Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  “Why?” she defied. “You know what you’re looking for. I don’t have to.”

  Chapter Seven

  He arched his brow. “Everleigh, let’s have a conversation.”

  He didn’t force her to show him what she had in her hands. Instead, he encouraged her to walk ahead of him out into the main room of the home.

  “I’d like to use that radio if the offer is still good,” she said nervously.

  “Of course it’s still good,” he said. “Please sit for a moment.”

  Everleigh evaded eye contact.

  “Hey,” he insisted. “You let me into your body but now you won’t look at me? What happened just now?”

  “It’s just things are a little strange,” she said vaguely.

  “Yes they are,” he agreed. “But we are decent, are we not? And we’re actually pretty good together, aren’t we?”

  Everleigh had no argument. Good was not even the word for it. Their chemistry together was positively narcotic. Never in her wildest hopes and dreams did she ever think she would experience this level of passion with another. Not ever. To think she was down in the dumps about being given the boot by a guy who she hadn’t even slept with. She thought he was nice. She thought he was cute. But looking back on him and other guys, they were so much work. Ben was nothing but ease. And he was so tremendously considerate. She owed him at least that much.

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  “You don’t have to apologize,” he began. But she interrupted him.

  “I do. You saved my life. You’ve given me shelter and safety, and acted nothing less than trustworthy. You’ve given me precious moments that I will treasure forever. If we go our own ways after the weather lets up and the roads open. I’ve had some wild thoughts, but the bottom line is I know you to be a good guy.”

  She leaned into him and kissed him softly. Then again. Still the smoldering embers that burned for them fanned. And flamed. She reached for his buttons.

  “My goodness,” she said. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes. All that hard work you did.”

  She pushed the damp shirt from his sexy body.

  “I think we need a fire in the fireplace,” she said.

  “That’s simple enough,” he said. He grabbed a remote and instant fire.

  Everleigh encouraged him to sprawl atop the very unusual rug that spread before the hearth.

  “What is this made of?” she asked.

  “Hemp,” he replied. “No animal products in the home.”

  She smiled. Of course not, she thought. The stew had been vegetarian. It was weird but Everleigh believed she knew what she knew.

  Once Ben was flat on the floor, she straddled his amazing physique. His back was so broad and sturdy, she mused she could set it for dinner. She loved that she could spread her hands all over him. That she was free to touch him anyway she liked. She remembered seeing lotion in the bathroom.

  “Wait,” she said. And she dashed to get it. She returned to her position on his buttocks.

  She warmed the lotion in her hands and let them swim all over him. With as much pressure as she could exert, she worked his muscles in ways she thought she hadn’t seen done before. She had never had a massage before herself and so in some ways, she was just guessing.

  Then she felt herself transform. She felt herself being guided by instinct. It was as if some force had possessed her and she now had ancient knowledge over how to work his body.

  Ben moaned beneath her ministrations. She splayed her palms over his gigantic biceps, and her hands didn’t even span them. She could not grip any sort of loose or flabby flesh on him at all but still she kept pressing.

  She peeled off her own shirt. She was naked from the waist up. She felt primal. Like a warrior princess. She pressed her rain-chilled naked breasts against his hot, muscled back and warmed herself.

  He moaned again and stirred beneath her. His turning over on his backside was like a minor earthquake. Everleigh had to consciously maintain balance or fall off of him. He liked that he saw her naked when he turned over. He reached his molten hands to her breasts and possessed them.

  Ben looked into Everleigh’s eyes. The look was positively animal. It was pure sex. She knew that he meant to take over. To massage her in return but she was not done. As he began to knead, she gently corralled his hands, putting them by his side.

  “No,” she said with playful firmness.

  She worked his stone-like pecs and across the grid of muscles that was his six-pack, down to his luscious, firm but narrow hips. She gripped his incredibly huge thigh muscles all the way down to his ankles.

  “Come here,” he said firmly.

  In the process of giving him her version of a massage, Ben had achieved a lusciously hard erection. On sight, Everleigh needed his beast inside of her. She stood up, making a V with her legs over him. She unfastened her pants as he watched. And she slowly stripped the rest of her clothes off of her. She walked up over his chest so that he had a bird’s eye view of the area between her legs. Everleigh was thrilled by her stint of exhibitionism. He loved it.

  Ben reached up behind her knees and knocked them gently, causing them to buckle. As she sank, his hands glided up the length of them, to the soft insides of her thighs and beyond. His fingers found her center, vulnerably displayed before him as she sank to impale herself on his erection. He knew just where to touch.

  He pressed and swirled as she squirmed on him. She made circles with her hips, the very tip of him pressing against her womb. He filled her so completely. She could hardly move, the feel of him thrilled her so. She was so wet that when she touched herself, her fingers glistened with her own moisture.

  He took her wet fingertips and touched them to his tongue. He swirled his tongue around their tips before sucking them into his mouth. The sensation of his wet, soft, spongy mouth around her was so wicked. So kinky. It caused her to draw up tight around his hardness.

  Everleigh pressed her knees on the ground and pistoned up and down off of him. Her legs were powerful, so she was able to create very controlled movements on him. She was so lubricated that she slid up and down him with ease.

  He gripped her hips and moved them back and forth as she moved up and down. He also lifted himself up and moved into her. There was no rest or break from intense pleasure. It had no alternative but to build inside of her.

  Everleigh felt the unmistakable transition from simple sensual contact to the trek up the wondrous summit of rapture. She was so stimulated in every possible way. She felt so at ease with Ben. She could let go and experience fully.

  He delved between the cheeks of her buttocks to the deep recessed opening and toyed. The puckered, rigid entrance was unbelievably sensitive. The added sensory caused Everleigh to draw up even more tightly on him. It was all the nudge she needed. She tumbled headlong into a glorious orgasm. Ripple after spasm of sweet bliss washed through her in warm, pleasurable waves. She was stunned as she simmered in it.

  The pleasured seizing of her body triggered his ecstasy and Ben came with her. The two of them writhed in the powerful throes of the ultimate sweetness. Everleigh moved until she could move no more. He guided her sideways down to the hemp rug so that they could spoon before the power came back on. The wonder of their passion still rippling through them.

  Chapter Eight

  Ben got up and disappeared. Everleigh heard the flow of tub water. He reappeared with a handheld which worked in conjunction with a radio. He showed her how to operate it. Everleigh got a message to the police who promised to deliver it to her friends that she was okay. It was a major load off of her shoulders.

  As he was a very large man, he had a very large tub. It was a tub with jets which was even nicer. He invited her to join him. He perfumed the water with a light oil. She leaned against him as he rubbed her neck and shoulders, coming up beneath her arms and cupping her breasts. He craned his neck to capture her mouth with a hot, wet, soft kiss.

  She could feel him gett
ing hard. His erection pressed up between the cleft of her buttocks, grazing that opening. With his large and powerful hand, he cupped her sex. He owned it. He slipped a finger inside of her as his thumb lazily grazed her sensitive nub. He lowered his fingers to the other opening and oiled with the scented water. She was slippery.

  He touched himself, slicking up his erection as well with the oily water. Then he replaced his fingers inside of her, pressing her pubic bone to work her up. She ached once more for him. But he filled her in a new place. It was the first time anyone had taken her there and it was so intensely exciting that within a couple of thrusts, she was coming.

  She had relaxed as Ben pushed into her, easing into her by segments with each thrust. By the time he was buried in her, her pussy vibrated with the hardest orgasm ever. Everleigh wailed at the top of lungs to shout her excitement. It was a plaintiff wail of pleasure and she could not cry out loud enough.

  He came as quickly. They remained joined for just a second to linger in their pleasure just a little bit longer before withdrawing from each other. They rinsed off and released the water. Ben laid out a giant sheet towel for her before leaving her to her privacy.

  He also had a very nice robe for her. It was way too big but it was snuggly. She emerged from the bathroom completely doped from the effects of their sex. She never thought it was possible to have such a complete and total effect of sex on her, let alone a lingering one. It was like she was high.

  She joined him in the main room. It was time for bed. He had a lovely bedtime snack for them – cobbler doused with berries and cream. He spoon-fed her, stealing kisses from her in between each bite. As they ate, they heard the radio. It was the sheriff’s office. The road would not be opened until tomorrow at least. The sheriff wanted to know if that was going to be okay with them seeing as they were in an unusual situation.

  Ben and Everleigh looked at each other with longing and wicked knowledge as they listened to the sheriff apprise them of the situation.

  “That’s fine with us,” said Ben. “Everleigh?” he asked, so that she could speak for herself.

  “Yeah, fine,” she said.

  Her belly full, her body sated, Everleigh curled up in front of the fire with Ben and slept.

  Chapter Nine

  Everleigh awoke itching like crazy.

  “Hang on,” he said. And flipped on a light. “Let’s have a look.”

  Everleigh didn’t have to look. She knew what it was. When she had been forced to lay in the thicket of forest plants, she knew one was bound to give her an allergic reaction. She had a patch of raised, oozing blisters on her behind.

  “I have just the thing for it,” he said.

  “I am so sorry for waking you up like this,” she said.

  He kissed her on the forehead. “Waking up next to a beautiful, naked woman? I don’t mind. Or is that, naked, beautiful woman? Either way.” He winked.

  Everleigh decided it was worth it to wake him just for that.

  He returned with a dark bottle and a cotton ball. He sat in an overstuffed chair and patted his thigh.

  “What?” she asked.

  He grinned. “You know what. Come here and get across my lap.”

  Everleigh would do just about anything with him. She did as he said but it was slow going. Once she was in grabbing distance, he lifted her with ease and almost sent her across his lap.

  He tipped the bottle into the cotton. He dabbed. It stung like crazy. And then it had a minty-like quality that knocked the itch right off of her.

  “What is that?” she asked.

  “It’s a combination of herbs. A little witch hazel. A little lemon balm. A little rubbing alcohol,” he said.

  Ben very thoroughly examined her for outbreaks, swabbing each one. Everleigh giggled.

  “Well let’s see. You tended to my wound from the trap. You’re tending to my poison ivy. You have a potion for just about everything. You have a lot of practice playing doctor,” she said.

  “I do,” he said. He slipped his finger inside of her.

  Everleigh rolled over on his lap and looked up at him. “So what do you do? Hang out in the forest by day and run your cozy little cabin by night?”

  “Sure,” he leaned down and kissed her. “Same as you. I am a nurse practitioner.”

  “You’re a nurse?” Everleigh’s eyes bugged. “Oh, that is so hot. I have to say it again. That is so freakin’ hot. Oh my goodness. I have such a dirty mind right now just thinking of the possibilities.”

  Ben laughed. “Behave,” he said.

  “I can’t,” she wriggled and giggled. “I can’t get over you in scrubs telling me this won’t hurt a bit.”

  Ben flipped her over on his lap and gave her buttocks a swat.

  “Yow!” she yipped.

  “Shhh,” he said.

  “No,” she cooed.

  He swatted her again.

  “That’s two,” he said. “Don’t make me get to three.”

  “What happens then?” she asked softly.

  “Oh, I am afraid then I have to put you on sex restriction,” he said.

  “Won’t that mean you’re punished too?” she asked.

  “Oh yeah,” he said. “Better go ahead and get to three then.”

  He swatted her again.

  In a very controlled movement, he dove down with her on him, and in a sly move, entered her on their makeshift bed. They made love very quickly and turned out the lights.

  Chapter Ten

  The cabin was very warm when they awoke the next morning. That meant to Everleigh that the sun must be out. The weather had dried up. She raised her head and spied out the window. Yes. It had. There was a little sadness in her that her adventure was just about to come to an end. Ben had already risen and made coffee.

  He entered the room with a couple of cups in his hands and just gazed at her.

  “You have me a disadvantage, Nurse Ben. I am naked here on the floor,” she smiled.

  “Sounds like you have the advantage over me,” he grinned.

  Everleigh rose with the blankets around her, and received the coffee. It was delicious. He lowered down to the floor to join her. As they were sharing a peaceful moment, there was a rustle outside of the cabin. It couldn’t be the wind; the weather had calmed. There was a second noise.

  “Excuse me,” said Ben. He was polite to her but there was something unmistakably predatory in his eye.

  “Where you going?” she asked.

  He didn’t say. Outside it sounded like something was running around. She rose to the window with the blanket wrapped around her like a dress. The man who had attacked her pressed himself against the window and snarled. Everleigh stepped back with such a fright, she could only falter, unable to make a sound, and barely breathe.

  The man had brought a couple of friends. They were darting around here and there circling the place. Ben drew down the blinds of the cabin and told her to go lock herself in the bathroom. He handed her the radio. He disappeared outside.

  Everleigh did as she was told. It was super hard to just sit there and wait it out. She heard a terrible commotion and growling. The noise of a terrible beast sounding his power outside, and a commotion which sounded like battle. She sat on the commode, dressed in her hiking clothes, gripping the radio but pressing her hands to her ears.

  Despite her doing whatever she could to shut out whatever was going on outside, she could hear the yips and high-pitched squeals, and a couple of thuds against the cabin. The growls threatened to shake the roof off. It felt like the whole thing went on forever but it was over in just a few minutes. She heard the door open and close, and waited for Ben to knock on the bathroom door to announce he had taken care of everything.

  It was awfully quiet. Too quiet. It occurred to her that maybe the wrong person had entered the house. She had very specific instructions to wait in the bathroom until he gave her the word. Only he wasn’t giving her the word.

  She heard sound. She pressed her ear to the door. U
ltra-heavy footsteps padding around and a low grumbling like those an animal might make. Finally, she heard whatever it was collapse. Everleigh disregarded what Ben had told her and peeked her head out of the bathroom door.

  “Ben?” she called.

  “Over here,” he answered.

  She stepped out cautiously. She traveled to towards the main room, there was a clump of fur on the floor. She stopped, clenched her eyes and took a deep breath. She spied Ben in a chair.

  She gathered their coffee cups and went into the kitchen to freshen them. She brought him a coffee. He looked like he was whipped.

  “Are you okay?” she asked. “Is there something I should do?”

  He looked at her with big, almost sad eyes. “Come here,” he said.

  He took her into him with his very powerful, very large arm. He was so warm and cozy. He felt so good. But she was concerned.

  “Seriously, are you okay?” she asked.

  He looked at her and answered earnestly. “I am. A little worse for wear but I am okay. I’ll be better in a little bit. Just need to sit. Those guys are gone for good. I am going to have some trail mix. That should make me feel pretty good.”

  Ben seemed weak to her. She went to the cupboard and scooped out trail mix he had in a tin. She sat in his lap and fed it to him.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

  “I am. The road is opened. I can take you home if you like,” he said.

  “I would really appreciate it,” she said lazily. “Am I going to see you again?”

  “You better,” he said.

  “You know what I want?” she whispered.

  “What’s that?” he whispered back.

  “I want to be laying in my bed, naked. Windows open and have you come to me,” she said.

  Ben’s fingers found her hot center. “It’s not quite time for us to leave. Now here’s what I want,” he said. “I want you to tell me this thing that you want in blistering detail.”