by Jesse Jordan
I nod, reaching inside his underpants and wrapping my hand around his cock while looking up into his eyes. “I'm sure. I'm on the pill, and I want to feel you inside me totally.”
Lincoln nods and wraps his arms around me, kissing me deeply as I pump his cock gently. He quickly hardens and I moan, knowing that soon I'm going to feel him just like he is, no layer of latex between us... just the bonding of man and woman the way we're meant to be.
Lincoln lifts me in his arms, making me giggle and let go of his cock as he presses me against the wall, trailing his lips down my neck as he holds me effortlessly in the air. “Mmmm, Lincoln... you know I love the way you kiss my neck.”
“It's like a swan's neck... so elegant,” Lincoln murmurs in between kisses. His powerful hands squeeze and knead my ass, and I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he feasts his lips and tongue upon my neck and shoulders. My pussy throbs as I feel the pulsing warmth rubbing against my panties, and I hold him close, wishing with all my heart that I can spend forever just like this.
My fingers run through Lincoln's hair as he lifts me higher, his mouth moving down my chest to lay feather soft kisses along the tops of my breasts and along the lacy edge of my bra. I'd chosen this lingerie just for tonight, knowing Lincoln and I would most likely end up in bed... but nothing like this. Lincoln takes the rim of my cup in his teeth and peels it back from my skin, his hand tugging the strap down to help him until he's able to free my nipple. Tingles shoot through my body as he licks the stiff nub before sucking on it softly, nuzzling while his hands continue to knead my ass.
“Mmmm, as much as you're massaging, you're acting like you want some backdoor action,” I tease, making Lincoln chuckle around his mouthful of my breast. “You think saying you love me earns you that right?”
“No,” Lincoln says, pulling back and carrying me in his arms towards the bed. “I want to feel your pussy tight around me tonight. But, if you're up for it, I'm sure I could spend a half hour or so massaging and licking back there to make sure you're opened up.”
I moan, a dark thrill going through me as he lays me down and I feel his stiff cock press against my soaked panties again. “When the time's right... you'll get that chance,” I promise, tossing my hair as my head lowers to the pillow. “So is this how you like my hair best?”
“You look perfect,” Lincoln says before pulling back enough to slide his underpants the rest of the way down while I slide my panties off. Lincoln climbs back onto the bed, kissing the soles of my feet as he starts working his way up my body, laying just a feather light kiss above the cleft of my pussy before kissing my belly and up to my breasts. “Tease.”
Lincoln laughs, and kisses my lips tenderly. “Trust me, if I lay one lick or kiss down there, we're going to be up all night you drive me so wild. Not that I don't want to spend that time with you, but I know you've got stuff to do tomorrow.”
“And you've got a game in two days,” I remind him. “What's that old saying, women weaken legs?”
“Something I totally disagree with,” Lincoln says, lifting my leg to align myself with the tip of his cock. “Ever since meeting you, I've been stronger than ever. You are my strength, my courage, my heart Samantha.”
“I love you with all my heart,” I reply, cupping his face as he pushes into me. My eyelids flutter closed for a moment as he fills me, it's so overwhelming whenever Lincoln takes me. This time means even more as I truly am his woman, the sensation of just his skin electric against mine overwhelms me and I feel tears of happiness form in my eyes as I open up to look up into Lincoln's face. His eyes are also glistening as he leans down, our lips meeting in a soulful kiss as he starts to slowly thrust his cock in and out, opening me up until I feel his hips settle against mine. “That's what I needed.”
“And what else do you need?” Lincoln asks, smirking. “A Bentley? You're going to be doing the buying.”
I laugh, thrilled that even though I'm stuffed full of Lincoln's huge cock, and as emotional as we are, we can still find the time to be a little silly. I growl, and scratch my nails down his back. “I think you know what I need. Show me your love and knock me the fuck out, stud.”
Lincoln growls back and nods, getting up on his knees while pushing my knees up higher. I gasp as I'm stretched tighter around him even as he starts thrusting harder, faster. Lincoln's chest and abs ripple as he pumps his cock in and out, his lips twisting in a knowing smirk as a flush fills my cheeks and spreads down my chest. “That's what you want? Or do you want it harder?”
“I want it as hard as you can. Break my back out if you think you're man enough,” I jokingly challenge, pinching my nipples.
“I'm more than man enough,” Lincoln hisses, his eyes flaring. He's amazing, the pure magnetic force of his personality pinning me to the bed as he pounds me, his hips rising and falling with long, soul twisting, body shaking thrusts that drive deep inside me.
I've never, even by Lincoln, been given something like this, and I'm taken over by a primal feeling deep inside me. I reach out, grabbing his rock-hard arms as he hammers me faster and faster, both of us being pushed further than we've ever gone before. My entire body's shaking as Lincoln truly abandons himself and gives me all he has, all two hundred and eighty pounds of chiseled masculine frame pounding my body with his amazing cock.
The tremors start deep in my stomach, and my heart clenches as I know what's about to happen. I grip Lincoln's arms harder, staring up into his eyes. “Lincoln... oh god I think I'm going....”
“Come for me, Samantha,” Lincoln groans, his eyes widening. “I'm so close too.”
I nod and our gazes lock again as we hurtle along the last stretch together, my pussy squeezing and clenching around Lincoln as he grinds his cock deep inside me, my clit on fire as he presses tightly against me. My toes curl and suddenly everything tightens. Words fail me and my brain overloads as the deepest, most intense orgasm of my life explodes from my belly outward, my vision shutting down as pure white light radiates outward and overwhelming my brain. I dimly hear Lincoln groan, and suddenly my pleasure's doubled as I feel him swell and then come inside me. It feels amazing, purifying, cleansing and bonding all at the same time as he claims me and marks me as his woman, and I take it, accepting him as my man.
My vision fades for I don't know how long, but when I can see again Lincoln's rolled me on top of him, his cock still inside me but my body gently nestled in his arms. “You're back.”
“How long was I out?” I ask, chuckling. “You know I was just teasing a little when I said to knock me the fuck out.”
“I always aim to please,” Lincoln says with a chuckle. “And not long... two minutes maybe? Just enough time for me to roll us over, I didn't want to smother you.”
I hum happily, kissing his lips softly. “You felt amazing. I didn't know how good it could be without the condom. Uhm... I don't know if this sounds weird or not, but I've never done it this way before.”
“Me either,” Lincoln says, stroking my hair gently. “I mean, past taking care of my own needs.”
I giggle, and kiss his chin. “You won't have to worry about that for awhile. So... sleep?”
Lincoln wiggles his hips, and I feel his cock tickle inside me, making me moan. “I dunno... seems like I'm not totally satisfied.”
“Oh really?” I ask, pushing up and gasping as he slides inside me again. “What are you, some kind of cyborg? I thought men were supposed to get soft after coming.”
“You're just that sexy,” Lincoln says, cupping my breasts. “If we start slow... I bet in ten minutes you can ride me until you're ready for sleep.”
I moan again, my mind filling with a fantasy of him pumping me so full of his seed tonight that it overpowers my birth control pill, and nod. “I like woman on top too. Lets you play with my boobies.”
“And what amazing boobies they are,” Lincoln laughs, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. “Let's see what all I can do with them.”
“Yes... let's.”
Chapter 18
Lincoln
“How's the knee feeling?”
I bump fists with Nick Sedgwick, who's sipping his Gatorade after just getting off the field. “Not a problem. Little achy, but the neoprene's doing it right.”
Nick looks down at my braced knee, which thankfully isn't in a super huge contraption. After the MRI came back as negative on any tears, the trainers have had me wearing the brace more as a precaution and to keep the joint warm, since we're away from home this week and freezing our collective asses off in Foxboro, Massachusetts. A mid-November wind's kicking through and I'm glad to have the warmth on my leg. “Is it slowing you down any?”
“Maybe a half step,” I admit, looking up at the giant screen on the scoreboard, “but I'd say I'm doing okay.”
Nick looks up, smiling at the twenty one to seven score. “I'd say. I don't think Poster Boy's been beat up this much in a game since his college days.”
I nod, chuckling inside. Nick's always had a thing against New England, ever since they cut him during training camp three years ago. If it hadn't been for the Knights and losing their starting middle linebacker to salary cap reasons, he'd have been out of a job with his eldest daughter starting junior high school. He's always nursed a bit of a grudge against them because of it, and plays a little bit harder too. “I'd say he'll be happy when we're gone.”
A roar goes up from the home crowd and I look out to see the New England defense celebrating. “Shit, what the fuck happened?”
“Fumble, looks like,” Nick says, surging to his feet. “Come on, let's go save some asses!”
I nod, grabbing my helmet and pulling it on. “Don't even fucking worry people, we got this!” I yell to the rest of the defense as I buckle up. Out of the corner of my eye I see a replay of what happened, and Nick's right, it was a fumble. New England sent a blitz and Joe got hit from behind and stripped of the ball. Joe's jogging off the field though, and his eyes meet mine as I head out. We haven't said anything to each other about what happened in Samantha's office, but that time's coming. I can feel it burning between us. I can only hope that Joe's mature enough to not be a bitch about it... but I'm not expecting it.
“Okay guys, forty two brigade risky, cover man,” Nick calls, giving me a little grin. We're in bad territory, but the play that Coach Petersen just sent in is just the style Nick and I like. No bearing up, we go for the kill and try to tear New England a brand new asshole. Either it works great and we push them back... or we give up a touchdown. No holding to a field goal here.
The huddle breaks, and I line up. I'm smiling, and I can see the New England tackle get a worried look in his eyes. He's good, one of the best in the league, but I've still ripped him for a sack and three QB pressures tonight... and now I'm coming for another big hit.
The quarterback, an unflappable veteran who's cruising through the last few years of a storybook career and looking to cap it all off with another championship, barks his cadence as the New England faithful hold the noise down to a muted growl. I don't let anything throw me off, I'm waiting on one thing only, the first movement of the football by the center.
As soon as I see the brown blob in the corner of my vision move, I'm out of my stance, charging the tackle's left shoulder. The theory behind the 'brigade risky' series is to overwhelm one side of the offensive line with rushers, and as I go outside I know Nick's two steps behind me, going inside. It's supposed to make the tackle commit to one of us... and he makes the worst decision possible, freezing as he can't decide which one of us to take.
“Fire, fire!” the New England fullback, who's been kept back to block, screams as Nick meets him full on. It's a standard code for a broken play, but I'm already closing in on the quarterback. He feels me coming and half-tucks the football, taking a step forward.
I'm too fast. I pivot, my knee screaming as I cut, and my foot half slips on the icy New England turf. Instead of staying high enough to envelop him with my body my shoulders and head lower, a simple sack turns into something more dangerous. I can see his helmet coming for mine, and I try to plant my other foot but my aching knee collapses. With a crack that even leaves my ears ringing we hit helmet to helmet, my larger body and still hurtling forward frame blasting into his. As soon as I feel the impact I know it's bad, and I roll off of his limp body, worried. “Medic! MEDIC!”
There's chaos all around us as referees come running in, whistles piercing the air. One of the New England players grabs me from behind and yanks me away, yelling. “What the fuck, man? You trying to fucking kill him?”
“Hey, back the fuck off!” Nick yells, getting in between. “It was a clean hit!”
“I... I didn't mean to,” I stammer, my eyes still fixed on the limp body of the quarterback still laid out on the ground. “Ah fuck, he shifted, my foot slipped-”
Someone else, clearly not buying my explanation, shoves me in the back and a small scrum breaks out. I ignore it all, only able to see my victim as the trainers rush to try and help him. The referees are trying to get involved, keeping the teams apart, and yellow flags are flying everywhere. I let Nick pull me back, away from the situation.
“Dead ball... personal foul, offense. Personal foul, defense. Penalties offset. During the play, personal foul, unsportsmanlike conduct, helmet to helmet contact... number ninety one defense. Fifteen yard penalty, automatic first down. Number ninety one is ejected.”
“What?!” Nick screams, turning towards the ref. “Are you fucking kidding me ref? That was a clean fucking hit!”
I still can't say anything, my body's going numb as one of the refs comes over and taps me on the shoulder. “Gotta leave the field, son.”
I nod, dumbly walking away and heading towards the sidelines. Red's throwing a fit, and a lot of the other players are angry at the refs too... all except Joe Crenshaw, who's staring a hole at me. I ignore him, saying nothing to everyone as one of the trainers comes over and, as per league rules, leads me off the field towards the locker room. As I pass through the tunnel, I'm showered with Coke, beer, and more by the smell of it from an angry New England fan base... but all I can think of is the limp body of the quarterback, and the feeling of his body crunching underneath mine after I'd blasted him with all of the strength and power my Monster can bring to bear.
“Coach?” I ask, three hours after the game's finished. We're at the airport waiting for the flight back home, and so far nobody's said anything to me at all. Considering what happened after the ejection, I can understand. “You wanted to talk with me?”
Red nods, pointing towards a chair. We're alone, the rest of the team's waiting at the gate as the charter flight's fueled up. “Yeah. I just got off the phone with the league office. They reviewed the play, Lincoln. It'll become official tomorrow, and you can appeal, but they're imposing a ten thousand dollar fine... and a one game suspension.”
“A week's suspension?” I ask, pissed. “Coach... you saw the replay, it was an accidental contact. I didn't mean to go helmet to helmet with him, he twisted and my foot went out from underneath me!”
Red slams his clipboard down on the table next to him, cutting me off. “Shut the fuck up, Lincoln. Because of your hotheaded, highlight chasing bullshit, we lost that game!”
There's nothing I can say to Red's comment. I'd had to watch from the locker room, helpless to do anything, as New England, fired up over the penalty and hungry for their own pound of ass, turned the first down into a touchdown. With me out of the game our pass rush fell apart, and the New England backup QB torched the Knights for two more touchdowns in the fourth quarter. Three losses now, and suddenly the best team in the conference is looking vulnerable. That, more than anything else, angers me.
“Coach, it wasn't an intentional hit. The rules say incidental helmet to helmet isn't penalized. I want to appeal the fine and suspension.”
Red shrugs, not caring. “Your right under the CBA, but I'm telling you now, you injured one of the best quarterbacks of all time. The league
isn't looking for another Theismann type situation, and for you to just take the best quarterback of the past fifteen years and fucking... my god Lincoln, did you see the replays? The camera angle made it look like you just pushed off and went spear mode on him!”
I sigh, running my hand through my hair. “I know, Coach. But I didn't mean to hurt him. I was going to envelop him, take his shoulder and helmet on my chest. My foot slipped, he lowered his head, and we hit totally on accident.”
“Be that as it may Lincoln, there's no way the league is going to overturn the suspension and the fine. Hell, I don't know what the player's association is going to do, but considering the guy you hurt is vice president of the union, I wouldn't be looking for help there either.”
I sigh, knowing Red's right. “Fine.”
“Get the fuck out of here then, and you can deal with letting your teammates down on the plane ride home.”
I nod and get up, joining the rest of the team at the gate. Joe's still glaring at me, and there's a few people looking upset, but Nick comes over before I can sit down. “You okay?”
“Ten K fine... one week suspension,” I mutter, looking down. “Nick, I'm sorry. I really didn't-”
“Stop,” Nick says, patting me on the chest. “Linc, I was three feet from you when that hit went down. I saw what the guy did, he was losing the ball and twisted to try and hold onto it. That's why he lowered his head, and you were trying to adjust. It was a clean tackle.”
“I didn't want to hurt him, Nick,” I rasp, rubbing at my eyes. “God, seeing him lying there like that... his career could be over, man. He's got kids for fuck's sake.”
“And he knew the risks of strapping up to play, same as we all do,” Nick tries to reassure me. “Linc... Linc, you can't beat yourself up over it. It's football, shit happens. I saw him after the game, he was up and walking. Let's just get home, and you can chill out for a week while we get ready to play Atlanta. Hell man, if you were going to pick a team to be suspended against, I guess Atlanta's the one. Too bad you'll miss out on one thing.”
