12 Days

by Dark Angel

  The other is Julianna.

  Ethan’s interception means I’m back on the field. This is the first time I’ve taken the field and I’m determined to leave my mark.

  “I’m going to smoke your ass, motherfucker!” the defensive tackle for the Donkeys is yelling at me as I start the snap count. I brush it aside. I know the guy. His name is Marvin Jomas. I’ve gone up against him before. I know exactly who he is.

  How?

  No time to tell you now, because I snap the ball and all of a sudden I’m in the zone. Everything else falls out and my eagle eyes are looking for my receivers as they shoot down the field. My left tackle is doing his job but he’s not doing it perfectly because Marvin is all of a sudden through. The Donkeys are fucking pissed at the three back to back sacks and interception we just gave them and they’re looking to take it out on me.

  Marvin twists and turns his body and I see a wide receiver maybe three seconds from being open out near the 30-yard line. But I don’t have three fucking seconds. Marvin is only maybe a second away.

  Literally, by the time you read this, Marvin is already fucking on me. I can smell his fucking hot breath. I can see the eye of the fucking tiger in his eyes. I can feel the adrenaline going through my veins like a fucking drug.

  He reaches his arms around to grab me.

  But I’ve done this rodeo too many fucking times. I literally do what no QB in the world can ever do. I take two steps back, then to the side and then forward. And I do it so fucking fast that Marvin has no idea where I fucking went. He’s trying to grab me and sees me from his front while I’m at his side. It’s like instinct. I’m letting my legs move themselves - letting each muscle work itself and strain and push and take my body as close to God as it can get.

  I’m in nirvana.

  And that’s where I calmly stick my foot out, and before Marvin can even understand what happened, he’s tripping over. He tries real hard to get his balance back, but he was moving too fast, and with too much mass. I could recover, but Marvin’s muscles aren’t as well tuned to make such small course corrections.

  He lands on the ground.

  Three seconds are up and I see the wide receiver running with his hands out. I pull my arm back, take note of his trajectory and let the ball fucking fly.

  The football shoots out and over the heads of the everyone on the field. It sails and for one second there’s peace.

  Until it lands in the arms of my receiver.

  He’s so fucking far down the field that in another five seconds he prances to the end zone.

  I look over at Marvin, the defensive tackle that’s going to try to redeem himself. It’s time to make sure he realizes who the fucking boss is.

  “Oh yeah, Marvin,” I say to him as my breath comes out in ragged gasps. “I fucked your wife.”

  He looks at me like I could do better in the insult game. But I’m not done.

  “Like literally man, you were on the road and we had a Thursday game, and I came over and fucked your wife.”

  His nostrils flare like a bull and he snorts.

  “Careful what you do amigo, you don't want to get fucking ejected,” I say to him as I start getting ready to run to the side-line. “And just in case you don’t believe me, that poplar tree outside your house could use some pruning.”

  Boom. His fucking face falls. He knows he can’t touch me on the field. And he must know that if he even tried I’d knock him back down to Division III football I’d hit him so fucking hard. All he can do is go back to his side

  By the end of the first quarter we’re up 28 to 7. By halftime, we’ve got this shit locked down. The Donkeys didn’t score. By the end of the game, I’ve taken this team to a 35 -14 win over the Denver Donkeys.

  I throw my head back in adrenaline.

  Lights. Camera. Flash.

  Glory.

  Football.

  This is what I fucking live for.

  * * *

  “Fantastic team effort, everyone!” Coach Karl says to everyone in the locker room. I don’t mind. We fucking won. Not just won, we destroyed the Donkeys. In a fashion that they’re not likely to forget.

  “Game ball,” the Coach says, and people quiet down. This is where the team pays homage to the one person who displayed more talent, skill, and fucking heart than everyone else. Without who we wouldn’t be celebrating. Everyone looks to see who the coach is going to name but I already know. “Game ball goes to…”

  He doesn’t get a chance to finish because that’s the exact moment when Julianna comes in.

  “I’ll take that, Karl,” she says, walking into the locker room without batting an eye. It’s over a hundred fucking men. Large, sweaty, muscled men in various stages of undress. And she’s a fucking smoking hot single woman with a fucking tight black dress on that’s showing off her legs, tits, and ass.

  Coach Karl stumbles a bit, not used to the owner, or even a woman come in and upend him. You can tell by his demeanor that he’s not used to taking orders from a woman. For a second, I wonder if they’re gonna replay the same shit that happened when she took over practice. But he retreats graciously this time, giving up the one accolade he allows himself to give his players each fucking game to Julianna.

  I feel kind of bad for the dude as he as he steps aside and hands her the ball. A bunch of the guys fucking clap and give her dog whistles as she enters the huddle. She smiles like she’s fucking enjoying it.

  Fuck. Any other woman with a sex tape out there in the world would be curled up in bed hiding from the world. Julianna seems to not even care.

  “I see you’ve seen my handiwork, huh?” she says with a grin.

  Fuck me, my cock twitches at her fucking words. She doesn’t care. She laughs and the guys laugh along with her, cheering and hollering. She’s basically one of them - except with a fucking hot body.

  “Game ball,” she said, twirling the football with the skill of a professional, “I think is pretty fair to say it goes to the one and only Colt Stackford!”

  The guys are cheering now. I bet some of them thought if she was going to be all lovey-dovey and shit give the game ball to Ethan because he fucked her. But I can tell from Julianna’s eyes as she walks up to me and hands me the ball that she doesn't think like that. He was pleasuring her. He was servicing her. Not the other way around.

  This woman doesn’t take shit from anyone.

  “Where you been, sailor?” she asks me with a smirk. “I thought you had a prize to collect?”

  Fuck me. She’s fucking coming onto me. I love this fucking woman.

  “I thought you were busy,” I say, trying to throw the ball back in her court. And fuck it, you got me, okay? I’m a bit jealous.

  “I was,” she says. “I had sex with Ethan, or do you live under a rock?”

  Fucking Christ. That just takes me down. She doesn’t even fucking care. I can tell the guys are looking at us but trying to enjoy their own festivities - one or two are even popping champagne. I can tell DeShawn is trying his best to pretend like nothing is happening next to me, but he’s still wearing his fucking jock strap - too weirded out to take it off.

  “Nah, I fucking saw that,” I say, wondering if I’m sounding like a little bitch.

  “But I’m free tonight, if you want to see if you can do better?” she says out loud.

  She doesn’t fucking care that a few of the guy’s snicker. I don’t care at this point either.

  She doesn’t say anything more – just smiles sweetly at me and turns around.

  And all I can do is stand there and watch her sway her hips, her perfect ass cheeks teasing me as she walks out of the room.

  * * *

  It takes about two hours to finally get into the city.

  I can’t believe it but I’m fucking nervous. I have no reason to be. But I am, as I stand outside Julianna’s door.

  I managed to scarf down a burger and a vitamin water on the way over here. I didn’t want to be fucking late.

  Jesus Christ
, will you fucking listen to me? I sound like a fucking 16-year-old on his first fucking date in his life!

  But still, I take a deep breath and I ring the doorbell to her penthouse condo. Apparently, the receptionist was expecting me It’s just her door in the hallway. And the elevator that brought me up. Nothing else.

  At first, there’s nothing.

  Then the door opens.

  Julianna’s standing there. With a glass of wine. My cock is fucking twitching like a fucking snake just seeing her.

  She reaches over, grabs my shirt, and pulls me inside.

  Fucking hell, this girl is gonna be trouble.

  Julianna

  “Do you want some wine, Colt?” I ask him, my fingers still tight on his shirt. I pull him so close to me I can feel electricity building up between our lips.

  “Was that what you did with Ethan? Drink fucking wine?” He asks, a hard edge to his words. I can’t stop myself from laughing straight to his face. Colt Stackford, the big bad wolf of the league, the nemesis of all married men around the country, is jealous.

  How cute.

  “No. We had no time for that,” I tell him, a provocative grin dancing on my lips. “You know Ethan. He doesn’t talk much. He prefers to act.”

  Colt squints his eyes at me, and I know I got him right where it hurts. These two really can’t stop competing. In a sense, it’s almost as if they live for each other. Maybe they don’t see it, but they can’t fool me. These two spend a lot more time than would be reasonable thinking of each other. There’s something there, I can feel it.

  “Ethan’s nothing,” Colt snickers. “Just wait until you’ve tried a real man.”

  Before he even knows what hit him, I put my wine down and take my hand to his crotch, grabbing his cock harshly over his pants.

  “I’ve had a lot of real men already. That no longer does it for me. I need more, Colt,” I whisper in his ear, my lips softly brushing against him. “Are you more?”

  He doesn’t bother with a reply - he lets one hand of his climb up my leg and under the hem of my dress, his open palm pressing hard against my thong. Grinning, I look straight into his eyes, squeezing his growing cock with my fingers. So far, so good - Colt seems to be packing as much as Ethan. Now I just need to see if he knows how to use it.

  “I’m going to show you the true meaning of more, babe,” he growls at me. Before I can chide him for calling me babe, he presses his mouth against mine, holding my head with his hand on my neck. I part my lips, allowing his eager tongue to wrestle against mine, his fingers rubbing my pussy over my black lace thong.

  I start to get wet fast, the fabric sticking to my skin as he rubs on it over my pussy. Suddenly, he lets go, both his hands flying to my collarbone and grabbing at my tight dress. He tugs on it, the sound of it ripping apart almost too painful to hear. There goes one $10,000 designer dress. Whatever.

  He keeps pushing the fabric, his eyes widening with an insatiable hunger as they wander through my half naked chest. I grab him by his hair, pulling him into my chest; he goes there willingly, kissing between my tits as if I was the last woman on Earth. His fingers fumble with the clasp of my bra and, when he finally unfastens it, he pulls down on the shoulder straps hurriedly.

  I grab his hair hard, keeping him in place. I motion him to go where I want him to and I can’t help but let a moan cascade out of my lips as he wraps his hungry lips around my right nipple.

  I want more, and I want it now.

  I push him back harshly, grabbing at his shirt while I turn around and pull him after me. I walk across the room as slowly as I can manage, the sound of my heels clicking on the floor matching the steady beat of my own heart. Halfway through the living room, I stop dead in my tracks, the leather couch grabbing my attention - me and Ethan fucked right there… Somehow, there’s something poetically sinful about letting Colt’s cock inside of me on the same spot Ethan did it.

  I turn on my heels, pulling Colt after me as I head to the couch. One foot away from it, Colt decides to take the lead - he grabs me by the wrists and, with insatiable lust burning in his eyes, grabs at my dress and completely rips it off my body. I fall down onto the seat as the fabric flies off me, only my small thong covering me.

  His crotch is right in front of my face, his cock pushing against his underwear and pants as if it were a steel rod. I’m actually half-surprised the buttons on his pants aren’t popping out by themselves. Well, I can help with that. I press my hand on his crotch, his cock pulsing furiously against me, and slide it upwards towards the hem of his pants. My eyes never leaving his, I start popping each and every button, his cock pressing out against my knuckles as I go.

  Let’s see what you’re hiding under that boxer brief of yours, Colt.

  I grab his underwear, pushing it down his legs in one swift movement. His cock jumps out at once - it’s thick, a small web of blue veins around his unbelievable length, and it’s pulsing with unbridled desire.

  “Not bad,” I smirk at him, curling my fingers around the root of his shaft. He almost growls at me as I say it - Colt can’t take a backhanded compliment, and I can tell the gears inside his testosterone-filled brain are already turning, trying to see if I’m comparing him with Ethan.

  He’s right. I am indeed comparing the two of them - just not in the way he thinks. I’m comparing them because they’re both in a whole new level. These two have the biggest cocks I have ever seen in my whole life. I couldn’t be gladder I got them in a trade - now that was a bargain.

  I start stroking him, taking one hand all the way up his length, and then making the same climb with my other hand. I go like that for a while, tugging on his member with both my hands in a flowing motion. His hips rock slightly forwards, telling me how he yearns to put his hardness inside of my mouth.

  I can do that. I’ll just do it my way.

  I let my hands go up to his stomach and I grab at his shirt, tugging on it sideways and making the buttons jump with a popping sound and scatter on the floor. He takes it out as I hurry down to his pants and boxer briefs and push them completely down his legs. Before he can step out of them, I grab him by the waist and push him down onto the couch, right next to me. He grins at me as I position myself on top of him, taking his shoes off and throwing them away; he kicks off his pants then, and I take a whole second to marvel at the perfect naked specimen laying down on my couch.

  We’re cramped on the couch, my body crouched next to his side as he remains lying down, but I don’t care. Cramped works just fine.

  I lean into him, parting my lips and taking his glans inside of my mouth. I feel him exhale in pleasure, and I flick my tongue against his tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements. His hands go to my head and he pushes me down with an almost anxious eagerness. I don’t even bother resisting his pressure - I want to feel that thickness of his inside my mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it. Going down his length, I push myself as hard as I can, straining to fit him all inside of my mouth. I pull back slowly the moment I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock. I’m progressing, it seems - I’ve had some practice with Ethan, after all.

  Wrapping my fingers around his member, I start bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue at his cock as I suck on it. His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.

  Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and go around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris. He doesn’t waste time - with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out and a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.

  I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do - something better.

 
I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out; then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and jump on top of him, my back turned to his face. Realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy. I ease myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my labia and jab in and out of me quickly, one hand of his going around my waist and pressing down on my clitoris.

  My pussy on his face, I lean forwards, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth. I let it slide inside of me in a hurry, his burning flesh rolling over my tongue hastily. I suck on him as hard as I can, cupping and caressing his balls with one hand. God, even his balls are huge - it seems like I’m playing with tennis balls.

  I try to focus on what I’m doing, but it’s harder than it seems. He keeps flicking his tongue at me, thrusting with it and then sliding it all along my slit, all while he rubs on my clit with the dexterity of a true master. We’re pleasing each other with our mouths - my pussy in his mouth, his cock in mine - and it’s absolutely amazing. And what makes it even better is that we’re doing on the same couch I rode Ethan until I came. Thinking of that only makes me sway my hips against his face harder, all the muscles in my body tensing up as a nocked arrow.

  Just like that, I take his cock out of my mouth and let a high-pitched scream tumble out of my mouth and fill the whole room. I grab his knees hard, arching my back as a jolt of mind numbing electricity runs through my spine. I’m coming hard and, fuck, he doesn’t ease up. He keeps licking me, his fingers hooked on my hips and keeping me in place. I tremble in ecstasy like a madwoman until I can’t take it anymore; I roll to the side, closing my eyes and breathing hard.

  “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” I hear him say, and I can almost picture the mocking grin he has on his face. I open my eyes and turn to him - and yes, there it is, that smirk of his.

  “Oh, let’s see who’s tired when I’m done with you,” I jab back at him, narrowing my eyes while my lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.

  “Let’s see, then.” He sits up on the couch and before I can even catch my breath, he has me laying down. My legs are parting before my rational mind can even process what’s happening, Colt fitting right between them. Grabbing his cock, he leans into me and rubs its fat head against my pussy, slapping it down against my clitoris in a way that makes me bite down my lip.