Anaconda: A Sexy Romantic Comedy

by Landish, Lauren

  I shake my head. “And the paparazzi are relentless, always coming at you when you least expect them, trying to get another embarrassing shot to sell to the papers.”

  “That does sound like it sucks,” Brianna says. “And it’s partly why I’d never want to be a celebrity. I couldn’t handle all that scrutiny.”

  I nod. “Good. You’d hate it. I have to admit, at first, I loved the fame and fortune. The money’s nice for sure. I have a big ego.”

  “And a big . . .” Brianna says with a soft laugh, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

  I laugh, glad to feel a bit of humor in all of this, and continue. “But after a while, it gets old. A part of me wants my old life back. Just plain old Gavin.”

  Brianna gives me an inquisitive look. “What’s stopping you from giving it up then? Retire from football, do this movie, and walk away.”

  I scratch at the stubble on my jaw, the stubble that I’m supposed to keep for my role, and think. “I guess I just don’t want to disappoint anyone. My teammates, my coach, my family—all of them, in some way or another, depend on me. And I don’t want them to think of me as a quitter.”

  Brianna places a soft, gentle hand on my thigh and fixes me with a deep look. “I can understand that.”

  Warmth heats my stomach and my cock hardens in my pants. It doesn’t care about the emotions I’m showing. It just loves the touch of her hand on me. “So yeah, when you mention the money and the fame . . . it doesn't mean much to me. It can’t replace a real person or the emptiness inside.”

  “Are you?” she asks softly.

  My breath is heavy, and I turn to her, feeling exposed but liking it. “Am I what?”

  Brianna stares into my eyes and leans close, her natural perfume overcoming the smell of the apartment. “Are you empty inside?”

  Her words hit me hard. I’ve been the way I have been because I’ve been looking for something for so long, and now I think I’ve . . .

  I begin to shake my head. “I don't think so anymore—”

  “AH-CHOO!” Brianna sneezes violently, spraying my face with a gentle mist. I rear back, surprised, and she covers her mouth and nose, shocked and embarrassed.

  “Oh, my God!” She gasps in embarrassment, her face flaming red as she tries to lift her shirt to wipe at my face. “I’m so fucking sorry. It’s just that this goddamn dusty ass old couch—”

  I hook my hand beneath her chin, bringing her eyes to mine. “Don’t worry about it. I want you, Brianna. Every bit of you. Snot and all.”

  “You’re really weird!” Brianna gets out before she has to laugh, and after a second, I can’t help it and join in. Somewhere in that laughter, I draw her to me and our lips smash together.

  My hands move on their own, running over her lush curves, hungry to feel her as she groans into my mouth. The couch creaks as she falls back and I get on top of her, greedily kissing her, my lips all over her body. I’m starving, and I’m going to have my fill.

  My hands find her breast. Her nipples are hard, and I pinch them lightly through her shirt, making her moan and push my head down. “Gavin, I need you.”

  I look up, my heart pounding in my chest as I admit the truth. “I need you, too.”

  Brianna strokes my hair and smiles, swallowing. “Then not on the couch . . . or my bed.” She chuckles. She looks at me with lust. “The floor?”

  I look at the suspect carpet, and she laughs, getting off the couch and pulling her t-shirt off. “I’ll go get a sheet. Trust me, those I get from the hotel. Don’t tell Vandenburgh.”

  I chuckle and shake my head, kissing her hungrily as we get to our feet and her hands roam over my back, lightly scratching me through my shirt. “Your secrets are safe with me.”

  Brianna walks down the dim hallway, tossing me a smoldering look over her shoulder as she disappears into the next room. “And you’re wearing too many clothes!”

  I laugh and start stripping, listening as I hear a closet open before a quiet minute passes. When Brianna comes out of what I guess is her bedroom, she’s fully stripped, wearing the sheet around her body like a toga, and my cock surges, standing straight out from my body as she smiles.

  I pull her close and kiss her deeply, the sheet between us adding to the whole feeling. I can feel her hard nipples against my chest and the warmth of her skin as my cock presses against her hip, my hand going down to cup her ass and squeezing.

  She moans as I kiss down her neck to suck at her throat, half squatting. I sink to my knees as I kiss over the cotton, sucking at her nipples and making her gasp as I tug on the fold of the sheet, working my way inside. “What are you doing?”

  “Keep the toga on and I’ll give you a special treat,” I say before kissing the soft skin of her hip. She moans, and her hand pushes on my head through the sheet. I know what she wants, and it’s the only thing on my mind too.

  I ease Brianna’s thighs apart with soft butterfly kisses until I can see the pink wetness of her pussy, and I lick, relishing her tangy sweet essence. It’s sexy and erotic. I can’t even see her breasts with the way she’s holding the sheet as I suck and nibble on her pussy lips before lapping at her clit.

  “Gavin,” she gasps breathlessly as I torture her clit with the tip of my tongue, circling it over and over before flicking it quickly. I slide a hand up the inside of her thigh, and slide two fingers inside, pumping them in and out in time to my tongue.

  “Mmm,” I moan into her pussy as she clenches at my fingers, her body wanting more. I slide in a third finger, knowing that if I’m going to have her, I still need to warm her up.

  “Fuck!” Brianna says, half stumbling back. I hold her up with one hand on her ass as I suck her clit, my other hand pumping my three fingers in and out of her fast and deep. As I feel her rise up in the wave of her impending orgasm, my cock is hard and throbbing in front of me.

  “Come for me,” I say, pulling my head back just long enough to say it before I bury my mouth in her pussy again, sucking her clit hard before biting it lightly. Brianna screams in lust, and I feel her ass shake in my hand as she starts to come, the wetness soaking my chin before I can pull myself down and drink the rest of what she releases.

  I stand up, kissing my way up her tummy as I pull the sheet away to kiss her breasts before reaching her lips, kissing them gently before my own passion rises up and my own needs take over.

  “I didn’t think I could keep standing,” Brianna says breathlessly, laughing gently as she kisses me back. Her soft hand wraps around my cock as our tongues swirl, and she smiles as she pulls back. “You have no idea how good you are at that.”

  I laugh, stroking her hair. “Better than I am at acting, that’s for sure.”

  Brianna laughs and kisses me again, kissing down to my chest. I suck in a deep breath as she runs her hands down my chest, sliding her fingers along the ridges of my abs before grabbing my ass and squeezing.

  She sinks to get down on her knees, and she holds my cock in both hands, looking up at me with the innocent wanton look that makes me so fucking horny. She pumps me with both hands as she licks her lips. “And how good am I at this?”

  I don’t have a chance to reply before she opens her mouth and runs her tongue over the head of my cock, teasing around the flare before gently sucking my head.

  “Fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back. Her sweet little lips feel so good around my cock.

  Brianna hums sweetly as she begins slurping and sucking my cock, reaching down to rub her pussy. She wants more, and I want to give her more.

  She takes as much of my cock as she can in this position, stroking it and bobbing her head in tandem, slightly gagging on it, but I don’t want to force her. She holds my shaft in one hand and slowly massages my balls with the other, pulling to control the fire in my cock and helping draw it out. I groan again as they tighten and become full in her grasp, and I know that I’m going to come if she keeps this up.

  “Fuck,” I gasp, pulling back carefully and watching as she slurps the las
t bit of my cock, a line of spit dripping from the tip as she looks at me with questioning eyes. “You keep that up, and this’ll be over too fast.”

  My balls are aching. I want to come so badly, and Brianna gasps, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. But as good as her mouth is, I want more.

  “Why?” she asks, looking disappointed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “I don’t mind.”

  “Are you ready?” I ask her, ignoring her question to pull her to her feet and kiss her, stroking her back and cupping her ass again.

  “For what?” she asks breathlessly, her thighs trembling slightly. She was probably close to getting off again. But she needn't worry. I’m about to blow her mind. If she lets me.

  I hesitate. I don’t know if she’s into it or not, but I have this burning need. The only problem is, I don't know if she’ll curse me and kick me out.

  But looking at her, I have the feeling that if I don't take the opportunity to at least find out, I’ll be sorry. You only live once.

  Fuck it. Just say it.

  “Anal,” I reply.

  Chapter 21

  Brianna

  His words hang in the air, and the first thought that goes through my mind is Holy. Fuck.

  My eyes widen in surprise, and I can’t help but stare at that gigantic hard cock that’s still slick with my saliva. He wants to put that big thing in my ass? My thighs tremble, either from anxiety or anticipation.

  “I . . . I’ve never done that before,” I whisper, afraid. My heart is pounding like a war drum. I’ve never given much thought to anal beyond a few casual thoughts and loving the feel of Gavin’s hands kneading my ass. But if I was sore before . . .

  “I’ll be gentle,” Gavin says, sensing my thoughts.

  I place a hand to my throat, sucking in a deep breath. A part of me wants to tell him no, but another is turned on by the idea. I didn’t think I could take him in my pussy, and he blew my mind. I for damn sure didn’t think I could deep throat him, but when I did . . .

  “There’s some lube in the cabinet, above the right counter,” I hear myself say.

  Oh, my God, what am I doing?

  Gavin arches an eyebrow. “Done this before?”

  I chuckle. “No. There are other uses for it, you know.”

  He laughs and turns, his ass flexing and making my thighs quiver as he walks away. I shiver again as I see his cock ready for me, and with each step, my eyes are glued to it as he walks over and comes back with the small bottle.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, setting it down on the raggedy end table. “I’m not gonna lie, I want to. But I don’t want you to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”

  I swallow thickly and nod. I’m scared but excited. “Yes,” I whisper, spreading out my sheet on the carpet. “I trust you.”

  He sighs in relief, then he looks at me, a little nervous. “So, how do you wanna do this? Missionary or doggy? I suppose it doesn't matter.”

  I think about it for a minute, thinking how I want it. Finally, I know what I want. I want to see him. “Missionary.”

  “Missionary it is,” he says, grinning and pulling me close. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Putting my hands on my hips, I step back and sink to the sheet, looking up at him nervously.

  Gavin grins, and I lie back, spreading my legs and pulling my knees up. He walks over to the couch, getting my cleanest cushion, lifting my hips a little, and tucking it under me. I can feel the difference immediately—my ass is more exposed to him, and I feel open, vulnerable, but thrilled at the same time.

  “Pull your knees up a little more,” he says, his voice soft and commanding. “And relax. I’m going to rub it in.”

  My heart begins to pound and race as I do as he says. Oh, my God, I can’t believe I'm doing this. “Like this?”

  “Fucking beautiful,” I hear him mutter. “Perfect.”

  I shiver, my limbs coursing with anxiety and excitement. I watch him coat his finger in the lube before he blinks and looks at me. “Rub yourself slowly. It’s supposed to help.”

  The cool sensation of the substance causes me to let out a little gasp, and I groan, my right hand going to my pussy to rub as he massages my virgin asshole. My eyes roll back, and I gasp in a little bit of pain as he slips inside, my ass immediately feeling filled as he rubs his finger inside me. “Fuuuu . . .”

  “Easy, easy,” Gavin says. “Don’t start tensing up on me already. The key is to relax. If anything, push out.”

  I try as he says, and I feel him work into me, my fear easing as he slides his finger in and out of my asshole, opening me up slowly until he adds a second finger, and I feel sexy. Filled. Vulnerable. His. He pulls out and wipes his fingers on the sheet before taking a condom out of his wallet and rolling it on before applying a fresh layer of lube on his cock. He gets up, rising above me and starting to bend down.

  I look at him with excitement and also some hesitation. “Gavin?”

  “Yes, Bri?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness as he presses the big head of his cock against my asshole, pausing. He’s worried that I’m going to change my mind, but that’s the last thing on my mind.

  “I trust you,” I repeat to him again.

  He smiles and starts to push. There’s a moment of pain at first as my already stretched asshole is stretched even further, and I hiss, nodding when Gavin gives me a look. “Do it.”

  The pain grows to agony for a second, but then he slips inside, my ass tightening around his cock, and I feel him slide into my deepest, most taboo place. He’s huge, but he takes his time, slowly opening me up. It’s strange, but my body seems to want to keep pushing him back out, and once he starts in past where his fingers reached, the pain starts again, but the look in his eyes as he mounts me drives me to keep going.

  He groans as he slips in and out. “You okay?”

  “Give it to me,” I gasp, the need to feel him take me overcoming the pain. Also, my ass is loosening. He’s taking me, and it’s starting to feel good as he starts to rub against my ass, my fingers rubbing my pussy and adding to it all.

  Gavin goes in slow strokes so that I’m slowly opened up, the pain and pleasure mixing into a heady mixture that’s addictive. Gavin takes my hand off my pussy and replaces it with his own as he gets all the way in, stroking slowly and matching it with his thumb, making me feel a fire in my core that slowly spreads all over my body as he speeds up, his thick cock driving me wilder than ever.

  His balls slap against my ass cheeks as he starts to fuck me harder. The sound of our flesh bounces off the walls, making me grunt with him. I reach down, grabbing my knees and hissing.

  It hits me hard, different, like a lightning bolt with almost no warning. I’m screaming, coming as I feel him cry out, coming deep in my ass, the condom catching it. Part of me wishes it wasn’t there. I want to feel his come inside me.

  I collapse, Gavin beside me as he holds me, his cock still in my ass as he rolls me, pulling me on top as we both breathe deeply, trying to recover. Finally, I smile, putting my head on his shoulder. “That was amazing.”

  He grins, stroking my hair. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I was worried you’d throw me out when I asked.”

  I laugh and turn to kiss his lips gently. “No, I don’t think I have any limits with you. Everything you do, you wake me up. You make me feel sexier and hotter than I’ve ever felt before.”

  Gavin smiles and kisses my nose. “Thank you.”

  I frown and purse my lips as I feel him slip out of my ass. “But I’m pretty sure I’m not walking straight for at least a week.”

  Gavin laughs. “You definitely earned it. Just think how Mindy’s gonna react when you waddle into the coffee shop tomorrow.”

  I punch him in the side, laughing. “Hey, how would you like if I put a damn log up your ass right before a game and then joked about it?”

  Gavin winces a little from my punch but still laughs. “Not very much, but you�
�ve gotta admit it felt good.”

  “It did,” I say, my fingers trembling as I trace his lips. “Thank you.”

  “No,” he says, pulling me into his arms. “Thank you.”

  Chapter 22

  Gavin

  My eyes flutter open at a knocking sound. Beside me, Brianna is snoring softly, her head on my chest. It’s dark in the room, and the smell of dust hits my nostrils. I wiggle my toes, which are halfway hanging off her twin-sized bed. We’d come here after using her tiny little shower to clean up, both of us so exhausted. I can barely fit on this thing with her, even with her using me as her body pillow. The mattress sucks too. My back would be fucked up for days if I had to sleep on this thing all the time.

  Bump.

  What the fuck was that? I’m immediately on edge, my heart racing. It’s just my fucking luck if someone is trying to break in the first night that I have her this way. But I guess that’s a good thing. She won’t be taken advantage of. I can protect her. I look around for an object I can use as a weapon, anything, when I see it.

  Moonlight is shining through the window and onto the wall, right on the ugly creature’s face. It stares back at me with beady little eyes, defiant. This is his house, he’s saying. The humans are just sort of bringing in the food. When he sees me move, he scurries off into a tiny hole in the wall and I hear bumping noises and squealing.

  There must be a whole family of those fuckers in there. Sounds like there are more rats than people in this building, and Brianna’s apartment is their Grand Central Station.

  Now that I know there’s no intruder, I relax, but I can't help but feel anger tightening my stomach. Brianna shouldn’t be in a place like this. Here I am, living in the best of places. Everything is handed to me on a silver platter. And she’s living here in this hell hole with a family of rats.