Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  He lifted her upright, supported her while she got her footing. The surprise and the touch of pain was exhilarating. She staggered with drunken arousal.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I need you now. Here.”

  Palmer looked her in the eye as she craved him. “No,” he said. “Not now. But soon.” He walked her back out to the pool. He kissed them each on their heads and walked to his car. Jennifer was incensed. She scurried after him.

  “What the -?” she demanded.

  He turned on his heel. He raised an eyebrow. He had a grin on his face but he warned her. “Better watch how you talk to me,” he said, fisting her hair. He kissed her.

  “Why did you come over here if you were going to tease me?” she asked.

  He took a deep breath. “Sort of the same thing you did to me with those pictures. I was at the gym. You completely ruined my work out. Now you have to suffer the consequences.”

  “Well so do you,” she answered, folding her arms across her chest defiantly.

  “Yes and now,” he said. “Remember there are two of you.”

  His words hurt. He saw that.

  “Hey,” he said, raising her chin with his finger. “It’s just a game. I like you a lot. But we have to stop once it hurts in a way it’s not meant to. Clear?”

  “I am fine,” she said.

  “I’ll say,” he winked. “Take your medicine. Look forward to seeing you again.”

  “So no more pictures?” she asked confusedly.

  “Oh my God yes. You are an artist,” he said.

  Finally, Palmer got in his car and was gone.

  Chapter Six

  Jennifer realized that she had feelings for Jonathan Palmer she had not expected to have. What started out as a game ended up being a joke on her. Maybe what he said was true. If the game turned out to be too painful maybe it was time to give it up. That might mean giving up the job with him as well.

  For the next few days while he was finalizing the reorganization of his company and awaiting word on whether the twins would join him in business, Jennifer furiously poured herself into her art.

  “You know,” she said to Caitlin. “There is no reason why we both have to work there. If you really want to, take the job.”

  “I still like the idea of doing our own thing,” said Caitlin.

  “So you are not interested in Jonathan?” asked Jennifer.

  “Not like that,” she answered. “I know he is interested in seeing the both of us again. But if you are not comfortable and you want me to step aside, I can do that.”

  The more Jennifer thought about it, she too liked the idea of venturing out on their own. She worked like crazy on a few ideas. Every so often she would take a break to take a selfie to send to him. Not for any other reason than it was nice to have someone to send one to.

  As an artist her selfies were highly creative. She drew back her shirt and bared her voluptuous breasts.

  “Caitlin!” she called.

  Her twin sister appeared as Jennifer sat with her very full breasts exposed.

  “I want to record you writing something on my boobs in pastel,” she said.

  Caitlin, ever the artist as well, responded by asking, “What color?”

  “I like the teal,” said Jennifer.

  She propped her Nikon up to capture the moment and hit record. Caitlin took the request one step further. Instead of just writing a message on Jennifer’s boobs, she began to create art. She held Jennifer’s huge breast with dainty manicured fingers and applied pastel.

  “Paisleys,” Jennifer requested.

  Caitlin took her time meticulously drawing a detailed design all over Jennifer’s chest. She played up their intimacy for Palmer’s pleasure, moving her face just so close to Jennifer’s. Jennifer held her own breast sometimes so Caitlin could color. She backed up and arched her slight middle so Caitlin could continue the art down further.

  Inspired, Jennifer stood up and dropped her postage-size shorts. She bent over in a similar position that she had been when she posed for Palmer in previous pictures. Caitlin put some designs across her sweet cheeks.

  They stopped the video and took stills. Jennifer sent them to Palmer on an email that read, “I am filthy. Come bathe me.”

  Palmer didn’t respond right away. Then both Caitlin and Jennifer got text invitations to join Palmer in the Beacon Hotel. Even though the Franklin was the local hot spot, the Beacon was a much nicer place. Palmer was in the penthouse suite.

  Jennifer had already bathed by the time their invitation arrived. Jennifer and Caitlin put on fresh dresses and drove over to the hotel. This time Jennifer came prepared. She put together a kit for pleasure. She packed her vibrator, several scarves, a slight pink riding crop and karma sutra honey dust. She encouraged Caitlin to do the same. They also brought clothes for the morning in case they stayed the night, which was likely.

  The invitation was also for dinner. Palmer ordered for them. It was waiting for them on the terrace of the suite when they arrived. There was a slight breeze in the air and the candles on the table flickered beautifully.

  The breeze also lifted the strands of their long blond hair. It almost created a nuisance. Palmer kissed them each hello and led them to the table. As they sat in their chairs, each pulled out by Palmer, Caitlin almost got caught on the chair by her hair.

  “Oh,” she shrieked.

  Palmer took hold of her hair gently, snaking the long stands around his powerful forearm. It inspired him to control her by it.

  “Mmm,” he growled. “The possibilities.”

  His eyes glowed as he looked at Jennifer. It was a deed haunting, seductive look.

  “It’s going to be hard to get through dinner with you looking at me that way,” she smiled.

  “You eat every bite,” he said. “It’s not too much. It was expensive and you’re going to need the fuel,” he said.

  “Yes sir,” she replied saucily.

  Palmer took her fork and fed her a bite. Then he fed Caitlin a bite. Then Jennifer fed him. Caitlin poured the wine all the way around the table. As she passed Palmer, she took his hand and pressed it between his hands between her legs. Jennifer could see from the raised hem of her dress, she was not wearing any panties.

  “Mmm,” he murmured. “Dessert and we haven’t even finished our dinner.”

  Palmer plunged his fingers inside of her. Caitlin arched, with the wine bottle in hand, unable to move as she became aroused.

  It turned Jennifer on to watch. She slipped her sleeve from her body and touched her breast.

  “Ladies,” he said. “I am no longer able to finish my meal. This has strict consequences.”

  He sipped his wine. Jennifer and Caitlin sipped theirs. Jennifer leaned back and spread her knees. She too was bare.

  “My God,” he said. “You two are the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen.”

  He reached out and touched her as well. He was so tender and light. The very sheer touch was very effective. Jennifer’s core clenched as she sucked in her breath. She shivered.

  “I brought toys,” she confessed.

  “Please go and get them,” he said.

  Palmer leaned back in his chair with a great satisfaction and watched as Jennifer unloaded her bag of tricks on the empty chair. Palmer picked up the pink crop and stroked Jennifer between the legs. She paused so that he could do what he wanted.

  He tapped the crop against her. The quick little smarting smacks caused her to draw up with each strike. She bucked each time he lightly hit her.

  “Mmm,” he said. “Do you like that?”

  “I do,” she moaned.

  Caitlin stood still, spread her heels out. “My turn,” she said.

  He tapped her as well with a quick series of hits. The more aroused she grew, the fast he went. He had an amazing ability. His wrist was going a mile a minute. Caitlin’s breathing was intense. It rushed from her like the waves in the sea.

  “Oh m
y,” she stuttered. “Oh my! I am going to cum.”

  Palmer did not let up. He was tapping her with the crop not hard but they were definite smacks. And she was right. She came. Jennifer watch as her body was seized with ecstasy. There was no pretending or faking it. Jennifer recognized it. The change in her voice. The depth from which her cries grew. Palmer had Caitlin calling to her gods, she came that hard.

  She slumped over the table as the orgasm passed through her. Jennifer was frozen, glued to the spectacle. Her body hummed with arousal. She knew of so many ways to get herself off but tapping herself lightly had not occurred to her until now. She needed to try it.

  She sat on the edge of the bed, cocked back her knees, inviting Palmer to hit her with the same easy touch that he had her sister. He looped his powerful arm around Caitlin’s waist and tossed her gently on the bed.

  He attended to Jennifer with his hand. He gave her light little spanks with his fingers. She writhed with delight. Electric wires of pleasure corded up through her and made her wriggle on the bed. She was aching and empty and so so needed. Caitlin was in the same torturous way. There were two sisters but only one of them.

  Palmer drove into Jennifer with raging passion. Caitlin sat up on her haunches and made out with him as he pumped into her sister. Jennifer reached between her legs and pleasured herself. She came hard on him.

  Waves of heated rapture washed through her. Her belly rippled hard with a powerful orgasm. Palmer wrapped his arms around her knees and gave them a squeeze as he drove into her passion-clutching body. It was delicious move.

  He withdrew from her and she rolled over sated with pleasure. Palmer lazily kissed Caitlin. They cuddled and petted. Soon Palmer was inside of her riding her as though he had had sex in forever. While the sweetness of her orgasm was still alive in her body, Jennifer’s arousal was heightened listening to Palmer give Caitlin pleasure.

  Caitlin’s whimpering cries signaled her own climax. Jennifer called the glorious feeling of her own body so exquisitely sensitive as it clamped onto Palmer’s hardness. The three of them were soon pleasure-spent, crumpled figures atop the luxurious mattress of the honeymoon suite.

  Jennifer crawled to get their glasses of wine and brought them back to bed.

  “I wonder how many things in this room turn into beds and places to have sex,” she giggled.

  “Every place is a place to have sex,” replied Caitlin.

  “This is true,” said Jennifer.

  They sipped and recuperated. Caitlin then took the wine glasses from everyone’s hand. She picked up the pink riding crop. She tapped Jennifer’s thighs and then she tapped Palmer’s. Jennifer crawled over to her bag and retrieved her vibrator.

  “Have you ever had a spanking?” Caitlin asked Palmer.

  Jennifer went to work, tantalizing Palmer’s already growing erection.

  “No sweetheart,” he smiled. “I have never had that unique experience. I am usually the top, not the bottom.”

  “Roll over,” Caitlin ordered.

  “Aren’t you cute,” he said. He kissed her sensually and then rolled over.

  Caitlin gave him a smack.

  “Ow!” he laughed. “I didn’t hit you that hard.”

  “Are you complaining?” asked Caitlin.

  “I think he is,” said Jennifer. “That earned him one more.”

  Caitlin landed Palmer’s buttocks with another smarting blow. He reached around and grabbed her playfully. He pinned her onto the mattress and tickled her.

  “I’ll teach you my little dominatrix,” he said.

  Even together they were no match for him. He was such a big and powerful man. Caitlin giggled helplessly. That was one thing Jennifer couldn’t handle. Being tickled. She inched away. Palmer spied her trying to get away.

  “Come here,’ he raised his eyebrow.

  He let up on Caitlin.

  “One,” he stalked.

  “Please no,” she said with a smile.

  “Two,” he counted.

  “I really don’t like it,” she said. “I will be so good if you don’t tickle me.”

  “Hmm,” he said. “How good?”

  “Blow job good,” she said.

  “How about we go try out the jet tub in the bathroom and be good in there,” he said.

  The tub in the honeymoon suite was like a small swimming pool. The water filled rapidly. It roared rapidly from the faucet. The first thing that Caitlin thought to do was the first thing that Jennifer thought to do when Palmer turned on the jets. She tried to pleasure herself on the water forcing through the holes in the sides.

  Palmer sat on the edge of the tub that was surrounded in a pretty wide deck. Jennifer took his erection into her mouth and worked her head up and down with as much pleasurable tightness as she could make her mouth create.

  “You are sooooo good at that,” he complimented.

  He fisted her hair just about too tight. Jennifer gripped the base of him for added sensation as her head continued to bob. She looked up to him, her mouth still where it should be. He was watching Caitlin pleasure herself as Jennifer pleasured him.

  Caitlin began to moan. Jennifer could feel his body tense up. His hips jerked in counter rhythm to her movement. He was going to spew. She didn’t let up, tightening, working up as much wetness as she could. She rubbed on his testicles. She broke from the action on his shaft to lick his balls.

  Palmer guided her mouth quickly onto his cock because the maneuver with her tongue pushed him over the edge of ecstasy. She knew he was going to come. She pistoned on him, working her hand up and down with absolutely no mercy until his cries filled the room.

  Jennifer took enormous satisfaction with the fact that she had pleased him so. She ran the bath water and rinsed her mouth discreetly as Palmer dunked into the tub.

  After their baths, they wrapped up in either giant towels or robes from the hotel. Their food was cold but it was so tasty. They all switched from the wine to ice water. It was very refreshing after such an athletic session.

  Caitlin found a spot on sleigh bed that had its own ottoman. Palmer was on one side of the king mattress and Jennifer was on the other.

  “So Mr. Palmer,” said Jennifer.

  “Mr. Palmer? I may be your boss but you’ve always called me by first name,” he said.

  “I know,” she said. “I was just being, you know, whatever. Caitlin and I have come to a decision.”

  “And what decision would that be?” he asked.

  “We don’t want to come to work for Palmer Ideas,” Jennifer said straight forwardly.

  “I see,” he replied intently. “I understand. This that we have just shared is pretty addictive. It would be super hard to give it up but of course I would. You wouldn’t have to worry about blurred boundaries in the work place.

  “We realize that. We have come to the conclusion that we want to try it out on our own.”

  “As the competition,” Caitlin batted her eyelashes.

  “I see,” he winked. “Whatever I can do to support that I sure would like to. You two women are very talented.”

  Palmer threw his head back like he was saying a prayer.

  “In so many ways,” he added.

  Jennifer giggled. She and her sister were very confident of all of their ability. They were indeed very talented artistically and gifted writers. They would do okay. With his support, even better.

  “Of course,” he said. “I turn away work all of the time. I could use a couple of sub-contractors.”

  “Sub-contractors?” teased Caitlin. “Would we have to wear slave outfits?”

  “Oh my God yes,” he said. “Seriously, be as independent as you want. If you ever need a conference room or fill in an empty office, you have an open invite.”

  “You’re not annoyed?” asked Jennifer.

  “Why would I be?” he asked.

  The way he looked at her made Jennifer melt. If they had met under different circumstances, maybe one on one, she felt like they could have
been in a relationship. She wasn’t sure how that would work given the way things started. Although, she would not have traded the time they spent together for anything. They would make great memories when she and Caitlin were little old ladies.

  “Well after all the silliness of thinking you went back on your word,” she said.

  “Well you got silliness back. I put through a test and played with your heads,” he replied.

  “You played with other things too,” Jennifer purred.

  “The purest pleasure I’ve ever known,” he said.

  He looked longingly into her eyes. Jennifer turned to her sister who she knew was thinking about all of it.

  “Ours too, huh Cait?” Jennifer asked.

  “Without a doubt,” replied Caitlin. “Ours too.”

  A Leap of Faith

  in a Billionaire Cowboy

  By: Erin Walsh

  A Leap of Faith in a Billionaire Cowboy

  © Erin Walsh 2016 – All rights reserved

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