Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Irons, Aubrey

  She slides back onto my lap, her legs on either side of mine, and I tear the foil packet with my teeth and start to roll the condom down.

  “Just- just go slow, okay?” She says quickly, her eyes glued to my cock throbbing between us. “You are not small.”

  “I take it Paul doesn’t stack up?”

  She groans. “Oh my God, can we please shut up about Paul?” She rolls her eyes before she locks them onto mine. “There is no Paul and you damn well know that.”

  Knew it.

  I pull her back to me, bruising her lips with my mouth as she melts against me. My mouth drops to her chest, and she sighs and coos as I take one of her nipples between my teeth, running my tongue across it.

  She reaches between us and wraps her hand around my cock, centering it as she starts to ease down on me.

  “Dalton-” she pauses, and I look up to see her biting her lip.

  “This- this doesn’t change anything between us, you know.”

  I almost want to laugh. “Excuse me?”

  “It’s just…”

  I raise a brow. “Stress relief?”

  “Yeah, that,” she says quickly. Her eyes meet mine. “Look, I’m serious. This doesn’t change anything because it can’t.”

  Her being so adamant pisses me off slightly, but of course, not enough to kill my raging hard-on for her.

  Not enough that I’m not going to fill her with every single inch of my cock until she comes harder than she’s ever come before.

  I start to pull her down, my head resting at her entrance and that look of sweet bliss on her face.

  “Darlin, I can promise you.” My hand slips into her hair, and I pull on it just enough for her to gasp, tilting her neck up towards my lips as she moans.

  “By the time I’m done with you, nothing is going be the same.”

  34

  Dalton

  “Dalton-”

  My hands pull on her hips, and her words catch in her throat as she drops her head back and moans. I ease the head of my cock against her dripping wet opening, and as I start to push inside, her mouth opens in this sexy little “O” shape.

  “Oh my, fuck-” Hailey’s eyes roll back in her head with this look of bliss on her face as I start to push inside, slowly sliding every single inch I’ve got to give inside of her.

  Fucking hell, this is everything I’ve been waiting for. She’s impossibly tight, her walls gripping me like a velvet glove as my hands on her hips slowly pull her all the way down. She’s gasping, and moaning, and clawing at my arms and shoulders, and when I sink those final two inches inside of her, the sexiest fucking moan in the world just erupts from her lips.

  “Holy shit, Dalton…”

  Her eyes fly open and meet mine, her breath coming ragged as I feel her insanely tight pussy clench at me. “God you’re big,” she moans, biting her lip as she grinds slowly on my cock.

  I grin. “Yeah, I’ve heard.”

  She starts to roll her eyes, but I grab her jaw and kiss her hard. “Feel okay?”

  “It feels fucking fantastic,” she moans, grinding and rocking her hips on me buried deep inside of her.

  “Good,” I growl, grabbing her hair again. “Cause now I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

  My hands slide to her hips and I slowly lift her up, feeling her pussy grip at every inch of me. I hold her there with just the head inside of her, teasing her, before I pull her back down, sheathing my cock back inside her.

  She cries out and starts to rock on me. I bring my mouth to her neck to leave marks across her skin. Her moans are like honey in my ears as she starts to slowly slide up and down my cock, her body rocking against mine, her hands clawing at my chest.

  “Oh my God, Dalton…” she’s gasping, her head rolling as she lets me start to guide her up and down my shaft. Her cheeks are flushed and her sexy fucking perfectly pink nipples are begging for attention as I wrap my lips around one and suck hard.

  “God it’s so good…” she moans out, her hips undulating against me and her pussy sucking me deep on every thrust. She starts to whimper louder and louder, her mouth hanging open as I grind my cock deep inside her again and again.

  Calm, cool, unflappable Hailey Garrison is going to fucking pieces on my cock, and I love it.

  “So this doesn’t change a thing huh?” I growl into her ear, feeling her pussy clench at me as my voice rumbles through her body.

  “Nope,” she whimpers quickly, shaking her head and biting her lip.

  “Except nothing else will ever compare after I make you come on this big cock,” I growl into her ear, loving the way her breath catches at my words.

  “Anyone ever tell you you’re full of yourself?” She moans, rocking her hips a bit faster as she slides wetly up and down my shaft.

  “Says the girl very full of me at the moment,” I say, biting her earlobe and making her gasp. “And yeah, they have.”

  My hands slide over her ass, grabbing and kneading the flesh there before I bring my palm down again across it, making her moan. “Besides, I’m willing to bet you’ve never been fucked the way I know you need to be,” I growl into her ear. “Not by Paul, or any other guy real or made up.”

  “Big words,” she gasps out. “You know, you don’t know who I’ve dated before. You sure you want to make that bet?”

  The sudden thought of her with anyone else has me seeing red. I stand suddenly, lifting her with me, and she gasps as I flip us around. I push her back into the chair without ever pulling out of her, spread her legs wide, and start to fuck her hard and deep, like I’m claiming her.

  Because she’s mine.

  “Oh my Goooodd!” She cries out, gasping as I rock into her with long, deep strokes. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she’s moaning and fucking me right back, her pace matching mine. I lean down and clamp my lips around a nipple, my hands gripping her waist tightly as she starts to go to pieces beneath me.

  “Yeah, darlin,” I growl into her ear, my muscles rippling as I roll my hips against her again and again, feeling her juices drip down my balls. “I’m pretty fucking sure I want to make that bet.”

  I kiss her fiercely, swallowing her moans and feeling her start to shake and quiver beneath me, her pussy clutching at me like she never wants me to pull it out.

  “And I’m pretty fucking sure I’m going to make you come on my cock. Right. Fucking. Now.”

  I enunciate every word with a deep thrust, and suddenly, Hailey buries her mouth in my shoulder and screams. Her fingers claw at my back and her legs clamp tight around me, and I can feel the orgasm shattering through her. She’s wailing into my skin, pulling at me for dear life.

  I stand with a roar, holding her in place as I pound into her, fucking her up and down my cock as she comes again and again. Her hair is wild as she drops her head back and cries out my name, until I can feel the inevitable start to boil inside of me.

  The cum explodes out of me, my whole body going numb as I pump into her again and again, filling her as I roar out my release.

  Slowly, holding her shaking body against mine, I turn and sit us back in the chair, with her curled on my lap.

  We’re panting, and sweating, and her hands are stroking my skin as we try and fail to find words to even begin to substantiate that.

  ‘This doesn’t change anything.’

  Yeah, right.

  Everything is about to change all right.

  In fact, it may have already.

  35

  Hailey

  There’s a moment of panic when I first wake up the next morning in the strange bed, before I remember where I am.

  God do I remember.

  I’m in Dalton’s bed, in his apartment upstairs from the garage.

  You know, the bed he carried me up to after last night in the chair.

  The bed where I pulled him on top of me and asked him to fuck me again once we got there.

  I sit up sharply in the bed, clutching the sheets to my na
ked body.

  Oh my God.

  I slept with Dalton Cole. Twice.

  Panic starts to rise inside, this feeling of impending doom and the fight or flight reaction triggering a need to run away from all this. I’m looking quickly around the room, searching for my clothes when suddenly his hand is on my back.

  “Hey, relax.”

  I whirl back to see him grinning at me, his smile so easy and so damn cocky, and his hair so infuriatingly perfect even tossed and in bed.

  I start to shake my head. “Dalton, we can’t relax, we-”

  “We had sex.” He grins at me, arching his eyebrows.

  I make a face at him. “I’m aware of-”

  “Really, really fucking good sex.”

  The blush comes to my cheeks as I look down, feeling the sense of dread and doom evaporate as it’s replaced by something warm and glowy inside me.

  I had sex with Dalton Cole.

  It’s surreal in a way, like some sort of made up fantasy that would never actually happen in real life. But here I am, in bed with a man who’s on billboards, and magazine covers.

  The world famous Dalton Cole.

  The Dalton Cole who’s probably slept with more people than I even know.

  I look away, as the doubt and second thoughts start to creep back in then. And for a second, I’m wondering what I even mean to someone like that.

  I’m wondering how I compare.

  “Stop it.”

  I blink as I turn back to him, pushing hair away from my face and shrugging. “Stop what?”

  He rolls his eyes. “What you’re thinking, because it’s all over your face.” His hand slides into my hair, and then he’s pulling me into him and kissing me. “This is just you and me, darlin,” he murmurs into my lips. “Forget all that bullshit, because none of it fucking matters.”

  I pull away, feeling my face burn as I bite my lip, still tender from his kisses. “We should get going.”

  “No, we shouldn’t.”

  I smile as I raise a brow. “Oh?”

  “Uh, yeah, no.” He’s grinning broadly at me. “Hell no. We should stay right here, because that was way too good not to do again.”

  A heat blooms through me as I feel my body react to his words.

  I want him, again.

  It’s like this primal urge and this biological need for him that has the heat pooling between my legs and my pulse thrumming quicker.

  “Hang on now,” I say flirtingly.

  He raises a brow.

  I grin at him impishly, “Now that its daylight…” I shake my head as I bite my lip. “I need to see it.”

  Dalton throws his head back and laughs before he leans up and runs his hand into my hair again, pulling me close. “You had it all last night, darlin,” he growls, making me shiver.

  “Well, I want to see it,” I whisper. I clear my throat as I sit up straight. “For science, of course,” I say, grinning.

  “Oh, right, for science.” Dalton rolls his eyes. “Nerd.”

  “Dumb jock.”

  “You hurt my feelings like that, and I might not let you play with it,” hey says with a wicked little wink.

  God, he’s so crude, and it gets me so hot.

  “Oh, right like any guy ever would say no to a girl asking to see his cock.”

  He grips his chest. “You wound me.”

  “Oh please,” I roll my eyes.

  “Yeah that’s a start.”

  I stick my tongue out at him.

  “Oh, that’ll work too.”

  I groan as I drop my face to my hands and laugh.

  “Okay, tell you what.” He grins, “You can see it again if you really want to see it.”

  I roll my eyes and grab at the sheet, but he playfully slaps my hand away. “Uh-uh, you need to ask nicely first,” he sighs dramatically. “Lordy, where are your manners, darlin?”

  I glare at him, trying to hold back the grin.

  “Okay, fine.” I sit up straight, biting my lip and looking at him sweetly. “May I please see your cock?”

  Yep, and here I am, begging for Dalton Cole’s cock.

  His famous, magical, huge cock.

  And I’m so wet for it.

  Dalton grins as he pulls the sheet down, and my mouth opens a little bit.

  “Holy crap.”

  Yeah, I wasn’t exaggerating my own memories of the night before, he’s just big. Enormous, actually.

  I reach out for it, but he shakes his finger. “Oh we didn’t say anything about touching it.”

  I shake my head. “Seriously?”

  “No, not in the slightest,” he says with a laugh.

  “Dick.”

  I grin as I reach out and wrap my fingers around it, feeling the way he pulses under my hand, slowly stroking the velvety skin up over the rock hard shaft.

  “Damn.”

  Dalton smirks at me. “Live up to expectation?”

  “How the hell did this fit inside me?”

  “It helps if you’re dripping wet, darlin,”

  “Like right now?”

  I blush the second I say something so out of character like that, but Dalton’s eyes blaze. He reaches to where I’m kneeling on the bed next to him, his hand sliding up my thigh towards the wet heat between my legs.

  “Hang on, mister,” I grin, batting his hand away. “It’s my turn first.”

  I lean down before he can stop me and press my wet lips against the head of his cock. And it doesn’t really occur to me until I’ve got my lips against him that I’ve never actually done this.

  Details, I think to myself as I tentatively lick at the underside of him. I move up and wrap my lips around the head, sucking him inside my mouth.

  Dalton groans loudly, tossing his head back, and my confidence grows. I start to tease him with my tongue as I move my lips up and down his head, and he moans as he looks up at me.

  “Fuck that feels amazing, baby,” he groans.

  I love the way he’s looking at me like that, like he’s awestruck, and I slowly blush as I pull away.

  “I’ve- uh… I’ve never actually done this before.”

  His eyes go wide. “You’re kidding me, right?”

  I shake my head. “Yeah, so, if this is terrible, just tell-”

  “Darlin,” he sits up and pulls me towards him, his lips melting against mine. “You feel fucking amazing with those sassy lips wrapped around my cock,” he growls.

  I moan.

  I push him back as I drop down to his cock again, bolder now as I inhale him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the crown. I can hardly fit him in my mouth, but I just keep sucking on as much as I can, bringing my hands up to stroke the large portion I can’t.

  His hand moves to my cheek, cupping me gently and moaning as I suck him. He sits up then, his hands sliding down over my back as he leans over me. I moan around his cock as I feel his fingers slide over my ass, pushing down between my legs and finding my dripping wet slit.

  I pull off him with a wet slurp. “Uh-uh, I said it was my turn- oh!”

  The light smack on my ass makes me gasp, biting my lip as the toe-curling shiver of pleasure rolls through me.

  “Anyone tell you you’re bold?”

  I moan again as he pushes his finger deep inside, his cock throbbing in my hand. “Anyone ever tell you you’ve got the tightest, wettest, sweetest pussy in the damn world?”

  “No,” I whisper out, whimpering as he slowly teases my clit.

  “Well that’s a damn crime,” he growls out, pushing his finger deep inside of me.

  I moan as I drop my mouth back to his cock, sucking him eagerly as he fingers me. I bob my head faster and faster, swirling my tongue around him and jerking him with both hands. I can feel him throbbing hard, pulsing inside my mouth as his grooved ab muscles clench and roll under his skin.

  “Fuck, Hailey-”

  Dalton groans as he drops back against the pillows, his face tight. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”

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��I want it,” I gasp quickly, before sliding him as deep as I can in my mouth and sucking hard.

  His cock throbs inside my mouth, and suddenly he bucks his hips as he starts to come. The thick sticky, salty-sweet cum fills my mouth, and I’m swallowing it down as fast as I can as he roars out his release.

  “Holy shit, Hails,” he says with a groan as I lick the last drop from his head. His chest is rising and falling as he sucks in air, grinning at me with a big grin on his face.

  “It was okay?”

  He laughs, pulling me into him and kissing me fiercely. “You’re sure you’ve never done that before? Because you are way too good at that.”

  I raise a brow, “Too good huh?”

  “I could see it being an addiction problem.”

  I laugh. “Not as good as football, though.”

  Dalton grins and kisses me again. “Way better than fucking football, darlin.”

  He pulls me tight against him, kissing me more forcefully as his hands slide up and down my bare back. I whimper in his kiss as his hands find my ass, stroking the skin there and then delving between my legs to slide across my slit.

  I can feel him thick and pulsing against my stomach, and I pull back to stare at him. “Jesus, are you seriously always this hard?”

  “Are you seriously always so fuckable?”

  I roll my eyes as I turn towards him. “Oh, very nice, Dalton. Very sweet.”

  He grins. “What, not romantic enough for you?”

  “We’re not doing romance,” I say quickly, my eyes darting across his.

  He shrugs, “Totally agree.”

  I laugh. “You agree because you agree or so you can say crude things?”

  “What, like how I can still taste your sweet little pussy on my lips?”

  I blush. “Um, yeah, things like that.”

  “Or how about that I want to spread your lips, bury my tongue inside you, and make you come on my mouth until you can’t walk straight.”

  My pulse jumps in my chest and I’m suddenly breathless. “Yeah, that- that too.”