirt. “But I am, Roman.”
“What?”
“This… this is it. We didn’t talk last time, okay? We just woke up and left. This is a big deal for me.”
I felt my cock still leaking, my balls tingling, refilling for another round.
I stood up, leaving my towel behind. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“If I keep you out of trouble I have a chance to help my career,” she said. “I won’t lie to you. I need your help, Roman. You don’t know what this is like for me. I’m not rich. I have student loan debt out my ass. I might have a real shot here.”
“Okay,” I said. “If that’s how we have to do this. Okay.”
“When things settle after your season starts…”
I grinned. “No, sweetie. I don’t do that shit. You know where my cock is when you need a ride. Leave it at that then.”
Willow turned. “Zip me.”
I grabbed the small zipper and redid her skirt. My hand gently palmed her ass and I groaned.
She reached for my hand and held it. Her back was to me. “I still want you to know that you can talk to me about anything. No matter what.”
Willow then walked away. Just as quick as she came, she was gone. I stood there, butt ass naked, not even bothering to chase her down.
What was the point? If I kept this shit up with her, I’d end up hurting her. Or worse.
I’d end up having her fall for me… or me fall for her.
(Willow)
I got in my car and called Trevor. It was so dumb to think and do. But I needed a distraction. So fucking bad. I couldn’t keep going like that with Roman. It was intense and fun and goddamn, it felt so good.
But it couldn’t go on.
I was stuck on hold waiting for Trevor to answer the phone.
There was no use in trying to get out of the facility parking lot. It had officially become a news scene. There were vans, cars, people lined up, everyone looking to get a piece of the story. There was a secondary gate that had been open and cars were coming in there. I figured someone from the team would need to show up and answer questions and get the press out of there.
Until then, Roman would be stuck in the building. And so would the player he fought.
Was Roman always that rough and wild? Did he have to always fight someone? Couldn’t he just back up and walk away?
No. He couldn’t. That was Roman’s style. A fighter. A beast. A man who walked alone and stood up for himself. My God, that was so fucking hot.
“Hey, Willow,” Trevor’s voice said.
I licked my lips, suddenly wishing I had stayed in the locker room with Roman.
“Hey.”
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah. Just a big shit storm here. Roman…”
“I heard,” Trevor said. “Got into a fist fight with his star wide receiver.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s up with that guy? He’s got something wrong, huh? Maybe too many hits to the head or something.”
Shut up, fuckface.
“Maybe,” I said. “Listen, I never made plans like I said I would. I’m sorry about that.”
“Oh, no. No worries, Willow. I know how it goes.”
You talked to Johnny, you weasel.
I shut my eyes.
I was going to date this guy? And here I was already ju
dging him and bashing him?
“Willow?”
“I’m here. Sorry. Let’s make plans right now.”
“You mean meet right now?”
“No, but pencil something in.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, already seeing that I would have to lead him along.
Shit, imagine if I ended up in bed with him? I’d have to bring a flashlight to show him where my spots were.
Roman knew where to touch me…
“I guess dinner?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Sure. Dinner.”
“Great,” Trevor said. “We’ll have fun. I promise. Now open your schedule book and let’s figure this out. I’m sure two lawyers are better than one.”
I laughed. “I think you’re the only person in the world to ever say that.”
“Hey, you know what they call a bus full of lawyers at the bottom of the ocean?”
“Stop,” I said. “I don’t do lawyer jokes. I’ve heard them all.”
“Okay. Then I’ll have to learn some new jokes to impress you.”
“Maybe I don’t like jokes at all,” I said.
“Noted. No jokes then. We’ll sit and stare at each other. We can discuss case studies and changes to tax law. Now that’s a romantic date.”
I hated to admit it but Trevor had me actually smiling.
“Tell you what,” I said. “Let’s start with an actual time and place to meet.”
“Deal. You make a great lawyer.”
“I’m very convincing,” I said.
I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Roman walking out of the building.
Built like a tank, in jeans and a t-shirt, a gym bag over his shoulder.
My panties were instantly wet.
I should have stayed in there with him…
(Roman)
“We’re supposed to meet the Commissioner in an hour and I get a call that my fucking client is exchanging haymakers with his fucking wide receiver!”
“And?” I asked. “I didn’t get in trouble. I didn’t go to jail.”
“It’s the fucking image!” Mackey yelled at me.
“Listen, Mackey, guys get together and they disagree. They swing. Nothing happened. I hit him. He hit me. Life moves on. That fucking prick had the press there. He loves the goddamn attention.”
“I really don’t care,” Mackey said. “I’m banning you from this meeting.”