Football Dad: (Friends to Lovers)

by Terry Towers

  Fuck, fuck, fuck! I turned my head as his lips reached my earlobe and captured his lips with my own, moaning softly as our lips touched. Our lips played a moment, before I opened my mouth, inviting him in. As his tongue slipped between my lips it touched mine sending a pulse down my spine to end at my core. My pussy clenched, my panties growing damp as our tongues explored and frolicked.

  Suddenly, his hands slipped my mound and my breast and he grasped my hips, spinning me around so I was face to face with him. Grasping my waist, he lifted me up and onto the countertop. Sitting on the counter I was at eye level with him, his blue eyes had grown dark the desire within them making my breath hitch in my throat.

  “Why did you come here?” he asked, his voice breaking.

  I hesitated a moment. Should I be bold or chicken out? Placing my palms flat against his chest, the muscle beneath my fingertips rippled and it became my undoing. I couldn’t have made up an excuse if I wanted to.

  “For you.” The words came out as barely more than a whisper, but then his lips came crashing down onto mine with a fierceness that I’ve never felt from a man before. His kiss claimed me, telling me I was his and I couldn’t have been happier to surrender myself to someone.

  As my hands slipped up and over his beautifully defined shoulders to rest behind his neck, his hands slid down my back and grasped the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up. Pulling my lips from his, I raised my hand above my head, my gaze locked with his.

  “Are you sure?” He pulled the shirt up and over my head tossing it onto the counter beside me. “I don’t—”

  I cut him off with a kiss, my lips claiming his with as much determination as his had done to mine moments prior. He gave into my probing tongue and our tongues danced. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him tighter to me, his hard dick pressing against my jean-covered pussy. My core ached for him. I needed to feel him inside me more than I’ve ever needed to feel anyone in my life. I’d kept these urges for him pent up for far too long, masturbation was barely taking the edge off at this point.

  Gripping my ass cheeks in his hands, Cole lifted me up and onto his hips.

  I yelped, ending the kiss, not expecting him to pick me up as if I weighed nothing at all. I’d always daydreamed I’d be with a man who’d carry me into the bedroom and it was finally my reality. I tightened my arms around his neck and legs around his waist as I began to place butterfly kisses across his collarbone and shoulder.

  “Mmm. God, London you smell so damned good. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of being with you.”

  “Too long,” I agreed. The anticipation made my heart beat rapidly in my chest, leaving me breathless.

  We crossed the threshold and entered what I presumed to be his bedroom. Reaching the bed, we fell onto it, him on top of me. As we tumbled, he reached out and placed a hand on either side of my head to keep from crushing me. Reaching my hands up and over my head, I smiled up at him, arching my back and stretching my body pressing up against him.

  He closed his eyes and groaned. When his eyes reopened, the fire within them had intensified. He dipped his head and began to kiss along my collarbone, starting near my shoulder and working his way to the center of my chest.

  As he placed the delicious kisses along my trembling body, my hands slid down his body, starting at his upper back and caressing the muscle as I worked my way to his lower back and under the elastic band of his flannel pajama pants. I gripped his tight ass, pulling his groin down and tight to mine. My pussy clenched again, the need becoming uncomfortable as I wiggled under him, hoping to relieve the building pressure.

  Cole’s kisses came to a sudden stop when he reached the valley between my breasts. Pulling up for a brief moment, he inserted his fingers under the front clasp of my bra and with a quick flick of the wrist the garment came undone. My breasts sprung free. Cole lowered his mouth to my left breast capturing it between his lips and sucking it into his mouth.

  I moaned, closing my eyes and taking a moment to enjoy the jolts of pleasure racing through me. As his mouth teased my first breast, he palmed my other in his large, strong hand, rolling my nipple between his fingertips, turning it into a tight, pointed nub.

  Grabbing the waistband of his bottoms, I wiggled them down and over his hips, freeing his member. Snaking my hand between us, I cupped his balls in my hand and gave them a gentle squeeze.

  His fingers playing with my nipple tightened and he lifted his head to groan. Releasing my other nipple from his mouth, he looked up at me. Our gazes locked and there was no mistaking what was going to happen, neither one of us could have stopped it, even if we wanted to.

  Sliding off me, he stepped out of his pajama bottoms to stand there before me, the most magnificent looking man I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. My eyes slowly made their way down his powerful body. His chest was thick with muscle and well-defined. Dropping my gaze, I took in his sculpted abs and then continued lower. His dick stood large and proud, waiting to fill me, the head glistening with precum at the tip.

  When my eyes reached his face to catch his gaze, his sexy smile made my heart skip a beat. Leaning forward, he unbuttoned my jeans and the zipper before hooking his thumbs into the jean belt loops and giving them a tug. Lifting my butt, the jeans effortlessly slid down my legs. The coolness of the room made my pussy cool due to the dampness of my arousal that had saturated my thin lace panties.

  “Dammit, you’re so beautiful.”

  I forced myself not to be bashful and try to cover up, but couldn’t stop the flush that heated my cheeks. If it hadn’t been for how aroused I was, I may have. Instead, I placed my hands above my head and arched my back, stretching, making my breasts which were just starting to see the effects of gravity stand tall.

  Catching my lower lip between my teeth, I nodded, letting my eyes wander his body once more. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

  Chuckling, he stepped between my legs and leaned over me. I thought he was going to catch my nipple in his mouth again, but he didn’t, instead his lips landed on my upper abdominals. I sucked in sharply as he slowly worked his way down my stomach towards the ultimate destination which I knew was my pussy.

  Grabbing at the top of my panties he slowly rolled them down my hips, paving the way for my lips and mouth to dip lower and lower. My entire body trembled as he got even lower still until I could feel his breath on my wet pussy.

  My hands gripped at the blankets beneath me as I inhaled sharply when his fingers gently spread my pussy lips exposing my sensitive clit to him. Lifting my head, I looked down and our eyes locked as he lowered his head. His tongue lashed out and swiped at my clit, sending a spike of pleasure through me that made me groan out loud as I flopped my head back down, closing my eyes.

  “Ohmygod, Cole!” I groaned out loud. His tongue lashed a second time and another jolt of pleasure raced through me. Over and over, his tongue teased, tightening the knot of need within me. “It’s too much!”

  “Not near enough,” he growled back as he slipped two fingers deep inside of me, nearly sending me spiraling over the edge.

  Fuccccck… his tongue resumed its torture as his fingers stroked the wall of my pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone bring me this close to climax so quickly. My pelvis began to buck against his mouth as he nipped at my clit, gently sucking.

  My head began to spin. The pleasure became too intense. I wanted to pull him tighter, and push him away all at the same time.

  “God, I need your dick!” I groaned.

  “Soon,” he promised, removing his fingers only to replace them with his tongue. His tongue thrust into me, once, twice, three times...

  “Yes, yes, yes!” My body jerked and writhed on the bed as I hit my breaking point. My pussy clenched so tight it was painful, quickly followed by a release so blissful and sweet, I cried out, my juices greeting his eager tongue.

  I lay spread eagle on the bed, panting, for a moment all I could do was lay there waiting for the stren
gth to return to my body. Taking a deep breath in, I released it and opened my eyes.

  “It’s not over by a long shot, baby.”

  I grinned as I looked up at him. He grabbed my waist and lifted me as if I weighed nothing and tossed me a couple feet higher onto the mattress, crawling up to settle between my legs. His large shaft rubbed against my mound and I immediately attempted to adjust my body so that his tip poked at my entrance. But he held back, running his shaft up and down between my folds increasing the torture.

  “Please. God, please, I need it now!” I couldn’t wait any longer, it was too intense.

  “Yes, I love hearing you beg for me,” he whispered in my ear, the heat of his breath making me tremble and buck against him.

  “Cole!” My pussy clenched again, the throbbing ache of need becoming to intense.

  “London.” Chuckling, he bit at the side of my neck.

  “You’re so cruel!” I groaned my frustration evident in my voice. I’d been fantasizing about this for months and finally it was becoming a reality.

  “Not that cruel.” He kissed his way along my jawline and then to my lips. His mouth came crashing down on mine demanding my surrender. As he claimed my mouth, he thrust into me, stretching me beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I cried out against his lips, raising my legs and wrapping them around his waist and pulling him in deeper.

  He pulled his lips from mine as he kept his shaft deep in me. Placing his forehead against mine, he closed his eyes. I slipped my hands to his shoulders and held him tight, our breaths intermingling. Despite the need within me to have him move and bring me to orgasm again, there was a comfort and connection at that moment that I didn’t want to end. It was a feeling of oneness that I’d never felt with anyone else before.

  “You’re so amazing, London,” he whispered. Opening my eyes, I looked up and stared up at him, emotion swirled within me that I needed to keep at bay, at least for now. I wished I had some witty response, but I didn’t. I had no words to describe the feelings within me.

  Slowly, he began to withdraw from my core, until the tip barely breached my entrance. I was about to protest, beg him to stay deep within me forever, but he thrust back into me—hard—so hard that I cried out as my head began to swim from the pleasure shooting through me.

  He withdrew and slid back in a second time and third time. On and on, in and out, he caused my passion to increase with each thrust. My hands tightened on his shoulders, my nails digging into his hard flesh, leaving deep crescent shapes in their wake.

  I began to move with him, meeting each of his thrusts with my own, our bodies working together in perfect harmony. The heat between my legs turned into a burning inferno that only his release could extinguish.

  “I need you to come. Please.”

  “Mmm, keep begging.”

  “Please, Cole!”

  “You first, baby.”

  Cole paused his thrusts for a moment. He lifted himself from me, making me long for the heat of his body to return. Sitting back on his heels, he placed my ankles over his shoulders and began thrusting hard and fast, getting deeper than I ever thought possible.

  Opening my eyes, I watched his cock as it disappeared and reappeared from within me. Seeing him pleasure me and feeling the effects of his cock was just too much to handle. With lightning speed, I was there. I reached the summit for the second time this evening. The coil within my pussy snapped and I groaned out my release, the juices from my orgasm surrounding his dick.

  He groaned, loud and feral, his body trembled as he released deep within me. The feel of his warm cum only made me need him again and again. God, I didn’t think I could handle much more of this.

  As if sensing my need for one more release, he began thrusting again. This time my orgasm came quick. While not as intense, it took the edge off that had remained. With a smile on my face, my entire body went limp and all I could do was lay spread-eagled as he flopped down on the bed beside me, pulling me into his embrace.

  He was so warm. A sigh escaped my lips as I curled up to his side, one of my legs draped over his torso. My head settled on his shoulder and I fell into a deep, satisfied sleep as soon as my eyes closed.

  Chapter 11

  Cole

  Well, that was unexpected.

  I wasn’t too sure who fell asleep quicker, but I was the one to wake up first with London exactly where she fell asleep, curled up next to me—snoring. She snored and loudly. A grin spread across my lips, I could get used to that. I’d slept in the same room with large groups of men all my life, her snoring was child’s play compared to some of the men I’d had to listen to.

  Curled up next to me, I loved seeing how at ease she seemed to be. Like she was meant to be right where she was. Perhaps that’s because she was supposed to be here, with me. We seemed to have a connection I’d never had with anyone else before. She was a little guarded, but she was slowly coming out of her shell.

  Until she finds out you’ve been lying to her, the voice in the back of my head chimed in. I fucking hated that voice. I’d tell her over breakfast. She’d been in my house, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind she’d have questions, even if unasked, as to where all the money came from to buy it. I’d feed her an awesome breakfast, I made a kick-ass breakfast. And then I’d let her in on everything. She knew me as a man and liked me for who I was, so there was no worry about me being who I was that would sway her either way now.

  Already down the rabbit hole, Dad, as Alexander would say.

  “Already down the rabbit hole,” I muttered attempting to untangle myself from London. To my dismay, it seemed the harder I tried to untangle myself, the tighter she held on. I was tempted to give up, but I wanted her waking up to the smell of maple bacon and freshly-squeezed orange juice. Besides, my rock-hard dick reminded me that I had to piss like a racehorse.

  “Rabbit hole…” London murmured, but her eyes didn’t open.

  I froze, not wanting to wake her. If I woke her it would ruin her surprise breakfast. After I was certain she was still sound asleep, I started the time-consuming and delicate process of slipping out from under her, all the while being reminded that I really had to take a leak.

  She stirred a couple times and it seemed I may have woken her, but I lucked out, she stayed asleep while I slid out of bed. Satisfied with my accomplishment, I went into the bathroom that was across the hallway and rewarded myself with a much-needed piss. Nothing topped having a morning pee, with the only exception being sex. Though, even when it came to sex, it very much depended on who the sex was with.

  Finishing up, I washed my hands and re-entered the bedroom. It wasn’t my bedroom, it was one of the guest rooms. Mine was upstairs, it just so happened to be the closest place I could take London. I hadn’t been thinking clearly last night. I didn’t know how I wanted it to happen with London, but her showing up on my doorstep at nearly midnight telling me she wanted me hadn’t even entered my mind.

  I smiled. But damn it had been a very, very good surprise.

  Grabbing my lounge pants from the floor, I pulled them on. My dick did a little jerk at the sight of London’s naked body laying on the bed. I was tempted to go back to her and wake her up for a morning romp, but that could wait. We’d already made love without protection once, I could only hope she was on the pill. No need to roll the dice twice.

  Leaving the bedroom, I made my way down the hallway and turned left into the kitchen. The dining room was further down the corridor, connected to the kitchen. The house was way too big for just Alexander and myself. It had been too big when I was married, but Nadine had insisted that we needed a large, lavish house. She was always preoccupied with giving off appearances.

  Entering the kitchen I set to work, pulling out the eggs, pancake batter, and all the necessities for the best breakfast London would ever have.

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  London

  Where am I? I asked myself without opening my eyes to take in my surroundings. The feel of the bed wasn�
�t right. It was too hard. I always bought the soft-as-a-cloud type of beds. The kind of bed where when you laid down on them you pretty much sank into it. I quickly became aware of the slight soreness between my legs and it all came crashing down onto me.

  I was at Cole’s house. Cole and I had had sex. Oh-my-god!

  My eyes flew open and I shot upright in the bed, looking around. Where was Cole?

  SHIT! I didn’t call Justin to let him know I wasn’t coming home. Crap. He was old enough he could make do without me one night. I would have to get home soon, try-outs were this afternoon and I had to make sure he was ready.

  Sliding off the bed, I gathered my clothing and put on what was in the room. My shirt was still in the bathroom, if I remembered correctly. One thing I noticed was how unlived-in this room was. With my nosiness getting the best of me, I walked over to the dresser and pulled out the top drawer. It was empty. This was a guest room.

  Made sense. His was most likely upstairs. Pulling on my panties, jeans and bra I made my way into the bathroom and slipped my shirt over my head. After taking a few minutes to freshen up, I exited the bathroom and looked left and right down the hallway. Thank god, I hadn’t put on any makeup before coming to see him, otherwise I’d have been a hot mess this morning. The smell of frying bacon told me where to find Cole.

  “Perfect timing sleepy head.” He nodded to the breakfast island that had four stools sitting in front of it. “Breakfast is ready.”

  Smiling, I sat down on one of the stools and watched him bare-chested as he began to put the cooked food on serving dishes and place them in front of me. “How much food did you cook? Were you cooking for the entire team?”

  Laughing he grabbed a couple of plates from the overhead cabinet and placed them down, one for me and one next to me, along with a knife and fork. “Yeah, I suppose I got a little overzealous.”