Jock

by Jenna Rose

  “I…I want you to take me, Trent,” I whispered. “I want you to have me.”

  “Baby,” he smiled. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.”

  My eyes went wide as he got on top of me. His body radiated heat and I spread my legs as he positioned himself and pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. I was wet and eager but also afraid.

  First times were supposed to hurt, right? And it wasn’t like Trent was small or anything…

  “Go slow,” I told him.

  “Don’t worry, princess. You’re in good hands.”

  I moaned as he pushed. That moan turned into a gasp as he kept going and I stretched around his swollen crown and felt his slick shaft slide inside. His lips crushed against mine as he penetrated me, and without hesitation, he gave me every inch he had to give.

  I bit down on his lip out of pure reflex as a sharp dart of pain flared within me. But Trent didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to like it.

  “Don’t worry,” he told me gently. “It will pass. And then I’ll make you come again.”

  He held it there, bottomed out inside me, while I took several deep breaths and tried to get used to it. I was exhilarated. My heart was about to pound out of my chest and my body was on fire for him.

  His thick arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. My breasts pressed against his strong chest and I reached out and put my hands on his hips as he started to move.

  “You’re so big!” I whispered as he fucked me.

  “I’m gonna ruin you,” he said through a smile. “Ruin you for any other man.”

  Oh my God!

  I burst with wetness and began rocking my body against his. My pussy stretched around his incredible girth and my mouth hung open as I took everything he gave me. The pain that I’d felt when he claimed me faded quickly into the background as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

  Already, I felt another orgasm beginning to rise inside.

  He was big. His perfect body flexed against mine. His bursting biceps held me so tight I couldn’t move—even if I’d wanted to—and his perfect abs lead down to and incredible taper that pointed down to all the action.

  I could hardly believe it as I watched him slide in and out of me. It just didn’t seem possible for something so big to go into something so small. My stomach rose slightly with each one of his incredible thrusts. His breath was strong and controlled, and I was anything but.

  “Trent!” I cried out as he picked up the pace. I threw my legs around his waist and clenched down as another orgasm came crashing down on me like a tidal wave. Hot, explosive passion rolled through me, knocking my head back and arching my back off the table.

  My pussy pulsed with perfect rhythm as I came, clenching down on his girth, holding him deep inside me. A long moan escaped my lips as I lost myself in ecstasy. I could feel Trent watching me, but instead of being even remotely embarrassed or shy, I loved it.

  “That’s it, princess,” Trent cooed as I started to come down. “You’re not a virgin anymore. You’re mine.”

  “Yours…” I whispered back. “I’m all yours.”

  “I bet you never saw this coming when I came into the studio,” he whispered as he grinded against me like we were slow dancing. My body shook from the sensitivity and I pulled his lips to mine.

  “Shut up,” I told him. “Shut up and fuck me.”

  Chapter Ten

  Trent

  I’d already come once, but once was not enough. Even twice wasn’t going to satisfy me. Kylie was my drug and I was already hooked.

  Her sweet, dripping wet pussy had my cock soaked, and I watched as her gorgeous face twisted as I gave her another orgasm. As she cried out, I silenced her with my lips, engulfing her mouth in mine.

  She moaned into it and sucked my bottom lip as her hole clenched down on me like a fist.

  Number three, I thought.

  But that wasn’t enough. Not by a long shot. Kylie was a goddess, a princess who deserved the best I had to offer, and I wasn’t going to stop until she was dick-drunk, covered in sweat, and gasping for breath on the massage table, barely able to pronounce her own name.

  “I might die,” Kylie whispered as she slumped down beneath me. “You’re gonna kill me.”

  “Death by dick wouldn’t be a bad way to go,” I joked.

  I slid out of her, causing her to gasp from the loss, and kissed her gently between her breasts, tasting the sweat on her skin. I moved my lips down, tracing the line of her ribs, kissing her just beneath her belly button and then once on both hips.

  Her body quivered and she gasped as I put my tongue where it belonged.

  “Trent…”

  She didn’t think I’d go down on her again after fucking her, but she was wrong.

  I lapped hungrily at her wet cunt, coating my chin and cheeks with her juices, possessed like an animal.

  Her little clit was swollen and I wrapped my lips around it and sucked gently, causing her body to rise up off the table like we were floating in space.

  “I can’t!” she cried out. “I can’t take it!”

  She squirmed away from me, but I reached out and snatched her by the ankle and pulled her back.

  “Trent!” she giggled, spinning onto her stomach. “No!”

  “Yes, princess,” I growled as I tugged her back to me. “I want you to come again.”

  “You’ll kill me!”

  I snatched her hips and lifted her up and pulled her back to me. Her legs folded beneath her and I pressed her down so she was in something resembling doggy style. I spanked her hard, causing her to cry out again, as my dick—hard as iron—pulsed with desire between my legs.

  Her ass was perfection, and I spread her wide open and buried my face between her cheeks. My tongue found her clit again as I held her where I wanted her, and I rolled it with precision, causing her body to jolt like she’d been shocked.

  Kylie was mine and mine alone. No man would ever have her but me and there wasn’t an inch of her body that I wouldn’t claim.

  My hands slid up her body to her breasts. I squeezed as she groaned deep and from her core. I knew I had her close again, but I had more I needed to do to her.

  Her body quaked, but just as she was about to go over the edge, I snatched her by the hips and dragged her off the edge of the table, bent her over it, and slid my dick inside her.

  “Fuck!” she all but screamed.

  I gave her every inch and bottomed out inside her, and as she came, I came.

  “I’m coming!” I growled.

  “Yes!” she cried out. “Do it!”

  We went off together, like two rockets headed for space. Her entire body shook as her orgasm took her, and my cock pulsed as I shot a heavy load into her tight, slick hole. Her pussy clenched down like it was sucking my dick, and I held her tight as my cock pumped shot after shot of my sticky, warm cum into her.

  Panting like a couple of sprinters, we both collapsed onto the ground of the cabin and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close like we were spooning. I groaned and dragged my lips across her neck as her curls spilled down across my face.

  I could feel my load spilling out of her. I didn’t even have to see the amount to know that I’d never come that much in my life—even after already busting once down her throat earlier.

  Mine now, I thought with a smile. Only mine…

  “That was…amaze…amaze…amaze…” Kylie tried to speak but seemed to be having a hard time, so I helped her out.

  “Amazing?”

  “That’s the word,” she said with a funny little snap, raising her head to smile before dropping it back to the ground.

  “I feel…funny.”

  “Probably because I just blew your mind, baby,” I growled into her ear, causing her to squirm.

  “Mmmm, I blew you too,” she joked.

  “You sure did.”

  It was incredible how I felt. I could have lain there forever and been perfectly happy. This girl who I’
d just met had me completely smitten. If I’d met her back in college, there was no way I would have been able to concentrate on anything but her, and even now I couldn’t help but feel like if I was to somehow be forced to quit the league and retire, I could be happy in a little house with Kylie, just being with her every day.

  “I hope you know, Kylie…this isn’t just a fling or something,” I told her. “I meant what I said before about there not being any other girls.”

  Kylie didn’t respond immediately. After a moment, she turned her head and looked back at me. I saw a hopeful trust in her eyes, like she was deciding whether or not to believe me—to give herself over to me.

  “I…I believe you,” she finally said.

  “I don’t know how to explain it,” I told her. “But when I’m with you…nothing else seems to matter.”

  “When I’m with you,” she replied. “I—I don’t feel like myself.”

  “That’s a good thing?”

  “Well—yes!” she giggled. “When I’m me, I’m this Type A, workaholic businesswoman who’s always the leader and always in charge and always has responsibility. But with you, I feel like I can actually be a little submissive and let you be in control. I can’t tell you what a weight off my shoulders that is, and I didn’t even realize I needed it until I met you.”

  I grinned. “Yeah, I saw that in you from the moment we met.”

  “You did not!” she pouted with a smile.

  “Sure I did,” I replied, grinding my still semi-hard cock deep inside her, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. “And when you’re with me, baby, I don’t mind running the show. In fact, I insist on it.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Kylie

  When we touched down in Dallas, I felt like I’d wandered into a fairy tale.

  Trent really did make me feel like a princess, and it wasn’t just because it had become his favorite pet name for me. He treated me like I was the only woman on Earth and I knew he was my knight in shining armor that would do anything for me.

  We spent the rest of the flight lounging naked in his private room, fawning all over each other, drinking a couple of glasses of champagne and eating gourmet hors d'oeuvres that the flight attendants brought in.

  We covered up for that, of course.

  I was crushing hard on Trent, and if I was being honest with myself, it may have been a bit more than a crush.

  He’d come out of nowhere, barging into my life, and at first I’d wanted nothing to do with him. I thought he was just another jerk, but how wrong I’d been.

  Trent was the complete opposite of what I’d expect from a man of his status. He was kind, compassionate, and although he was fiercely dominant and possessive of me, wanted nothing but the best for me.

  “Ready for the heat?” he asked as the plane came to a stop. “Little warmer than Massachusetts.”

  The door opened and warm air swept into the cabin.

  “Mmm, not as hot as you,” I joked as he wrapped his arm around me and lead me down the airstairs.

  “Thanks, guys!” he said to the flight staff, who waved as we exited the airplane.

  The sun wasn’t up yet but it was hotter than I was feeling inside. I can’t lie—I did feel like a princess as we took the airstairs down to the tarmac. It wasn’t anything remotely close to the life I was used to living, and I’d just taken a major step forward as well.

  I was no longer a virgin. I’d given myself to Trent, the most deserving man I’d ever met in my life. He’d showed me a world I didn’t even know I’d been missing out on, and the things I was feeling for him now…well, let’s just say I’d never even come close to feeling anything like that before.

  A huge smile was plastered all over my face as we walked to the car he had waiting. I don’t know what it was, but it clearly cost more than a nice house. He held my hand as we slid in the backseat. Alfred got in up front and we started to drive.

  I felt like royalty as we drove to the hotel. We pulled up out front, men came out and took our bags, and we stepped into a lobby that looked like the kind of place celebrities would rent out for an Oscar party or something.

  “Mmmm, I can’t wait to see our room,” I said, cuddling up next to my man.

  My man…

  “Here’s the key,” Alfred told me. I took it from him. “Trent and I have a couple of things to discuss. Why don’t you go up and make yourself comfortable?”

  I looked at Trent, who gave me a reluctant nod.

  “Yeah, gotta deal with a few things,” he said, pecking me on the forehead like we’d been going out for years. “I’ll be right up.”

  “Okay,” I said. I leaned in and cupped his bulge and whispered in his ear, “Don’t keep me waiting.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered back, his strong voice sending a shiver through me. I made my way to the elevators and managed to sneak in just before the doors were closing. There was another woman standing in the corner wearing dark sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat like she didn’t want to be recognized.

  Probably a celebrity, I thought, feeling suddenly like the cool down in high school.

  “Floor?” she asked me. I checked my key.

  “Twelfth.”

  “What a coincidence,” she replied as she thumbed the button. “So am I.”

  The elevator started up and I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, hoping that Trent wouldn’t be more than five or ten minutes doing whatever it was he was doing. Sure, we’d just had sex on the flight over, but I was feeling insatiable. It was like a dam had broken inside of me and unleashed the flood waters of desire and I was riding them high on a surfboard with my eyes on the horizon.

  “You know…I shouldn’t say anything,” the woman said softly. “But I just can’t help myself.”

  I opened my eyes to find her looking at me, smiling like she had the world’s greatest secret to tell me.

  “Guess who I’m going to see?” she asked.

  I shrugged. “I really couldn’t say. I’m not even from Houston—”

  “Trent Baron!”

  My heart stopped. All the breath left my lungs, and although I fought against it, my mouth fell open in shock.

  “I know, right?” she replied happily, biting the corner of her lip. “He slid into my DMs—I’m actually an influencer—and told me to meet him here so we could ‘blow off steam’ before his game. He even paid for my ticket and everything!”

  No…

  I felt the tears beginning to well up in my eyes as my breath returned and I gasped for air. I turned away as I began to cry, pretending I had to fix my hair, but she picked up on it immediately.

  “Aw, honey,” she cooed. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine,” I replied. “I just—I have something in my eye.”

  “Oh…” she said knowingly. “Oh, he told you to come too, didn’t he? That is so like professional football players. They’re dogs, honey. They all are. I’m just in this for the publicity.”

  “Pub—publicity?”

  “Yeah, we’ll take an Instagram picture together,” she replied flippantly. “I’ll get a ton of likes and new followers and he’ll get what he wants.”

  “Which is what?” I replied, trying not to burst into hysterical tears.

  “I think we both know.”

  The elevator slowed to a stop, dinged and the doors opened. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she stepped out, but I didn’t move; I just stayed there with my face turned into the corner as I tried not to break down.

  “Don’t worry, honey,” she said. “You probably dodged a bullet with this one.”

  As she stepped out, I heard the sound of her phone’s camera click, followed by her heels clicking down the hallway.

  Is she really taking selfies right now? I thought as the doors shut behind me and I began to sob.

  My stomach lurched, and it wasn’t just from the elevator starting its descent. I was sure I was going to be sick. After everything that had happened,
after giving my virginity to the man I was sure was the man of my dreams, I’d been played.

  I was just another girl on his checklist, another bright-eyed babe who fell for his act. He and Alfred were probably downstairs fielding another couple of girls he had lined up for tonight—or maybe he was even with one of them right now.

  You’re an idiot, Kylie, I thought as I spilled out of the elevator and ran for the lobby bathrooms. And you got played.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kylie

  I turned the water in the sink on high and rinsed my mouth, splashed water on my face, and stared at my pathetic reflection in the mirror. My makeup was ruined; lines of black, tear-streaked mascara ran down my face and I looked like a wet dog who’d just come in from the rain.

  “Don’t worry honey…”

  The woman from the elevator’s words rang in my head.

  “You probably dodged a bullet with this one.”

  “Yeah, right,” I said, my voice choked through sobs as I shut the water off and did my best with a wad of paper towels to make my face somewhat presentable.

  I had to get out of here—out of the hotel, out of Houston, and back to Mass—but how? I’d flown here private, and suddenly realized that I didn’t even have my purse or any of my cards with me.

  What an absolute idiot.

  I had my cell phone at least, right?

  Nope.

  I’d either left it in the car, the plane, or back at the apartment. My mind had been spinning like a tornado when Alfred had showed up in the car, and I must have left it on the couch or something…

  This is a nightmare.

  As a fresh set of tears formed in my eyes, the door to the bathroom burst open. Not wanting to be seen in the state I was in, I quickly ducked into a stall and closed the door behind me.

  “I cannot fucking believe this!” a ditzy girl laughed. Through the gap in the stall, I could see a pair of blood red heels attached to a pair of skinny legs in black leather pants. “You are an absolute savage, Devaney. You’re upstairs now? Oh my God! What did you say to her!?”