by Jesse Jordan
“Good... because I'm keeping it,” Samantha says, getting down on her knees and showing me the deep valley between her breasts. She crawls across the floor, grinning naughtily at me, knowing I couldn't tear my eyes away from her if I wanted. “So, the past few days we haven't really been able to get together... have you been dreaming about me?”
“You know I have... and I caught sight of you after the game, you looked so cute in your skirt that I wanted to get you alone right then.”
“You have naughty thoughts about me at work, huh?” Samantha teases, getting between my legs and kissing my stomach. “I just bet you do... you want to see if I'm wearing sexy panties under my skirts, and if you can get a chance to slide that thick, huge, mind blowing-”
I groan as Samantha kisses down my belly to the hem of my pants, undoing the button and kissing over the fabric which is bulging out from my erection underneath. “You-”
“I know,” she says, undoing my zipper and smiling. “It's nice that even when you're at home, you wear nicer pants most of the time. Makes this so much sexier than just tugging down some sweats. Although if you were still sweaty from a workout and I got a chance to do this... well, you'd be at work, unfortunately. Do you ever imagine us at work?”
I moan as she rubs my cock through my underpants, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “I think every player's had the fantasy of having sex in the middle of the stadium. Light's off, just you and me and the cool grass? Yeah, I imagine you there.”
“Maybe I've still got a cheerleading skirt in my closet at home. We can see about doing something about your fantasy sometime.” Samantha undoes my fly and slides my cock out of my underpants, humming in appreciation as it quickly goes to full hardness. The simple fact is, I can't get fully hard in my underpants, not without tearing the fabric, but it makes it even nicer as Samantha leans in, licking me from base to tip before lapping at the head like a lollipop. “Mmmmm, Halloween's coming up, and I've already got a delicious treat.”
My breath's taken away as Samantha licks and suckles on my cock, sucking on the head softly while she strokes it in her soft grip. It's torture, eye rolling good while at the same time we both know she's teasing me, nowhere near getting me worked up enough to come... but that's not what this is about. It's about the look in her eyes, the devotion and desire that course through her as I brush her hair back away from her face as she wraps her lips around my cock and swallows a few inches of it, bobbing her head up and down while massaging my balls. I'm not one of those men who need to force things, choking her with my cock. She doesn't need her to swallow all of me or anything like that... what she's doing is enough.
Samantha keeps going, slipping her free hand down her body and into her panties where I see her fingers working, rubbing her pussy and making her moan around my mouthful of cock. “You're so fucking beautiful,” I rasp. “I dream every night of you.”
Samantha pulls her mouth of my cock with an audible pop, licking her lips. “And I dream every night of you. It's hard not to touch myself thinking of you... but the real thing's so much better than any fantasy. Speaking of which....”
Grabbing the condom from beside her, Samantha opens the package, rolling it down my cock with a wide grin. “You know, the first time I saw this thing you worried me a little? Any man who needs custom made condoms... but now I look forward to it every time we can.”
“Me too,” I admit as she uncaps the lube and covers my cock in the shiny gel. “Nothing feels better than your pussy.”
“Well... you haven't had my ass yet,” Samantha teases, standing up and stripping off her panties before climbing in my lap again, “but I think that might take a long, long time to get used to.”
“Oh, you've had some experience back there then, have you?” I ask, taking her waist in my hands and looking up into her eyes. “Why do I suspect that you've got a deeply sexual side to you that I'm just beginning to discover?”
Instead of answering Samantha raises an eyebrow and reaches down, rubbing the head of my cock against her opening. Slowly, using my hands and her legs to control her descent, she sinks onto my cock, the tight electric pleasure coursing through both our bodies.
Samantha pauses and I understand, she needs time to adjust. I tug my tank top she's wearing to the side and find her left nipple, nibbling and sucking the hard button tenderly. Samantha sighs happily, pressing her soft breast against my face until she's relaxed again, sinking down until I'm all the way inside her.
“Fuck you're big still,” Samantha groans, holding onto my shoulders. “We could fuck every day for a decade and I don't think I'd get tired of it... you've ruined my pussy for anyone else.”
“That's right,” I growl, kissing her neck and thrilling at the thought. “Your pussy's mine and mine only from now on.”
“You have no idea,” Samantha says. She lifts her hips and starts riding me, slowly rising and falling on my cock while pushing me back into the cushions of my sofa. “I need your cock, Lincoln. I'm addicted to you and I need this.”
“It's all yours,” I promise her, reaching around and grabbing her ass eagerly. I knead her ass as Samantha lifts and falls on my cock, both of us moaning as her pussy squeezes and massages my rock hard shaft. Samantha's mouth falls open as she speeds up, her hips lifting her faster and faster only to drop down deeply onto my cock. She's amazing, sexy... and all mine.
It's this last thought that gives me the strength to grab onto her waist and hold her still, just the tip of my cock inside her before I start pistoning my hips quickly up and down, my cock slamming deep into her and making Samantha cry out in pleasure. “Fuck! Yes, Lincoln! Fuck I love your cock! Fuck me hard, make me your bitch!”
“You are my bitch,” I growl, smacking her curvy ass. “Comes with lots of benefits, too. All the thick cock you can handle.”
“I can handle it all,” Samantha sobs, her body overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through it. I thrust harder, driving myself deep into her, the head of my cock rubbing over her g-spot with every stroke until she cries out, coming hard. I give myself fully to her, thrusting one last time before I come too, my fingers clamping hard on the soft surface of her ass as I groan, my cock pumping thick shots of my seed into the condom. We freeze, both of us caught in a moment of time that stretches out forever before slowly sinking back to the couch, Samantha staying impaled on my cock as she leans against my chest, her breath coming in the familiar little hitches she always has when she's come and is about to cry.
“Every time with you... you make me feel amazing,” she whispers, laying her head on my shoulder. “I came to you tonight expecting you to be angry or worried... and instead you make me feel better than I have all week.”
“It's because you're special to me,” I tell her, holding her close. “I know you've got work tomorrow... but maybe you can stay the night tonight?”
Samantha hums, and wiggles her hips a little, sighing happily. “Think you've got another round in you with this bad boy?”
“I know I've got a whole box of condoms ready for you over the next four days,” I reassure her. “Think it'll be enough?”
Samantha nods, yawning sleepily. “Just enough. But I might need a nap first.”
She settles in my arms, and within minutes she's snoring lightly. I hold her until my cock slips out before turning to the side and laying down with her on the sofa. I snag my t-shirt with my free arm and clean up my cock, peeling the condom off and balling it up in my shirt before kicking off my pants and underwear the rest of the way. I'll worry about that in the morning.
For now, I've got a beautiful woman in my arms, and sleep's calling my name too. Just a nap... and if we wake up in the morning by having sex, that's a great way to get the day started before breakfast too.
Just hope it doesn't make her late for work.
Chapter 13
Samantha
“Good morning,” Lincoln says, kissing the tip of my nose as I stretch on the couch. We somehow found a way to sleep here all
night, and it was only Lincoln's need to pee that prevented me from waking up in his arms. “Seems we were more tired than we thought. No round two.”
“We'll make up for it tonight,” I reply with a chuckle, cupping his face. “Lincoln, you're amazing, you know that? This sofa... it's nice, but there's no way a near three hundred pound man should be able to fit on here with me too unless you just let me sleep on you like a cushion all night.”
“You're not too heavy,” Lincoln replies, the look in his eyes melting my heart even more. “Besides, watching the way your lips poof out and listening to you snore, there was no way I'd ever be able to just toss you to the side.”
I smile, reaching down and cupping Lincoln's soft but still long cock, which hangs down longer than some erections I've seen. He moans lightly, his cock twitching and starting to thicken before I let it go, chuckling sadly. “While I would love to wake up with this inside me, the clock on the wall says we don't quite have enough time. You know Lincoln, I have a confession to make.”
“What's that?” Lincoln asks, picking up the small pile of laundry next to the head of the sofa. “You're actually a man?”
I laugh, looking down at my pleasantly aching pussy and twisting my head to look at my ass, where I see four perfectly ovular bruises forming, the result of Lincoln squeezing as he pounded me into bliss. “No... but while most people think I'm your typical good girl, since being with you I've been able to indulge in a dirty streak that you're right, it's deep and wide. You make me think of things that I never thought possible... and I want to explore them with you. If you want to, of course.”
My heart leaps as Lincoln stops in the doorway to the kitchen, looking back at me and nodding. “I'd like nothing more than that. Just two rules I've got. Nobody else, I don't do threeways... and everything is consensual.”
I smile, swinging my legs off the couch and standing up. “I notice you didn't say anything about me sticking my vibrator up your butt. I'll keep that in mind.”
Lincoln chuckles, pulling me in for a hug and a kiss. “If you think it'll be fun... I trust you. Never been my thing though. Now, let me make you some breakfast while you grab a shower. You sure you've got enough time?”
“Sure,” I reply. “I wasn't sure what was going to happen last night, so there's a change of work clothes in my car. I'll go get them and then grab that shower. By the way, when you come to my place tonight... bring enough clothes to last you to Thursday.”
“So no clothes at all?” Lincoln teases, making me bite my lip. “Well, maybe some. I do have lifts on Tuesday and Thursday morning.”
“Not too many clothes,” I reassure him. “But I do want to get out for dinner at least once.”
Lincoln grins, and kisses me again deeply before letting me go. “Deal. Go get your stuff, breakfast will be ready when you come out. Eggs and a toasted bagel with pesto spread, orange juice... all the good stuff.”
“What, no gloopy green protein shake?” I tease, and Lincoln laughs.
“That's just for me. I'll remember to put in some ginseng, some horny goat weed, stuff like that too. Want to make sure I can keep up with my dirty, dirty girlfriend.”
I stop, grinning. “I love it when you call me that.”
Lincoln nods, cupping my breast and running a thumb over my nipple, making me gasp. “I love calling you that too. Now hurry, before I decide to make you late for work.”
“So Dad, the charities are both on board, nobody's bitching about their position in the grid, and the caterers have their menu ready to go.”
Dad looks over the PowerPoint display in front of him and turns to Coach Hallifax. “Red, what do you think?”
“I don't think it'll be a problem at all, Vince,” Red replies. “The players won't be interrupted, Saturday pregame walkthroughs won't be interrupted with the way you have things mapped out, and the time at the signing booths aren't that long. Some of the guys will even be happy to do it.”
Dad hums, and I know he's thinking first and foremost about the team and the Halloween game. “That's good. It'll be a little tough on the stadium staff to get everything turned over in time, but I'd say it's worth paying the overtime. Sam, you had something you wanted to add?”
I nod, clearing my throat. “Dad, I was thinking that it'd be nice if more than the players were to attend. While you and I might not be autograph bait like some of the players, it would give a better presence to the whole thing.”
“And you might find a few young men interested in getting your autograph,” Dad jokes. It seems I've done a good job of him not catching on to the fact I'm involved with Lincoln. I guess I'm a better actress than I thought.
“Well, I don't want to turn Halloween into a speed dating event, but I guess it's unavoidable. I just want the community to see that the ownership is involved.”
Dad smiles, and clears his throat. “Good to see. Red, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk some... non-football things with Sam. I know you've got a game to prepare for, and I'm looking forward to seeing some good stuff after the bye week.”
“Of course, Vince,” Red says, getting up. “Sam, that was a good presentation, I know the Halloween event is going to be a hit. You going to be at practice this Thursday?”
“What's this about practice?” Dad asks, and Red laughs.
“It seems your daughter's become a bit of a practice fan,” Red says. “I see her on the sidelines at practice at least twice a week. The strength coaches are even seeing her down in the weight room more often too. You wouldn't be planning on doing another stint as a cheerleader, would you?”
I shake my head, trying too hard not to blush to reply. There's reasons I've been going to practices and hitting the weight room. Being able to watch Lincoln without the roar of sixty thousand people around me is nice... and he's a lot sexier in just the shorts the team wears for practice, and especially sexier when he's stripped off his shoulder pads and runs his agility drills wearing just the sleeveless tight undershirt that he prefers. He's even sexier when he's in the weight room, all his muscles rippling and flexing underneath his skin. So yeah... I've got reasons.
“Well, in any case, I'll see you later,” Red says, leaving the meeting room.
I give him a small wave before turning back to Dad. “So what's on your mind, Dad?”
Dad nods, rubbing his chin in that way he has that tells me he's been scheming. It puts me on my guard. “Honey, this project with the Halloween carnival is nice, and I'm glad you've done such a good job. But... one of the things I've been looking for from you is the ability to step out of the world of football.”
“What do you mean, Dad?” I ask, confused. “We own a football team. Our business is football, why shouldn't I be involved in that world?”
“You should... but I've got plenty of people working for me who've made their entire lives football. Take Red. Now, he could give me a breakdown right now of the entire team, and what holes he sees developing over the off season that we're going to have to fill. I've got a director of scouting who can tell me about fifty different guys he's got reports on that'll fill those gaps, and assistants who can fill me in on a hundred more, along with what potential trades and free agents we'll make a run for.”
“I know that Dad. Remember, I did plenty of intern time in college working in those departments, and I've worked in more since graduating. I don't see your point.”
Dad sighs, leaning forward. “Sam... Samantha, our role in the team is not to be worrying about the day to day football operations. I mean, I'm glad you're interested in seeing some practices, but that's not our role. Our role with the team is to be that public face of the franchise, the face that smoothes the skids for everything that isn't part of football but can make things difficult for the football team sometimes. Things like the mayor's office and the business associations.”
“I know that, Dad. It's why I've put in calls with both of them on the Halloween event-”
“Not enough,” Dad says, cutting me off. “Sam, a lot
of this is a matter of quid pro quo. Now, you're right, the mayor's going to be at the event, and we've got all the right charities to make both the league and the locals happy. We've got that side covered, but that means we've got to scratch their backs too. Now, tomorrow night, the mayor's holding an event at the natural history museum, celebrating... well, honestly I'm not too damn sure what it is. Some old rock, or some moldy old paintings, I'm not sure. The point is, His Honor feels this is a great chance to schmooze and to press the flesh with the right people. And having the owners of the now resurgent Knights there would be great for him.”
Tomorrow night? But Lincoln and I had already made plans for tomorrow night. Sure, it didn't involve anything fancy, just some Chinese delivery at my place before seeing if chopsticks are fun to take to bed, but it was still a date with Lincoln. “Dad, while I understand what you're saying, I kinda had plans.”
“Break them,” Dad says in that voice that says there's no room for arguing. “Your friends can understand. Samantha, this isn't a social event, it's a work event. Get my point?”
I sigh, knowing Lincoln's not going to be happy, but he'll still understand. I just wish there was a way I could bring him along as my date. He’d easily be the most handsome man at the entire event.
“Yeah, I understand Dad.”
“Would you like a glass of champagne?”
The crowd is buzzing that sort of slightly loud but still subdued hum that I've gotten used to on the occasions when I've been dragged to events like this. Actually, until she totally checked out of my life and tried to be involved with me at least a little, Mom would do this sort of thing with me more than Dad did. I spent quite a few nights during my tween years trying to figure out how to feel comfortable in a damn dress, much to her criticism. Her lessons paid off though I guess, and I feel sexy wearing the scarlet cocktail dress that I reserve for things like this.
