Blitzed by the Brit: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Jessica Ashe

  “How much is this going to cost me?”

  “Nothing. Just a few autographs….”

  Chapter 17

  Kristi

  Barton and I spent four hours together the day before without him hitting on me. That was… different. Good different, but also frustrating. Like, let’s put headphones on the kids and go fuck in my bedroom kind of frustrating.

  Of all the ways I’d expected my next meeting with Barton to go down, it hadn’t involved babysitting two children. At least they’d helped hide the awkwardness. The things I did with Barton… I’d never done anything like that before. I mean, I’d given a couple of guys head, but it had been more polite. More reserved. With Barton, I’d been like a porn star.

  My mind had been wracked with worry. Would he look at me differently? He’d only started chasing me because I wasn’t like the other girls. Now I’d behaved like the other girls, would he still want me?

  Did I still want him? Okay, some questions were easier to answer than others.

  Likewise, I didn’t have to ask Tasha how her date with Clyde went yesterday.

  “Morning, Clyde,” I said cheerfully as I walked out to breakfast.

  “Hi Kristi.” He had a huge grin on his face, as he finished off a bowl of cereal. My sister certainly knew how to make a man happy.

  “Tasha about?”

  “She’s in the shower.”

  “Nope, I’m done,” Tasha said, coming out of her bathroom. “You still insisting on studying today?”

  “Yep, sorry, darling. Has to be done.”

  I watched as Clyde and Tasha said a sweet goodbye on the doorstep. Tasha didn’t usually do sweet goodbyes. She usually hopped in the shower with the parting words “make sure you’re gone by the time I get out.”

  “Date went well?” I asked.

  “It was okay.”

  “Okay? You’re grinning so wide the corners of your mouth are almost reaching your ears.”

  Tasha immediately tried to stop smiling, but she couldn’t. “We hung out and then spent the night together. Nothing I haven’t done with guys before.”

  “Why won’t you admit you like him?”

  This time Tasha’s face did turn sour. I’d struck a nerve. “Just leave it, okay. We’re having fun, but it’s not going to last.”

  “Why not?”

  “For one thing, he’s a couple of years younger than me.”

  “So? He looks and acts older than you do. No offense.”

  “I just don’t think it’s going to work out. Now drop it, please.”

  Tasha didn’t give me much choice. She stormed off into her room and slammed the door behind her.

  Good work, Kristi. You’ve managed to make your sister go from happy to sad in seconds. What a great sister you are.

  I might be a bad sister, but I could still be good for Barton. Seeing him with his nephews yesterday had given me an idea.

  I logged into work’s server from my laptop and prepared an email to Leona.

  Hi Leona,

  I’ve had an idea for Barton Fenner. Can we arrange for him to pop by a children’s charity (hospital, orphanage, etc)? Turns out he’s great with kids, and he’s been pestering me about doing it.

  I convinced him that we wouldn’t want it to look like a photo op and therefore wouldn’t invite the press.

  Let me know what you think.

  Kristi

  Every senior person at the firm knew that we were only pretending to help Barton improve his image, but Leona would still kill me if I put it in an email. I settled for mentioning the lack of photographers and hoped she would pick up on the hint.

  The reply came back within minutes; Leona was probably tied to that outdated Blackberry device she insisted on carrying around.

  Okay, if you think it’s necessary to keep the client happy. Careful though—it won’t just be the media with cameras. Make sure no pictures get out! We wouldn’t want it looking like a photo op.

  Yeah, wouldn’t want Barton getting any credit for being a nice person.

  My plan relied heavily on a picture leaking out. Even kids had cameras these days, and there were bound to be parents around who couldn’t resist sneaking a quick picture. Now Leona had warned me about it, so I couldn’t plead my ignorance. Oh well.

  I’ll make some calls. Don’t worry, no pictures will get out.

  There wasn’t anything we could do to stop people talking about the visit on social media, but it really was true that pictures told a story. More importantly, they told it quickly—an essential attribute given the attention spans of my generation.

  Barton didn’t deserve what we were doing to him. I could still help him, but at some point I was going to have to choose. My job—and my career—or Barton, a man who I still thought would leave me within a day of us finally having sex.

  Whichever I chose, the important thing was that Barton never find out. He’d never forgive me.

  Chapter 18

  Barton

  I was off my best form again; enough to earn a stern word from the offensive coordinator and some extra practice after the rest of the team was done for the day.

  Maybe this was my mind’s way of telling me not to get attached to any one woman. I’d never been distracted by any other women I’d fooled around with. Even when I had a fuck lined up for after training, I still managed to get through the session without letting it consume me. If anything, it kept me motivated. I had to stay at the top of my game to keep the flow of women flocking to my dick. Now, training just meant time away from Kristi. Time away from Kristi was time wasted.

  To make matters worse, Milton showed up again today to catch up with friends on the team. He couldn’t have been impressed with what he saw from me. Hell, even with that broken leg, he could have made more throws than me. The less said about my hand-offs, the better. An important part of giving the ball to a teammate was letting go of it at some point. Things I used to do on instinct now took effort and conscious thought.

  Kristi had gotten inside my head, big time.

  “Good session,” Milton said, hobbling over on his crutches. The team doctors still expected him to be out for the regular season, but he might be back for the playoffs. That didn’t matter—if I kept playing like this, we wouldn’t make the playoffs anyway.

  “I was shit,” I replied. “Completely and utterly shit.”

  “You weren’t that bad. Just an off day, that’s all.”

  “I’ve had too many of them lately,” I admitted.

  “Mind if I offer some friendly advice?”

  “Be my guest. I need it.”

  Milton’s last advice had definitely improved my game, although it had earned me a stern word from the coach for ignoring the runners’ routes. Coach just wanted me to minimize the risk, but winning big games was all about taking risks.

  “Did you ever have a coach who told you to keep an eye on the pocket?” Milton asked.

  “Yeah, a few actually. I used to hold onto it too long, so they encouraged me to be more aware of my surroundings and throw the ball out when necessary.”

  “Thought as much. Ignore all that advice. You looked jumpy out there today. You held onto the ball for too long and then got rid of it in a hurry when you had no choice. Calm down, and pretend that there is no opposition. Assume you have all the time in the world.”

  “That sounds like a great way to get sacked.”

  “Sure,” Milton admitted. “You’ll get sacked occasionally, but it’s worth it for all the throws you’ll make. Better get sacked once after making four touchdowns than to never make a touchdown at all.”

  I nodded. “Thanks Milton.”

  “No problem. And listen, you’ll develop a sixth sense for when the opposition is closing in eventually. It comes with experience. Until then, ignore them. And maybe try to relax a bit.”

  “Easier said than done,” I replied.

  “He needs to get laid,” Doug said, coming up from behind and slamming me on the back with the pa
lm of his hand.

  Milton laughed. “Barton gets enough pussy for the entire team combined.”

  I didn’t argue. That might have been true once, but not anymore.

  “Nope,” Doug said. “He’s like a monk now. Hasn’t fucked anything in weeks. Been so long, he’d probably screw you if you smiled at him nicely.”

  “What the fuck do you know about my sex life?” I asked aggressively. I made no effort to hide my anger. I’d been friendly to Doug in the past for the sake of the team, but now I was just about fucking done with him. Little weasel. If he weren’t so obsessed about my sex life, he might have one as well.

  “I know you’ve barely left the house in the last few weeks and you’ve not gone to a single party.”

  “Spying on me?”

  “I know the scene,” Doug replied. “And the ladies keep asking after you. Doesn’t bother me, mind you. These women are horny as fuck, and they’re more than happy to take my dick in your absence.”

  “Poor things,” Milton said quietly. Doug ignored him. Milton was a far more senior member of the team than me, and Doug wouldn’t dare take him on.

  “I’ve had to clean up my image a bit,” I explained. “I’ll be back on the scene soon, and then all the pussy will flock back to me. After all, why have a regular order when the extra large is available?”

  Doug laughed awkwardly, clearly offended, but trying to show he was up for a laugh.

  “You’ve really laid off the women?” Milton asked. “Maybe that’s why you’ve been a bit off lately.”

  “I’m not chasing as much skirt,” I admitted. “But I’m still getting my dick wet.”

  I thought back to Kristi’s luscious lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft. The things she could do with that mouth. Would I ever be able to get head from her without exploding after just a couple of minutes?

  “With whom?” Doug asked. “The only woman you’ve been around is that uptight image consultant you’ve… oh, I get it. Damn, didn’t think she was your type. I was about to have a crack at her myself.”

  I glared at Doug. I had to punch him. Maybe not now, but soon. My temper could only take so much. Milton saw my face flare up and put a comforting hand on my back. A few seconds later, the fire around me had subsided slightly. Only slightly.

  “You’re welcome to have a crack at her,” I lied. “She’s just someone I’m fooling around with.”

  “Thanks,” Doug said cheerfully.

  If he goes anywhere near her, I will fucking kill him.

  “I’m going to hit the showers,” I said. “I have somewhere I need to be.”

  I banged on Kristi’s door, ignoring the “okay, okay,” plea from the other side.

  She opened the door in a pair of gym shorts, and a baggy t-shirt.

  “Barton? What are you doing here?”

  “I’m here for you. No more waiting. We’re going to fuck.”

  Chapter 19

  Kristi

  “The bet isn’t over for another three hours,” I said, as Barton came inside and I shut the door behind him. “Are you going to wait here until then?”

  “No,” Barton replied with a firm shake of the head. “I’m fucking done waiting.”

  “So I win the—”

  “Be quiet.” His hand reached out and his fingers caressed my soft cheeks. I couldn’t have spoken now, even if I’d wanted to.

  Barton pulled me toward him and placed his lips on mine before I could come to terms with what was happening. With our lips locked, we stumbled down the hall until we made it into my bedroom where we collapsed down onto the bed.

  He pulled me on top of him, and yanked the t-shirt off over my head. I’d been home alone all day, and that meant no bra. The second he saw my nipples, his head lifted up off the bed to take one in his mouth, while his hand reached down between my legs to feel the warmth through my tatty old gym shorts.

  I peeled his t-shirt off and wrapped my arms around his back, holding him close to me and letting the warmth spread from my body to his. The throbbing between my legs became impossible to ignore as I felt his cock stiffen against my sex.

  Barton read my mind. He rolled me onto my back and knelt between my legs, looking down at me longingly as if he’d never seen a pair of breasts before.

  “I could stare at you all day,” he whispered, only just loud enough for me to hear.

  “I’d rather you fucked me.”

  Barton smiled and laughed gently. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

  He quickly slipped off his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, revealing the nine-inch monster that I’d somehow fit into my mouth a few days ago. Now it would be going straight between my legs.

  I gasped in anticipation as Barton climbed back onto the bed and kissed both of my breasts and then my belly button. His delicate kisses made their way down to my shorts before he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband and dragged them down my legs, taking my panties with them.

  “Wow,” he remarked, as he stared at my sex, which glistened with my excitement. “Just, wow. I cannot wait to taste you.”

  Barton kissed the inside of my thighs, slowly making his way towards my slick pussy. I reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him up towards.

  “No,” I whispered. “I don’t want that. Just fuck me. Please.”

  “Are you begging?” he asked with a smile.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “I’m begging.”

  I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. Two fingers immediately slipped inside my dripping entrance.

  “You’re so wet,” Barton growled.

  “I’m ready.” I reached down between his legs and took hold of his cock, tugging on it and guiding him towards my sex.

  Barton moaned deeply, but then pulled away. “I’ve got a condom in my pants,” Barton said softly. He tried to move away from me, but I locked my legs around him and didn’t let go.

  “Do we need it?” I asked. “I’m on the pill. I’ve never actually had sex without protection, so I’m clean.”

  “Me too. I’m always safe, and I’ve had a test recently. Are you sure?”

  As he spoke, the tip of his cock brushed lightly against my clit. I closed my eyes and let out a loud sigh.

  “Yeah, I’m sure. Fuck me, Barton.”

  He kept his cock against my clit while he reached down and slid his fingers back inside me. Already he’d been deeper inside me than the other guy I’d fucked, and he hadn’t even stuck that… that thing inside me yet.

  “Enough with the foreplay,” I whispered. “Fingers out, cock in.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  He removed his fingers and guided his cock down to my opening. He pressed it in enough to open me up and then stopped.

  “I’ll go slow,” he whispered.

  “I’m not a virgin,” I moaned, trying to wriggle my hips to get more of his cock in me. “Stick it inside me. Now.”

  Barton rocked his hips and worked his way inside me inch by glorious, pulsating inch. I moaned deeply at the initial feeling of pain as his cock entered unexplored territory, and then groaned loudly as the sensation of being completely full took over all my senses. I couldn’t feel the bed underneath me. There was just me and Barton’s huge cock inside me; nothing else.

  My pussy throbbed around his cock, encouraging him to give me more. Deeper. Harder.

  “You okay?” he asked softly.

  I nodded and rocked my hips in response. “Don’t hold back,” I pleaded. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

  He hesitated, but when I dug my nails into his back he thrust himself hard and deep into my core. His mound rocked gently against my clit, while his cock pressed against the sensitive spots inside me that had me gasping for breath as I came closer and closer to surrendering myself to him.

  It wasn’t his cock that sent me over the edge. His hands held mine tightly above my head as his lips came down to mine. The second our mouths touched, I exploded with a fire that quickly burned through my bo
dy. I bit his lip as the intensity left me with no self control. Muscles were shaking and my body parts were flailing everywhere.

  I gasped loudly as he kept thrusting inside me, until his hands gripped mine tighter and I felt his own explosion erupt inside me. The feeling of his juices filling me was so surreal, so hot, so naughty, that it almost had me coming again.

  Instead I lie there as still as I could, only my chest refusing to calm down, as it rose and fell with each breath. Barton eventually rolled off me and immediately wrapped his arm around my body.

  “We’re going to do that again, right?” Barton asked.

  I wondered how many times he’d been asked that question himself. How many times had he laughed them off, or lied to them?

  “Yes,” I replied through a heavy breath. “We should most definitely do that again.”

  Chapter 20

  Barton

  The sex must have made me insane.

  I couldn’t think of any other logical reason why I would be watching Dancing with the Stars instead of the football game. Okay, so it was only an exhibition match, but it involved our first opponents, and the coach had given us strict instructions to watch and learn.

  Fuck it. Kristi was taking a risk sleeping with me, so it was only fair. Besides, right now I couldn’t bring myself to look at anything other than her.

  She’d slipped the t-shirt back on, but the only other thing she wore was a thin pair of panties. Panties that were damp with our juices.

  God, she was incredible. The way she’d insisted I fuck her. The way she’d taken my entire cock inside her tight pussy. My cock throbbed as I thought back to the look on her face as she came. The orgasm shook through her body for at least a minute, and as soon as it stopped, I added my own to the mix.

  Just knowing that she was sitting there watching television while completely full of my essence was almost too much to bear.

  “You could be on this show one day,” Kristi said. “They’ve had former footballers on here before.”