by Amy Brent
“If that is supposed to impress or scare me, then you’re going to have to do a whole lot better than that.” Leslie wasn’t showing it, but inside she was salivating for a chance to taste the meal in front of her. She had been with a few men, but nothing that even came close to possessing something like. If she had to make an educated guess, she would probably say that it was about 9 inches of prime Real estate.
“I stand corrected. Apparently you do have a set of balls on you the size of grapefruits. Let me get dressed and I’ll show you around personally.” He didn’t like her brash attitude and had every intention of making her the butt of his jokes.
Chapter three
Brock dressed in a tailored suit that was made from the finest silk material that money could buy. He was used to having everything that he wanted on a silver platter. “As you can see, the facilities are nothing, but the best. The weight room in particular is my favorite. It was a big selling point for coming here. It didn’t hurt that his salary was in the seven figures” He had her on the goal line. He noticed that she was looking around and probably thought that she had died and gone to heaven.
“To be honest, I’ve never been much into sports. My parents never even owned a TV growing up. Our idea of fun was board games and reading books. That might seem antiquated, but there is a real enjoyment in losing yourself into the words of some creative genius.” There were several authors that she gravitated towards growing up, but recently she had begun to read those stories on the Internet from authors that were not known at all.
“I guess we do have something in common. I’m partial to mysteries and things that keep me on the edge of my seat, until the very end. There are times that I can figure it out, but there are also times than I am left speechless by how the author has weaved the story in such a way that you never knew what was going to happen next.” Taking a risk, Brock grabbed her around the waist with his two hands and pulled her heavy, but seductive body towards his own. They were now, so close that he could smell the strawberry lipstick and even her perfume making him almost powerless to resist. He moved back and away from her thinking that he had crossed a line.
“You obviously did that for a reason. Don’t tell me that you are chickening out or that you expect me to swoon like some sort of teenage floozy. Trust me, I’m not that young anymore or that naïve to think that giggling or twirling my hair is going to do anything.” Leslie did feel a certain sensation from his fingers that were playing her spine like a musical instrument. “Make a move already, or I’m going to do it for you.”
Brock never had a woman talk to him like that before. They were always begging for a piece of him. He could have the pick of the litter, but Leslie had shown that not all women were willing to throw themselves at him. “I grew up feeling like I was not part of the in crowd.” She punctuated the work ‘in’ with her two fingers from each hand up in the air in quotation marks. “I’ve watched these little blond bitches with hourglass figures getting all the men. It wasn’t, until I got out of high school and into college that I began to see that there were guys that liked a little bit more meat on the bone.”
“Wait a minute…are you related to the coach?”
Leslie was kind of hoping that her connection to Coach Arnold Spencer would’ve gone unnoticed. He would’ve been tickled pink to see her here today, but tasting the fruits of one of the players would have been considered off limits. To do something naughty and to push the envelope this far was making her skin tingle with excitement.
“He’s my uncle.” There was no point in lying and she had already convinced herself that what she was doing wasn’t wrong. If her uncle found out about it, he would most assuredly tell her folks and then all hell would break loose. Her mother in particular would not want her to get involved with a jock that had nothing between the ears.
“Oh god…oh god…I don’t want any trouble. The coach and I have a tenuous relationship at best. I don’t think that he likes me. I’ve heard through the Grapevine that he’s not at all happy that I was contracted by the manager and the owner to come here.” Brock’s hands were still on her hips. The feel of her body was more than enough to tempt him to take this a little bit further.
“Look, I don’t want this to be a problem, but he’s not exactly here anyway. He’s in Phoenix doing a recruitment stint and looking for fresh talent. I’m not saying that it gives us license to play while the cat is away. I’m just saying that we shouldn’t throw this away, just because people may not understand it.” Leslie could see that she was getting to him and decided to grab onto the brass ring. To push her will on him, she grasped the piece of pipe between his legs.
“That is not the response of a man that doesn’t want some of this.” She moved her hands down over her body and turned to give him the bigger picture.
“I really don’t think that you should be doing that.” He looked around to make sure that his advances had gone unnoticed by others. He didn’t want this to get back to the coach. “Damn, you are a girl that knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t mind going after it. Normally, I would throw you down on the field right here and have my way with you, but we both know that’s not gonna happen.” He could say that, but his resolve was slowly diminishing with every little graze of her fingers up and down his length through his clothes.
“I do believe that you might be protesting a little bit too much, Brock. It doesn’t have to be this hard….um…oh…it does have to be this hard, but I’m getting a head of myself. You never know and this might be just a physical attraction. You can’t say that you don’t want my body. I’m looking into your eyes and you’re already undressing me. I feel vulnerable and exposed, but I love the way that you make me feel like a natural woman. I don’t have to put on any airs.”
“You’re making this a very painful decision in more ways that one. There’s no way that I will take you right here on the field. I might consider a secretive dinner for two at some discreet restaurant or better still at your place.” This time, he was the one that had drawn the line in the sand. He thought for sure that she would balk at having him on home field advantage.
“I think that is a great idea. Here’s my address and make sure that you don’t arrive, until 7:00 PM.” She took a pen out of her purse and actually wrote her address in the palm of his hand. She pressed a little bit deeper than necessary, just to hear him cringe and grimace slightly from the pain of the point of the pen digging into his skin. Don’t make me wait, or I might have to start without you. I mean dinner. Why do men always go to something sexual? I would suggest that you get your mind out of the gutter, but I think that it has been there too long for me to do anything about it.”
“I still don’t know about this, Leslie. For the first time, I feel there’s a need to think of somebody other than myself. My team needs me and having the coach glaring at me is not going to make matters any better.” He looked down at the address and knew that there was no way that he was going to deny himself the chance to get to know her better. “I’ll be there, but don’t expect anything but a nice evening.” He told himself that he wouldn’t touch her, but he had already had a taste and wasn’t sure if that was the kind of drug that he could resist.
Suddenly, she felt him pull her in and then he kissed her. It was a spontaneous moment and one that she found herself struggling against. It only lasted for a few seconds, before she found herself playfully punching at his rock hard pectorals. The finely tailored white shirt did nothing to contain his muscular physique. She undid the first couple of buttons and gasped noticeably at the look of his body. It was like Christmas and her birthday all rolled into one.
“I don’t want you to even think about doing what I think that you’re thinking about doing.” Instead of saying anything, he noticed that Leslie was eyeing his package. There was no way that he could stop the physical reaction. His 9 inch cock was now stretching down the left side of his expensive black pants. The suit cost more than anything that she probably had in her closet.
She was looking at a billionaire and she turned her back for one second to Google his name and found out his worth. There wasn’t much that you couldn’t find on the internet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She backed up and began to grind her own black pants against his. “Just because you can’t take this kind of teasing, doesn’t mean that I’m doing anything wrong.” She was practically doing a lap dance. She wrapped her hands around his neck and slid her body down like that of a seasoned professional in a strip club.
“Don’t do it. I’m begging you not to do it.” Actually, he was almost begging for her to do it. He certainly didn’t stop her from reaching for his zipper and pulling it down to get the goods. She didn’t stop there. Her hand went into the opening and when her fingers made contact with his naked flesh, he jerked in response.
“I don’t understand it myself, but there’s no sense in messing with the truth. I’ve got you on my mind. I think that I should give you something to make it impossible for you to facilitate a way out of this dinner. After I’m gone, you’ll probably think better of it, but this might seal the deal.” She squeezed and found that vein in back awake and pulsing with a life of its own. “I may even let you cum in my mouth, but don’t count on it.
Chapter four
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for. You make me feel like a different man, but trust me the man that I remember is still there.” To prove that to her, he grabbed onto a fistful of her hair and took her crimson locks in between his fingers. The color made him wonder if the rest of her matched that same color. He wanted to find out, but he was doing everything he could to stop this from escalating. This was taking things a little bit too far, but her fingers stroking his length had certainly gotten his attention in a big way.
“This is the man that I’ve been waiting to meet.” The fire in his eyes indicated to her that not even the sound of a gun going off was going to stop him from exploring the hot recesses of her mouth. “Give into that desire, Brock.” She was struggling to prevent him from touching her lips with the knob. Finally, she left her mark with a ring of her lipstick on the head. It was to signify to others that she was in his life, even though it would probably wash off in the shower.
Her hot breath made him hungry for more. He had forgotten all about the notion that they couldn’t be together. He didn’t care that he was risking the wrath of the coach. He thought that he could win him over, but doing something like this to his niece would’ve made that impossible. He was good at charming people, but not even his playful banter would be enough to stop the coach from making his life a living hell.
Leslie knew that her mother in particular would disown her and call her a disappointment. Licking around the knob, she centered her attention on the eye in the middle. She dipped in and felt him buck with his hips moving with a mind of their own. “You really shouldn’t have tasted this good, Brock. I don’t know what you have in your diet, but it certainly benefits you greatly.” There was a fruity component with the creamy texture that was now leaking from the top.
He had a hold of her head and was now force feeding her his injection of beef. That black salami started to disappear 1 inch at a time. He loved the feel and the wetness of her tongue sliding across, until he was at the back of her mouth.
“I think it helps that we shouldn’t be together. It makes this more delicious and easily one of the best fucking times of my life.” It didn’t hurt that he was doing it at the goal line. He would never look at the goal line the same way ever again. He would see her on her knees sucking his black stallion and taming it with her hot little mouth. It would entice him to get there in a hurry and he would let no player from the other team stand in his way. He would become a force to be reckoned with, until he was standing in the very spot that he was right now. He was taking liberties with the beautiful round body of a white woman.
Leslie had tried to hide her other tendencies from other boyfriends, but Brock was easily able to make her into the cock sucking bitch that she had always wanted to be. She found a sort of thrill from sucking him deep right here in a semi public place. She wrapped her long tongue around him and then pulled him into the tightness of her throat. She kissed his pubic region, leaving that same ring that she had placed on the head of his cock. It was an erotic site. She continued to move her head in a fashion that made it almost impossible for him not to start to move on his own.
“You really should have walked away when you could. I don’t think that I can let you leave here without finishing what we started together.” It was a sight to behold to see her still in her clothing, but he could also see the giant mounds that he would have liked to plant his flag in between. He reached down with two of his manly hands and caressed those treasures. He felt the nipples and wanted to see more. It was like a light had gone off in his head and he suddenly pulled free of her throat for something equally satisfying.
“I know what you have in mind. By all means let’s see if we can’t make your little soldier stand up and take notice.” It dropped slightly from being called little, but then it rose to full capacity knowing that there was nothing little about it. This is all about psychological warfare and the best way to make a man perform at his best was to feed his ego.
“I’ve only done this one time before and let’s just say that the girl was not exactly blessed in that department. You on the other hand seem to have what’s needed to make this something very special.” He had already felt that moment rising to the top, but stopping in mid stroke in her mouth had given him a much needed break. She wrapped her breasts around him and the contrast in color was making him want more than anything to supply her with his seed.
“Brock, I’ve never done this before and I guess I’ve been waiting for the right guy to come along to stretch my boundaries.” Leslie never did more than what was considered vanilla, but this was certainly taking her out of her comfort zone. She had lied about her uncle the coach being away and that trip was not scheduled, until next month. There was that big possibility that he could show up at any moment and catch them with their pants down.
She almost laughed at the absurdity of that statement. Neither one of them had their pants down, but what they were doing was not considered platonic by any means.
Every time that his knob came out the top, she was right there to give it the kind of shining that made him shiver down to his very core. That sensitive spot along the head of his cock was crying out for some sort of release. He knew that it was just a matter time before he gave her more than a mouthful. He hadn’t had the pleasure of the company of a woman for over a week. He had been knee deep in negotiations for coming to this team and it had had some drastic side effects to his libido.
“God damn it. You’re acting like a man that just came back from war.” The wetness of her hot saliva had already paved the way for his cock to move back and forth between her valley with ease. Her hot flesh covered him and the tightness of her hands pressing him between her was something that was made for an orgasm in the making.
“I don’t think that I will be able to go much…LONGER.” There was a catch in his throat and he had to concentrate on something that wasn’t sexual. Amazingly, her uncle and his face came into his mind. It was good to keep him from losing it, but still the feeling of her lips touching him on each stroke had him on the edge. “You almost have me there. Just a little bit more and then you’ll see what this man is made of.” He started to move quicker, holding her shoulders for support and watching, as his cock literally disappeared and then appeared again at the top.
She felt that it was time to push him past the point of no return, but then decided to stop everything cold. She squeezed at the bottom and looked up into his insane eyes to see that disappointment. “Like I said, this is my way of making sure that you make it to dinner on time. I’m going to leave you like this. It may seem cruel and unusual, but trust me it’s a necessary evil. Don’t even think about taking matters into your own hands. I will know and
then you can be assured that this will not go any further than what it has already.” She got up and without tempting fate, she walked away without looking back to see him standing there stunned.
Chapter five
Leslie made sure that everything was prepared. She never considered herself to be a gourmet chef, but she knew her way around the kitchen. She had bought two lobsters and they were poaching in warm garlic butter ready to be consumed by two people that were probably hungry for more than just food.
The bottle of champagne was chilled and there was a medley of fresh strawberries and whipped cream in the fridge for an after dinner treat. She was kind of hoping that dessert would be consisting of those strawberries and whipped cream and her body all mixed into one. She had dressed for the occasion in that red dress that she had bought specifically for the VIP occasion. It was perfect for what she had in mind. It accentuated her body like no other piece of slinky dress in her possession. She looked like she was ready for a night of love and was not a woman that was going to be denied.
She heard what sounded like an engine and looked out to see that Brock had arrived in style. That yellow mustang was the perfect extension of his already healthy and beautiful body. When he got out wearing that white suit with a black shirt and red tie to accompany it, she almost melted at the very sight.
Brock walked up to the door of her townhouse and found himself hesitant to knock. For the first time in his life, he felt a nervous bit of energy running through his veins. From the moment that she left him there at the goal line, he knew that he would never be able to think of anything else, until he got this out of his system.
He had just zipped up, when Coach Spencer called him from across the field. A few minutes earlier and he would have walked in to see his niece on her knees servicing his arousal. They talked for some time and he was finally making inroads into getting the coach to accept him, as not part of the problem, but part of the solution.