by Lexi Wilson
And, that as much as anything accounts for what happened next.
Chapter 15
Bama
We’d checked out of the hotel in Denver before flying to Boulder. The PowerShot people had put us up in another hotel in Boulder, just for tonight. We’d be flying back to Dallas tomorrow. The new hotel was as nice as the one we’d left. It didn’t have a convention center or a spa, but I didn’t mind. It was a nice place to rest until we had to get in the air again.
Barrett, Vera, the camera guys, and I all had dinner at the hotel restaurant. I sat with Vera and Barrett with the guys, and we all had a good meal. Vera could tell that I had something on my mind. She asked if I had a problem and if there were anything she could do. And...I lied.
I couldn’t tell her about the baby, of course, and I also definitely couldn’t tell her what was really on my mind, which was sitting at the next table. So, I lied and told her in kind of a hushed, discreet tone about the “disagreements” my parents had been having and how concerned I was about them.
Just a table away, Barrett and the camera guys didn’t seem to notice the discreet, hushed conversation Vera and I were having. They were busy being guys and talking about guy stuff. But a couple of times, Barrett looked in my direction and gave a little smile. I wondered what the smile meant besides just being friendly – if it meant anything else, at all. I tried to look as if I weren’t thinking about him.
It was getting to be more and more of a challenge to keep from thinking about him in that way. I kept reliving that last spontaneous kiss. And, I kept finding myself back in the penthouse bathroom, skirt up, panties off, Barrett spectacularly naked down to his knees. I flashed on having my legs around his hips with him pumping the enormous, steely piston of his cock through the folds of my labia to my womb where he poured out those gobs of creamy seed that had started something growing inside me.
For all the worry, anxiety, and fear I had over the pregnancy, the more time that I spent around Barrett, the more I loved the way it happened. I still had everything I’d collected about our quarterback in print and online since joining the Rangers Cheerleaders, even the one nude spread of Barrett in that ESPN Magazine, where the photographer had somehow managed to keep that humongous cock out of the pictures. Those photos were the most I’d ever seen of Barrett until the night before the Super Bowl.
Until that night, all I’d seen was his bare chest and stomach, his bare thighs, and just the side of his bare ass. Even just looking at those pictures, as I’d done so many times, I’d always thought Barrett Porter must be the most perfect fuck in the world. I envied all the women who had ever seen all of him, all those women who had experienced his entire ass and actually seen the enormous trunk of his hard cock. Seen it, and touched it, and licked it, and sucked it – and had it inside their pussy.
Then, of course, I had the privilege of actually experiencing that body and feeling that hard, thrusting monster inside me. It wasn’t the way I would have wanted it. I would never have imagined myself on top of a bathroom vanity, wrapped around him while he pounded me. If I’d had my way, I would have had my way with him so differently.
We would have had that penthouse suite to ourselves. He would have spread me out naked on the king-size bed and eaten me out. And, he would have taken me lying down on my back, putting himself on top of me, stuffing me with that colossal thing, fucking me again and again all night long.
And, it wouldn’t have made me pregnant. Incredibly satisfied, yes, but not pregnant.
Well...it doesn’t hurt to dream, does it?
After dinner, Barrett and the guys excused themselves to go and to the hotel bar and watch something on one of the sports channels. Vera went back to her room. I didn’t feel like going back to my room yet. All the thoughts of Barrett were making me restless, so I decided to take a little walk for myself around the neighborhood and see a little bit of Boulder, Colorado, where I’d never been.
As I walked around I thought how much of my life in the near future I wouldn’t get to go places because being a mom would come first. I also wondered what other opportunities might come along because of the PowerShot thing, and whether I’d have to give them up because, again, being a mom would come first. And, I wondered how being a mom would affect whatever future career I might have after giving up being a Dallas Rangers cheerleader. So many things were up in the air.
Finally ready to call it a night, I walked back to the hotel and through the lobby. Just as the elevator door was sliding shut, a hand slapped itself onto the edge of it and made the door stop. The hand was followed by a big, muscular arm, and then the rest of a big, muscular body and a heart-stoppingly handsome face.
“Hey,” said Barrett, getting into the elevator with me and letting the door shut behind him. The car started to move up with just the two of us in it.
“Barrett...hey,” I said back.
The thoughts that had coiled around me all day were now fit to wrap themselves around me and squeeze like the pet python of a boy that I knew in college – or like those arms attached to that hunk who’d gotten into the elevator with me. Deliberately, I did not meet Barrett’s eyes. I didn’t trust my eyes not to show him what was going through my mind. And, I didn’t look at him...until he talked to me.
“Have a good time today?”
“Yes,” I said. “A really good time. You?”
“Great time,” he said. “The kids were great.”
“They were,” I replied, a smile sneaking onto my face. “They all adored you. The guys and the girls. The girls thought you were the cutest thing.”
Barrett chuckled at that, looking more bashful than he had any business being. “And, the guys looked up to you so much. They all wanted to be you.”
“Eh,” said Barrett. “I’ll bet most of ‘em can do better.”
“They don’t think so. All they could see was their hero. They all probably thought you were the greatest guy they ever met.”
I thought Barrett would say something like “Thanks” to that, but he didn’t. He kept looking impossibly bashful and just stared straight ahead.
When the elevator opened onto our floor, Barrett let me get out first, and then he followed me. And after being alone together on the elevator, there we were, alone together in the hotel hallway.
Lacking anything else to say, I simply told him, “Goodnight.”
Not waiting for him to say anything, I started off towards my room – only to have the hand that had stopped the closing of the elevator door clamp around my arm.
With a sharp, shocked breath, I froze as he walked around from behind me. All of a sudden, as it had happened back in Dallas after breakfast at the cafe, I was in Barrett’s big, strong arms with his lips taking mine captive.
It was a kiss that made my blood feel like molten lava. I put all the pent-up thoughts I’d been having about him into kissing him back. It’s a wonder we didn’t set off the hotel sprinklers.
I think it was only the fact that at any moment someone might step out of the elevator or out of one of the rooms that finally made us stop and pull apart.
Still holding me close, Barrett pinned me in place with the stare in his eyes. “My room,” he said.
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In Barrett’s room, I learned he was as good at calling plays off the field as he was during a game.
The second we were behind his closed and locked door with the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside handle and the lights turned down low, Barrett tackled me. Or, at least, he grabbed me hard and got me in a kiss that made my knees go weak. But, I wasn’t about to hit the floor while I was in the grasp of those arms. No, there was only one thing I’d be hitting tonight: the sheets of Barrett’s bed. And, I knew it.
I knew it even more when he pulled out of the kiss and took a step back, pulling up his shirt from his jeans, and called the play. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” he said. “I want your pussy.”
The boundaries between us as professionals fell
completely away as if they’d never been there, and I sensed how fragile they’d been to begin with. All of that was forgotten. There was nothing now except how much I wanted Barrett’s body and how much I craved his massive cock. Hardly aware of what I was doing, I began to strip and was completely mesmerized as Barrett did the same.
His shirt was on the floor and his muscles, which looked even more powerful than ever, and his chest hair, which bristled even more sensuously than ever, were fully exposed. His sneakers and socks went next. Then, showing me he meant business, he undid his belt and the button of his jeans and pulled off his jeans and his briefs at the same time, releasing that enormous, thick bludgeon, beaded with pre-cum at the eye of its tip. His cock descended, stiffening, into view, and I shuddered and gulped, knowing so well what he was going to do to me with it in the bed just a couple of steps away – what I so badly wanted from him.
I was so mesmerized with watching Barrett strip and seeing him finally, fully, completely naked for the first time, filling in the missing parts of my fantasies about him, that I was hardly aware that my bra and panties were still on, the rest of my clothes littering the carpet at my feet.
Barrett stepped towards me again. “Get those fucking things off. Show me your tits. Let me see your pussy.”
My hands went for the clasp of my bra. As soon as I had it undone, Barrett tossed it aside. He grabbed one of my boobs in each hand and said, “Damn, your tits are so full. Shit...big, beautiful tits.” He hardly suspected why they had gotten so large and would get larger still.
He took his hands from my boobs and grabbed the waistband of my panties. With one swift move, he dropped down to his knees, pulling my lingerie down with him and bunching it up around my ankles to let me step out, now as naked as he wanted me.
Staying on his knees on the floor and grasping one of my thighs before moving his other hand up between my legs, Barrett commanded me, “Open your legs.” I did as he said, and at once he moved his face to the part of my thighs.
Something like an earthquake went off in my body – it wasn’t an orgasm, but it was the eventual promise of one – at the wet and mind-boggling feeling of Barrett licking the lips of my pussy, running his tongue up and down them, making me wetter than he’d already made me just be demanding what he wanted from me. I whimpered at his hungry licking, which was only the beginning of what Barrett had in store for me once he got me over to the bed.
Rising back up on his feet again, he tilted his head to our destination, which was right behind me, and said, “You taste good.” With a lick of his lips, he said, “Get on the bed.” And as quickly as he said it, he was heading in that direction. He practically dove onto one side of the bed and lay there, propped up on one elbow, grasping his erection with one hand. As I climbed onto the bed with him, he brandished the massive limb of his penis at me as if he were some ancient warrior holding up his club.
“Suck my cock,” he said urgently. “Come here; suck it.”
I sized up Barrett’s latest demand and the mighty challenge it posed. The last time we were together, I thought his dick would split me in half. It seemed too big to be true. Trying to suck it was liable to break my jaw.
To hell with it, I thought. I wanted it more than anything else in the world – in my mouth, and especially deep inside my pussy. If he wanted me to suck it, I’d suck it. And, I’d show him how much I truly wanted and needed it.
I climbed over to where his legs were open and his immense war club loomed up at me, and went to work. I began with one good, long lick, from the base of it where his incredibly thick shaft met the big, full, round pouch that held his balls to the brunt and brutal-looking sexy glans, where my tongue caught the taste of his generous pre-cum.
Through gritted teeth, Barrett issued his demand to me again. “Shit, put my fucker in your mouth. Suck my fucker.”
I swirled my tongue around the crown of his maleness and darted it to the flaring hole, savoring more of his taste. Barrett put one hand around the back of my head, not to force me, but to encourage me. Sounding almost tortured by desire, he grunted, “Suck my cock!”
I could no longer resist my desire nor deny his for another second. Taking a deep breath and opening wide, I began to work my mouth down over the massive goal post stemming between the legs of the quarterback.
My jaws strained, and I imagined my lips splitting at the corners from the effort, but bit by bit I took one inch of Barrett’s dick at a time into my mouth. The deeper I took him in, the better he seemed to taste. Oh, how many nights had I dreamed of doing to Barrett Porter exactly what I was doing now? I thought. All those dreams were now meeting with reality, and the reality was so much more carnal and so much better.
Barrett leaned his head back and grunted like a beast of raw sex, “That it… Oh shit! Oh fuck yeah, that’s it!” He almost sounded so excitable, whimpering, “Yeah, such my dick! Suck my fucking dick! Oh my God…”
For all that he had taken command of me in the act of getting naked and getting onto the bed, Barrett was now putting me in control, knowing that if he tried to fuck my mouth the way he’d fucked my pussy, he could choke or seriously injure me. His boner was just too immense. So, he put me in control and made himself strangely vulnerable. In some corner of my mind, I knew that it was only in getting a blow job that Barrett became vulnerable, which made him all the more sexy to me. It made this most perfect man in the world all the more to be desired.
He settled down on the bed and gave me his complete submission, letting me take his pulsing thickness as I needed to take it, one delicious, delectable inch at a time. And in that same corner of my mind, I guessed that this was what made other women, like that Kim person, fall in love with him: this moment of oral sex when the strong, powerful, inhumanly-gorgeous quarterback totally surrendered himself to a woman’s attention. All those women must have tried to go down on him so perfectly as to make him want them forever.
What woman would ever get into bed with Barrett Porter and ever want to let him go? I thought. He was like all the male beauty in the world wrapped up in one body and one cock, and going down on him was both the ultimate challenge and almost the ultimate reward.
The ultimate reward, which still awaited me, would be when Barrett lay down on top of me and slid the awesomeness that I was sucking into my pussy to fuck me. But first, the exquisite task of sucking his dick.
I sucked Barrett almost to the point of gagging. I was careful not to choke or hurt myself because that would deprive me of what I wanted the most.
What a situation to be in: gorging myself on the very thing that had gotten me into so much trouble, but was still what I craved so badly. Forgetting about caution, I had let Barrett fill my pussy with the throbbing hugeness that was now making me ache so sweetly from sucking it. I had let him pour out the contents of his big, beautiful balls through it and deep into me. That was what had gotten me pregnant and made my whole life one big dilemma.
And yet, for all the trouble I’d caused myself with it, I still couldn’t help myself. The body of my dreams was lying prone and submissive on the bed with me, and pulsing in my mouth, straining the muscles of my jaws and cheeks, was the dick of my dreams.
Barrett went crazy on the bed as I enclosed his massive meat in my mouth. I could feel the pleasure straining through his body, making him want to buck and thrust his cock and fuck me orally. But he knew better than that, and forced himself to stay as still as he could while in the grip of pleasure that I sensed was making his head spin even more than mine was doing.
I felt all his muscles trembling and quaking from my blow job. His voice was feverish, coming out in gasps and whines. “Oh, shit… Oh, shit… Oh, shit… Oh, yeah… Yeah, yeah, YEAH… Uhhh… Oh, shit…”
Not daring to hurt me by pumping his dick in my mouth, he began to slap his hands down hard on the bedspread as if he were spanking it. He was barely able to stop himself going wild. I slid my mouth up and down over his impossible shaft, ignoring the way my jaws compla
ined at me. He just tasted too good.
One more huge rumble went surging through Barrett’s body from my sucking, and he sent out the longest bellow that he’d made yet, hurling his voice up to the ceiling. The way he was responding to my mouth around his cock, I thought at first he was coming and I’d have to swallow it – not that I would have really minded.
But instead, Barrett grasped me carefully by the neck and pulled my head up, and reared up himself on the bed. Sounding even more drunk than we both were the other night, he said, “Come up here. Give me some pussy.”
I gulped with the memory of the way his pre-cum and man-flesh tasted, and scrambled up on the bed beside him. Alarms seemed to go off in my body, clanging into my head: Incoming cock! Brace for incoming cock! He had me on my back and spread my legs wide. I gasped a little where I lay, looking up at his handsome body before me.
His nakedness was beyond awesome, beyond the way he’d been in those magazine spreads. Those pictures seemed to me like the rough draft of him. This was the “finished” Barrett, and looming up at me from between those thighs was his amazing cock, with which he would now fuck my pussy.
He leaned over me, supported himself on the bed with one hand, and with the other hand guided himself into my wet and ready opening. He didn’t waste a single gesture; no stroking or teasing, no nudging at my clit. His face looming over me told me that he was too horny for that. He’d have me the way he wanted me and the way I wanted him – now.
My whole body and soul and the whole universe around me erupted in pleasure beyond belief as, with a single stroke, Barrett slid the immensity of his cock all the way into my wet and quivering pussy.