by Lucy Snow
He moved slowly at first, working his way a little deeper inside me before moving back out just as slowly and repeating the process, a little further each time. By the time he bottomed outside me I was moaning with reckless abandon - I had never been filled up so much, never imagined that sex could feel like this.
It was as if my entire body was on fire for this man, this man above me, who drove himself in and out of me with an increasing pace. In between thrusts we kissed, and Hud played with my breasts, and did something with his hips that I just couldn’t describe, but drove me wild, panting with lust.
We rolled over, fucking on our sides, with me on top, all of it, switching every minute or so, just getting used to how our bodies fit together. It was an incredible rush when I was on top, to see this huge, massive man below me, working those impressive muscles of his, so well tuned for combat on the football field, but tonight in service of a different goal.
As I raised and lowered myself on Hud’s cock, one of his hands on my waist, guiding me up and down, the other going back and forth between my nipples, teasing them with pinches and tweaks, I ran my hands over the muscles in his arms and shoulders, almost massaging them, almost as if I was trying to comprehend how they could be real.
I didn’t understand how any of this could be real, but Hud’s cock set my body on fire with pleasure pulsing all over me, emanating from my full pussy, I only knew that it was real, and that it was the most erotic experience of my life, and that I never wanted it to end.
Of course, though, it had to end, as most wonderful things must. This, however, unlike other wonderful things, ended with a bang. Not at first, no, at first it was just a grunt, and I knew that we had crossed a line, where Hud was getting ready to cum.
I was just about getting there myself, Hud’s cock deep within me taking me to new heights of pleasure. After he had played with my breasts while I rode him, Hud turned his attention to my clit, teasing it with his fingers like an expert, and driving me nuts. I needed to cum, and Hud was getting me so close.
Riding him like this made it so easy to adjust the rhythm, the pace, to get me right there, and before I knew it I was screaming, my hands planted on Hud’s barrel of a chest, pressing down while I rode my orgasm as long as I could, my entire body aflame.
Underneath me, Hud grunted as he lifted me and let me roll down, even deeper onto his cock than before, and I looked into his eyes as my orgasm started to fade, still pulsing aftershocks of near-blinding pleasure every second or two.
Hud’s eyes never wavered from mine, and I could see the smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear, and my heart reached out to him as I lowered myself onto him till my nipples touched his chest and I kissed him.
As soon as our lips touched, Hud groaned and I felt his cock shake, still inside me, as his orgasm hit, and he bellowed, gripping my ass with both of those huge hands of his tighter than before as he pulled me backward and forward, getting the last bit of friction as I felt his cum explode out into the condom.
I kissed all over his face and neck as he shook underneath me, and when it finally slowed down, I marveled at how wonderful just lying on top of him like this felt. Hud kept moaning softly, softer each time, and for a moment it looked like he was having a seizure.
“That was amazing, Mack,” Hud whispered when he finally found the words.
I stirred, angling my head up to cradle my face in his craggy chin. I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Amazing is putting it a little bit mildly, don’t you think?” With my hands, still a little weak from all the exertions of our hot sex, I ran my hands over the corded muscles of Hud’s shoulders, sighing contentedly and breathing his musky smell in deep.
“OK, fine, it was better than amazing,” Hud grunted. “It was so good I can’t find the right words to describe it, so I’m going to stick with ‘amazing’ for now and reserve the right to change it in the future.” He patted me on the shoulder, digging one finger in a little deeper. “How’s that sound, eh? Good enough for you?”
I moved up and brushed my lips against his, our tongues peeking out just far enough to touch the tips together. “That’s much better” I whispered, before kissing him one more time, harder this time, and setting back into his arms as he wrapped me up.
I don’t know how long we lay there in the dark before the sleep came for us, but I could have stayed like that forever with Hud, in that moment.
CHAPTER 14 - HUDSON
I woke up the next morning in a familiar bed with an unfamiliar companion. While I was no stranger to this over the course of my life, in the last couple months there hadn’t been too much of that.
Waking up with Mack in my arms was certainly out of the ordinary, but I was the last man on earth to complain - the way she dozed in the crook of my arm was incredible, just watching her laying there for a couple minutes.
After watching her for a bit, I stared at the ceiling, wondering if I had done the right things last night. I wasn’t even thinking about sleeping with Mack - anyone would have known that was where the two of us were heading, and it had been one of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life. No, I was wondering about how I had opened up to her, about what I had done in college.
Was telling her that the right move? Something was brewing between Mack and I, but I really didn’t know what shape it would take yet - and until I did, and even after that, Mack was still one of the executives managing the team I played for - that was a pretty textbook example of a conflict of interest.
I turned my head to watch her sleep, in a pool of her long dark hair, flowing all around that angelic face. I wondered why I had opened up to her at all - how could she spark such trust in me? It made no sense. All I knew was that I wanted to do the right thing around her, make her proud of me.
Suddenly, I felt restless, and I rolled my arm over so I could look at the time. Shit, I had to get moving if I was going to make it to the facility. I may not be able to practice or play in any games, but I could still work out and study, and I intended to be ready in case the league got the collective stick out of their ass in time to let me play against the Steelers on Sunday.
I managed to get myself out of bed without disturbing Mack, but she did snore more than once as I did, which made me chuckle as I lightly walked to the kitchen. First up was coffee - I wasn’t a huge fan of the stuff, but I knew Mack couldn’t start her day without it, so I made a fresh pot then started on a bigger breakfast, remembering how she had liked her eggs the last time she was here.
It took about 15 minutes to get everything going in the kitchen, and I flicked on the TV there to ESPN to see what was going on in my world. Of course, there were mentions throughout the broadcast about the league investigating me, but mostly the reports were about how the Patriots and Steelers matched up, with or without me on the field. I sighed and went back to cooking.
“Smells good,” Mack said from behind me, and I turned to see her standing in the doorway watching me, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. I drew in a deep breath, shocked at how good she looked even this early in the morning, and I had half a mind to bend her over the kitchen island and welcome in the morning together with some hot sex, but a glance at the clock said we didn’t really have time for that today.
Maybe some other morning? If this ever happened again.
I got a mug out of the cupboard and filled it to the brim, handing it to her. Mack looked at me like I was Santa Claus, blowing on the steaming mug for a moment before taking a long sip. “That really hits the spot in the morning,” she said, smiling up at me before coming in for a quick kiss.
I brought out a couple plates and Mack and I sat down to eat, not speaking, both of us watching SportsCenter intently. It felt so comfortable and normal that I wanted to laugh, given the kinky sex we had had just a few hours earlier. I didn’t know how she did it, how she made me feel so relaxed around her, but I was done questioning it, and I was ready to enjoy it.
Mack looked up at the clock after she finished he
r second helping, and I marveled at how much food she’d put away in such a short amount of time - that couldn’t have been healthy. “I gotta go,” she said. “I gotta get home quick and change before heading to the office.”
I nodded back at her. “I’ll see you there.”
“Yeah.” She left the room and I kept eating. Mack came back a couple minutes later pulling her shirt over her head. When she came around to me, Mack threw her arms around my neck and I leaned down to kiss her. “Last night was nice, Hud,” she whispered, in between kisses.
“It sure was,” I growled back, and I knew we could both feel my erection pressing against her leg.
Mack looked down. “I wish we had time to take care of that, but I really gotta go or I’ll be late for my first meeting.”
I nodded. “These things happen.”
“I’ll see you at work,” Mack said as she went out the door. I looked around the room and noted how empty it felt without her, even though she was barely gone a few seconds.
I sighed as I put away the dishes and got into the shower, washing myself off and getting ready for the day. The ride to the Patriots complex was uneventful, except I noticed a few fans standing outside holding “FREE HUD” signs and chanting. I actually pulled over and met them, talking to them for as long as I could, and posing for pictures with each and every one of them. I wasn’t a famous player by any stretch of the imagination, but having fans standing out in the winter cold to support me was a feeling I couldn’t quite explain.
I didn’t get to go to practice, or even watch it, but I did spend a couple hours in the film room breaking down Steelers offensive plays while my brothers sweated out on the practice field. And when they came in afterward I was right there, talking to them and telling the defensive guys what I had learned, key things to look out for, any hints that could get us the win on Sunday, whether I could play or not.
Lance and Drake and I had lunch in the cafeteria mostly in silence. We didn’t have much to talk about today, but it felt good knowing my guys were there for me through thick and thin. We passed by Coach Armstrong in the hallway and he said nothing to me, giving Drake and Lance each customary nods.
I knew I might not be able to play in the next game, but that didn’t make it any easier. I wanted to be out there - I wanted to pull my weight, I wanted to make a difference.
I just didn’t know how I could until the league let me. And that pissed me off more than anything.
CHAPTER 15 - MACKENZIE
I drove home from Hud’s place just a little too quickly for my own taste. It was a combination of being late and still being excited from what had happened last night. Finally, Hud and I had come together, and he’d fucked me. Mmmmm, that had felt so good, I couldn’t believe it had really happened.
I was thrilled - thrilled that things were finally starting to fall into place. Sure, it sucked that Hud was in trouble with the league, but after talking to him last night I was more sure than ever that he was innocent and would be cleared and ready to play. He might miss a game, which I would fight tooth and nail to avoid, but sometimes the league moved a little too slowly on these things.
Still, though, as I drove home and got into the shower to scrub the sex smells off me and get ready for work, my mind couldn’t help but wander back to Hud’s big hands all over me, his thick cock sliding in and out of me. Almost without willing it, I started touching myself in the shower, bringing myself to a nice orgasm to start the day off right.
I quickly got dressed and did my makeup, flying out the door and back into my car to get to the facility and the comforts of my office full of people needing my help. It never ended, but all through those morning meetings I would look out the window and smile and think about Hud’s lips on mine, how he had held me, how he’d guided my body during sex, how he had been just rough enough with me.
It had been perfect. But was it the right thing to do? The thought crept into my mind all at once and I sat up in the meeting I was ignoring. We worked together; not exactly in the same office, but I was one of the people in charge of his contract situation. That had to be a huge conflict of interest.
How would we navigate around it? I didn’t want to stop seeing Hud right when the good stuff was starting, but I clearly was in no position to make any decisions about him as a member of the Patriots. I was a woman in a completely male-dominated field - I needed these people to respect me and not question my decisions.
If it got out that I was sleeping with a player, then all hell would break loose, and any credibility I had managed to scrape together ever since I had started working here would be gone in an instant.
I had to be careful with how I proceeded - because my career depended on it.
What made matters worse was that I was the owner’s daughter. Sure, I was unlikely to get fired for something like this, but it would reflect badly on my father, and that was something he didn’t need ever, much less now when he was still grieving over my mother’s loss.
No, I had to take care of this myself, and keep it under wraps until Hud and I could figure out what it would become. I knew that after last night whatever doubts I had about being with him were gone - I was head over heels into him, and the way he had looked at me in the kitchen this morning during breakfast made it pretty clear he thought I was nifty too.
I just had to make sure no one found out about it, while getting the league to let him play this weekend.
After the meeting was over, I went back to my office and started making some calls, calling up anyone I could at the league office, anyone who owed me or my father a favor.
We needed Hudson Asher on the field this Sunday, and I was going to make that happen. If for no other reason than I wanted to make sure everyone in the office knew that I could handle things when the going got tough.
CHAPTER 16 - HUDSON
The news came down after lunch - someone came running in from the front office and barged into the linebackers’ meeting room out of breath. Once he’d calmed down he said that while the league hadn’t ruled on the supposed evidence against me, they had cleared me to play this weekend.
I was thrilled at the change in stance, and at the same time surprised - I didn’t think the league would let me play if they hadn’t yet made a decision, and to be honest, it worried me that they hadn’t yet. Usually these things didn’t become public unless the league was ready to make a move on someone, and this holding pattern of sorts benefitted no one.
My happiness at being let back onto the practice and game field was short lived. Coach Armstrong noted that the league hadn’t made a decision one way or the other about me yet, and they could very easily come down and suspend me for real next time. As such, he said, he couldn’t let me practice with the first team and take practice and playing time away from the backup who very well might need to play in the last three games of the year.
It was a twisted little set of logic, but I couldn’t argue with him - he was the coach and I was the player. I practiced with the second team for the rest of the week, and while it felt good to be back on the field and sweating, I didn’t like playing with the backups. I was a starter and that was where I fit in the best.
The game came around and Coach Armstrong stuck to his word - I didn’t start, and while I got onto the field as a backup more than once, I didn’t get nearly the playing time I usually got. My backup did well for himself in his first major pro football game, and it wasn’t even all that necessary - the Steelers had an off day and the Patriots cruised to victory by a comfortable margin.
After the game I walked up to Coach Armstrong. “Great win, Coach.”
“Yeah. Good effort, good hustle out there by everyone.” He didn’t say anything else, just let the silence hang there.
“McKee did well filling in for me this time,” I added, trying to sound cool with the whole situation and not succeeding at all.
