PENALTY

by Jacob Chance

  “All that football talent and you can read minds too.” I shake my head and smile as my fingers grip onto the top of his shoulders.

  He raises an eyebrow at me. “Mind reading?” he questions. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

  Instead of answering and clueing him into my insecurities I make the most of the opportunity he gave me by crashing our lips together. He grunts in surprise and then one of his hands slides sensually up my spine to grip the back of my head. His tongue licks at my lips and then he tugs the bottom one between his teeth. The mix of gentle and rough has my panties soaked. He holds me immobile as his mouth ravenously devours mine. It’s as if a switch has been flipped and we can’t get enough of each other. My breasts are smashed against his chest, my hips rolling and grinding my pussy down onto his hard cock as our kiss continues. We can’t get close enough. I’ve never felt this incredible need for someone before. I can’t get enough of the way Brady touches me. His hands are magic on my body.

  Tearing my mouth from his, my breaths are rough and labored as I strip my shirt off. His gaze is feral as he studies me in my pink lace bra.

  He quickly rises to his feet, with me securely in his grasp. “Our first time together isn’t going to be on the couch where anyone can walk in and see us,” he tells me as he enters his bedroom with me in his arms. He kicks the door shut behind him and walks with purpose to the foot of his bed. He sets me down on my feet and cups my cheeks with both his palms. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” he questions, staring deep in my eyes. “I can’t take it back once it’s done and I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow.”

  The lamp on his desk and the one on his nightstand provide enough light for me to notice the sincerity in his expression. I bite on my bottom lip, fighting the urge to cry happy tears. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me he cares deeply for me which is all I need to know.

  Chapter Twelve

  BRADY

  Nodding her head, she says, “yes, I want this to happen.” They’re the best words I’ve ever heard. My fingers fly to undo the button on her jeans and then quickly pull down the zipper. The sound of the metal teeth sliding against each other is an erotic buzz in the silence of the room. I’m not playing around. She needs to be mine now, before she changes her mind.

  Her hips wiggle side to side as she pushes the tight material down to the floor before kicking it out of the way. The sight of her in only her pink bra and matching panties steals my breath. She’s perfect with her delicate curves and full tits.

  “You’re gorgeous.” I shake my head. “I can’t believe you’re here with me right now.” I drop to my knees, ready to worship her body in any way I can. Her large gray eyes are filled with need as she stares down at me. My lips trail down her silky skin to the edge of her panties and my hands slide down to cup her round ass, one cheek to fill each. I nuzzle my nose against her smooth stomach, then along the straight edge of her panties, dragging it down the middle of her mound and over her clit. Burying my face against her lace covered pussy, I inhale her scent. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her sweet juices again and I know I can’t wait any longer.

  “Take your bra off,” I order before gripping each side of her panties. I slide them down her leanly muscled legs and urge her back onto the end of the bed. She drops her bra to the floor and reclines on her elbows as I tear my shirt over my head. Her eyes slowly appraise every inch of my chest and hard earned six pack. I tug her down the bed by her ankles knocking her flat onto her back and she giggles. Her legs go over my shoulders, my hands cup her ass, lifting her pussy up for my tongue to swipe along her slit. Her giggles turn into moans and gasps as my tongue licks and teases every inch of her pussy.

  She tastes even better than I remembered. The way she’s gripping my hair and pushing on the back of my head, grinding her clit against my tongue is so fucking hot. I love how she’s not afraid to take what she wants.

  One of my hands slides from her ass, forward and I sink two fingers into her hot little hole. Fuck. My teeth grind as I curl my fingers inside her. Moaning she rocks against my hand and tongue. Sucking her clit into my mouth I gently rake it between my teeth until she trembles through her orgasm.

  Jumping to my feet, I grab the condom from my pocket. I stashed it there earlier hoping we’d end up here, but definitely not counting on it. I tear off my jeans, boxers and socks, throwing each article of clothing down as I remove it.

  “Move up to the pillows,” I order as I stroke my fist up and down my cock. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard in my life. I don’t take my eyes off her as she wiggles backward on the bed. The movement has her tits bouncing and I can’t wait to see them jiggle from my dick repeatedly thrusting inside her. Tearing open the wrapper, my eyes only leave her to place the condom on the tip. My gaze returns to her as I roll it down my length.

  Placing a knee on the bed, I crawl up between her legs, wrapping them around my hips as my cock nudges against her entrance. “I need to be inside you, kitten. I can’t fucking wait any longer.” Leaning down on my forearms, my hands hold the sides of her head and our gazes lock as I slowly press past her entrance. Staring into each other’s eyes like this feels so intimate and different than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

  Goddamn she’s so tight, clenching my teeth, I hold still for a moment. This can’t be over before it’s even begun. I pull back and thrust inside her fully, a large breath expels as I’m seated balls deep inside her for the first time.

  Oh fuck. As much as I want to go slow and savor this feeling, my hips move like they have a mind of their own - and maybe they do. My dick seems to be doing all the thinking for me right now. Each thrust is an exquisite torture unlike anything I’ve ever known. Now that I’ve had Harlow, I’m never going to let her go. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl, then slide a hand down to her hip. My fingers dig into her fair skin as I grip onto her with each thrust of my dick. My other hand clenches her hair, tugging her head back, exposing the delicate skin of her neck for my lips to taste.

  With each thrust a sense of urgency builds. My pace increases until I don’t know how much longer I can hold on for. I roll over to my back, bringing her with me. My dick remains snug inside her. She’s so sexy rocking her hips into mine. “Fuck yeah, ride my cock,” I say as I grip her hip in one hand and slip the other one between us to rub her clit with my thumb. She moans at the first touch on her engorged flesh. “You like?” my voice is a husk as it leaves me.

  “Yes,” she moans. “Don’t...stop. It’s so...good.”

  My hips thrust up to meet hers each time she rolls down into me. It’s never been like this before. Being with her is fucking phenomenal and she’s never doing this again with anyone but me.

  Her head tips back lost in the pleasure she’s experiencing and her hands move behind her, nails digging into my thighs. Her back is arched, her tits thrusting forward and I know I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as she is in this moment.

  My thumb flicks and circles her clit. “Come on, I know you’re close,” I coax. My other hand slides up from her hip to the middle of her back. My palm urges her down toward me and she closes the space between us until her lips are on mine and our tongues are colliding. Her hair is draped all over me, a soft dark curtain to enshroud us. This is what I wanted - to be wrapped up in her in every possible way. To be lost in everything she is. She rocks into me once more before she moans into my mouth as she comes. Fuck. My hips thrust a few more times, before I shudder and groan through the best orgasm of my life.

  She collapses on my chest, her face buried in my neck. Our harsh breaths merge in the silence of the space and my arms close around her. I kiss her head and take in the fragrance of her hair as I hold her close.

  After another minute, when we’ve both calmed down, she raises her head, staring down at me. Our eyes lock and this moment feels special beyond the obvious. It’s fateful, like we were destined to get to this point. I can’t believe I’m having
these thoughts. I never imagined caring about someone with the depth of feelings I have for her.

  My hands smooth her hair back from her face before I bury my fingers in her hair. “I’m falling for you, Harlow. Falling so fucking hard and I never want to stop.”

  She smiles, her lower lip wobbles before she bites on it. The sheen of tears shows in her eyes. “I’m falling for you too,” she whispers. “Be careful with my heart, Brady Lincoln.”

  A single tear trails down her cheek. Wiping it away with my thumb, I smile at her. “I will. Always.”

  I wake to the sound of a door slamming followed by another one shortly after. What the fuck? Don’t my asshole roommates know we’re trying to get some sleep. Opening my eyes, I notice the sun peeking in along the edges of the blinds on my windows. It’s later than it feels like, but I’m not ready for the real world to intrude.

  Harlow’s still here - naked in my arms. Last night was the best night of my life and this morning is starting off better than any other.

  Burying my face in the softness of her dark tresses on the white pillowcase in front of me, I inhale the floral scent of her shampoo. I could get used to this. I only hope I get the chance.

  I’ve never woken up with someone in my arms before. I don’t usually spend the night and I never encourage random hook ups to sleep over. Once we fuck, it’s usually, “you can go now or what are you still doing here?”

  Harlow begins to stir, sliding her leg along the outside of mine where it’s sandwiched between hers. The skin on skin contact has my body responding. As if laying with her in my arms wasn’t enough to test my resolve she lets out a sexy little moan and rubs her ass against my cock. I pull my hips back from her, quickly eliminating any more contact with the heart shaped temptation.

  She pushes her ass back, narrowly missing my dick. “Where are you?” She groans, reaching her hand back to tug on my thigh. “Come cuddle with me,” she whispers.

  Sliding my hips forward, I let her feel the full effect of what she does to me. “I was trying to be a gentleman,” I say as I press my cock in the middle of her ass.

  She presses back into me more. “Who wants a gentleman in bed?” she asks, giggling.

  “Be careful what you ask for,” I growl in her ear as my chest pushes against her back, rolling her to her stomach. Coming to my knees, I straddle her legs and rub my cock back and forth in the crack of her ass. Fuck. Leaning forward, I press my chest to her back and let my lips enjoy the curve of her ear. She moans.

  “Tell me what you need, Harlow. I’ll give you anything you desire.” My voice is husky with need. If I don’t bury myself in her pussy soon, I’m going to come all over her ass.

  “I want you,” she says.

  “You can do better than that, kitten.” I slide my cock forward and then back again, pausing near the entrance to her pussy. “Be specific. What do you want me to do to you?”

  “I want you to fuck me,” she moans, glancing over her shoulder at me. Her eyes are glassy with passion.

  Reaching in the nightstand drawer, I grab a condom and my dick is sheathed in record time.

  Gripping both her wrists, I stretch her arms out above her head. “Keep your hands here,” I order, pressing them flat on the sheets. My fingers then clench into the skin on both of her hips, pulling her to her knees, hips up in the air. Running my cock through her dripping slit, I rub her clit with the head. She moans and bucks her ass back toward me.

  “Is this what you want?” I tease her, pressing against her entrance.

  “Yes...fuck...yes,” she gasps.

  My teeth clench as I slowly enter her, taking my time. My hips draw back and move forward at an unhurried pace. Each time going deeper inside her tight pussy. Leaning down, my chest on her back, I clasp my fingers with hers while my lips and tongue taste the skin just below her ear. Using long, slow strokes my eyes close as I get lost in the sensation of her hot wet pussy. For the first time in my life I understand what it means to make love to someone. “You’re mine,” I growl in her ear. “Tell me you’re mine.” I thrust deeper. “Tell me,” I growl.

  “Yes...I’m yours.”

  Rising to my knees, my hands caress the smoothness of her ass and then dig into the flawless skin of her hips when I pick up the pace of my thrusts. Staring down at how hot my dick looks sliding in and out of her has me ready to come. Reaching one hand around her, I move down to rub her clit.

  “Fuck...yes,” she moans, her fingers clenching the sheets.

  My fingers move quicker, flicking and rubbing in time with my strokes. I will myself to hang on for one more thrust over and over until she finally trembles through her orgasm. Her cunt squeezing my length sends me over the edge and I shudder through my own release.

  My head falls back while I fight to catch my breath. My hands move along the graceful curves of her ass and up her back. I drop down, resting my weight on my forearms on either side of her. Kissing the skin beneath her jaw, my lips move up to rest on the bottom of her ear. “Be my girlfriend,” I say, the words flying out of me unexpectedly.

  Her head spins to cast a glance at me over her shoulder. “What?” she asks. The surprise she’s feeling is written all over her face. “I thought I already was.”

  “I asked you to be my girl and it wasn’t the most romantic setting. But right here, right now buried inside you is perfect. Please be my girlfriend?” I ask, nuzzling her cheek with my nose and lips. The more I think about this, the more I realize how much I want her to say yes. I pull out of her and roll to the side so she can do the same. Facing each other, our gazes locked, I ask her again. “Will you please be my girlfriend?” Holding my breath, I wait for her to answer. I’d like to think she’s going to say yes, but in all actuality, I don’t know what’s going to come out of her mouth. She’s not like other girls which is one of my favorite things about her, but right now, I wish she was more predictable. Then I wouldn’t have this sinking feeling in my stomach waiting for her to reply.

  She stares at me for what seems like forever. “I’ll be your girlfriend on one condition. You must be faithful to me. If you can’t, then tell me upfront and spare me the heartache later.”

  I grin at her. “Fuck yes, I’ll be faithful to you.”

  “Then it looks like you’ve got yourself a girlfriend, Brady Lincoln.”

  The jarring impact of the hard-hit I just took leaves me breathless and the entire crowd gasping. I’ve been sacked five times in the fourth quarter alone and each time I’m a little slower to get up. This time I’m not sure I’m going to make it up off the field at all. My ribs are screaming and I’ve just taken my first breath after having the wind knocked out of me. It’s not until Zeke holds a hand in front of me that I muster a shallow sigh of relief. Anything more than that has my ribs screaming in pain. I’m no pussy, but I’m not sure how much more of this pummeling I can take. Besides my ribs, my throwing shoulder is killing me. One of the defensive linemen on the other team drilled me into the ground four plays ago and my shoulder took the brunt of our combined weight. Big boy must be close to three hundred pounds and he felt like a ton landing on me. My shoulder is stiff as fuck now, but I’m going to do the best I can. We’re going to lose this game. Admitting that is a fucking bitter pill to swallow, but there’s no getting around it. We’re down by twenty-one points with only two minutes left. I’m good, but I’m not a fucking miracle worker. Even Tom Brady himself couldn’t come back from that deficit and lack of time to win.

  Our opponents scored on the opening drive and have dominated the entire game. No matter what we’ve tried we haven’t been able to get all components functioning how we need to. We’ve sucked all around which means we’re about to lose our playoff game. Our season is about to be over. Fuck.

  We manage to add another seven points to the scoreboard, when Nick catches a missile I launched right at his chest. We still lost by fourteen points, but at least we went down fighting.

  The mood is somber in the locker room. I grab a quick
shower, my mind already thinking of Harlow and how she’ll make this loss less painful for me. She’s become an important part of my life and I can’t imagine being without her.

  I don’t bother cleaning out my locker like a lot of the guys are. I’ll come back tomorrow or the next day and take care of it then. Right now, I just want to see my girl.

  My heart races when I first see her. She’s standing at the end of the hallway, hands in her coat pockets, staring down at the cement floor. Her expression is pensive. What is she thinking about?

  She must sense me watching because her eyes rise and immediately lock on me. She wears a hesitant smile on her lips, unsure of what my mood is. I grin back. That was the signal she was waiting for. She flashes me a breathtakingly beautiful smile. My chest aches from all the emotions she makes me feel. One of these days I’ll find the courage to say the words she deserves to hear.

  Chapter Thirteen

  BRADY

  “Are you sure I’m not underdressed?” Harlow asks for the second time this morning.

  “No, you look beautiful,” I answer honestly as my eyes take her in from head to toe. She has on black pants, a red sweater and her black wool coat. The black boots on her feet are hot. They remind me of a biker chick. Maybe she can wear them later when she rides me. I chuckle to myself.

  “Do I even want to know what your laugh is about?” she asks as we walk inside the building where my dad and stepmom live.

  Glancing at her I smile. “I’m just picturing you in nothing but your boots.”

  “Brady.” She rolls her eyes.

  “Hey, they’re hot boots. I’m only human.”

  She adjusts the strap of her purple backpack on her shoulder and shoots me an exasperated look. “Here, let me take that for you,” I say, holding out my hand. She hands it over and says, “thanks.” I sling her bag over my left shoulder, along with the black backpack containing my clothes. We’re in New York City for the next two days and staying at my dad’s. I’m looking forward to showing her around while we’re here.