by Lauren Wood
His muscled body moved over mine and the wiry muscles left me in stitches. The feel of them pressing down against my body was heavenly and my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down further for a kiss. My legs opened to receive him next to me and I felt the blunt head of him on my entrance. I was wet and so hot and all I had to do was lift up my hips just a little bit to feel him move inside ever so gently. Lucas groaned and I saw his jaw tighten as he tried to ignore the feel. It was hard to do because I was trying desperately to push him.
“Please Lucas.”
I moved a little more, trying to get more of him, but something was holding him back. I whined and moved my hips against him. I really wanted to feel all of him. He was already stretching me, but I wanted more. I wanted all of him, now.
“What do you want Fran?”
“I want you inside of me. All of you.”
He grinned and moved slowly, overwhelming my insides with his thickness. It felt bigger than I thought it would and it made me squeal as he pushed in. I cursed and that made him chuckle. When I clenched him, it turned to a hiss and he plunged the rest of the way in suddenly. My ankles locked together behind his back. I couldn’t stop and the harder I pressed my inner walls around him, the more he pushed against my need. My hips moved to encourage him, but he stopped them with his hands gripping my waist.
“Stop Fran.”
I whined and he growled at me. He was trying so hard to hold something back, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to lose it. My nails dug into his back as I whispered encouragement in his ear. Licking the lobe and then biting it between my teeth, I felt him jerk inside of me. I clenched down hard and mewled, begging him to fuck me.
The dirty word seemed to do the trick. It was still tasting on the tip of my tongue when he pulled out abruptly, slamming back in to make me cry out. “Lucas! More.”
His eyes pinned me where I was and there was nothing I could do but feel every inch of him. My hands had fallen to his biceps and then he moved my legs up to his shoulders. It made him go deeper and I pushed away from his stomach. He was too much and before I could slow it all down, my insides were imploding around his thick length. It was more than enough as each wave of pleasure coursed through my body. It felt so good. I never wanted it to end.
Lucas slowed down several times. It wasn’t enough for my sensitive button to jump and jerk me around, but it was enough for him to go on. He never seemed to stop for more than a second. The feel was extreme and constant. Each push in took my breath away and there was a slight relief as he yanked out. The emptiness wouldn’t last long and I didn’t dread it. I knew that he was going to give me more. It was just a matter of time.
“I love you Lucas.”
I clamped my eyes shut because I didn’t want to see the look on his face. It had just come out and I knew it was the wrong thing to say. I was just going to blame it on the orgasm that was ripping through me.
“I love you too Fran. You don’t know how long I have waited to say that to someone. You are the first.”
He had stopped rocking back and forth and when I got the courage up to open my eyes, he was staring down at me. “Do you know how long I waited for you Fran? I didn’t even know it, but that was exactly what I was doing. I was waiting for you so I could finally love.”
The emotions in his voice were unexpected and I didn’t know what to say. Lucas started to move some more and before long I wasn’t able to concentrate on anything but him inside of me. It was as if more than just our bodies had merged together. I felt like our souls had as well. Did he really love me?
His speed quickened and the beat of his movement was not like before. Now he was losing it himself and I squeezed him tightly as a wave of pleasure rolled over me. It was too much and I was lost in the moment. It was all I could do to stay together. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams as he filled me with his hot seed.
Lucas lay down next to me and pulled me across his chest. He was sweaty and the hairs tickled my heated flesh. It took several minutes to get my breathing back to normal. I knew that if I went on this date, this was going to happen. I didn’t know that he would say such things though. Now what? I had fallen for another bad boy and I hoped that Lucas wouldn’t be one that broke my heart.
“I really do love you Fran. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I love you too Lucas.”
Damn if I didn’t wish it was different, but what could I do? I was head over heels in love with him and there was nothing that I could do about it. I just had to trust that he would be as gentle with my heart as he had been with me so far. With love, came vulnerability and I hoped that it wasn’t giving it to the wrong man.
THE END
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SPORTS ROMANCE COLLECTION
THE WIDE RECEIVER’S LADY
Chapter 1
“I can’t believe that he’s even giving me the time of day. He could have anybody that he wants and he has chosen me. I have all of this nervous energy and he’s going to be here in the next couple of hours. I have no idea what I’m going to wear. I do know that I want to make a good first impression. I can’t have him playing the field and I don’t want to see that infamous wandering eye of his. I need to make sure that the only thing that is on his mind is me.” Melissa was a cheerleader and she just got her big break. She was taken with one of the football players. She heard all the rumors about how he would sleep with a girl and then practically leave her on the side of the road after he was done with her.
“I don’t really know what I can do to advise you on this particular subject matter. Football has never been one of my strong suits. I tend to shy away from those sports that become barbaric enough that someone can get seriously injured. I can’t see how anybody can be on the edge of their seat with excitement when bones are breaking and careers end suddenly.” Raven was 19 years old and had just moved out of her parents’ house for the chance at spreading her wings and becoming her own woman. She was only 5’2, 115 pounds with jet black hair and the kind of studious appearance that came from knowing exactly where she was going.
“It doesn’t matter that you know football or not. What matters the most is that you’re a woman and that you’ve obviously had some experience with a man.” Melissa had found her roommate to be a little hard to get to know. Raven was here on a full scholarship to be a geneticist and to work primarily in the biochemistry field. She’d never met somebody so smart in her life. It did help that she was there to aid her in her own studies. She made learning easy and fun. She often thought that Raven would make a great teacher or maybe a professor if that was the field that she was attempting to go into. “I think that as a woman, we both know what it takes to attract a man.”
“Speak for yourself. I don’t usually like to talk about this, but I’m not exactly as experienced as you may think. I have dated, but I’ve seen some of my friends walk down a dangerous and dark path. They had their futures snatched away from them because of some bundle of joy in the oven. You may think that condoms are 100% affective, but they do have a tendency to fail from time to time. I would feel like I was playing Russian roulette with my life. I’m not one to judge and I would never tell anybody what to do with their life. These are mistakes that we make on our own and we must live with those decisions regardless if they are right for us or not.” “I’m trying to be subtle, but I don’t think that she truly understands the concept of the bad boy mentality. She will become his prize possession and he’ll use her and then discard her when he finds something better. I don’t want to be her mother and being her friend is a fulltime job.”
“You could really use a makeover and one of these days I’m going to turn you into a swan. You will no longer be able to stand in a corner and not be seen. I think that I could mold you into s
omething that all the boys would swirl around like locusts after their queen.” Being a cheerleader, Melissa had been acutely aware that beauty was only skin deep. Makeup hid those flaws and one thing that she noticed about Raven was that she was that natural beauty underneath it all.
“I don’t think I really need your help. No offense, but I’m not exactly what you would call a social kind of girl. I find the concept of idle chitchat to be mind numbingly boring. I can’t stand people that are not able to keep up with me intellectually. I actually find it quite interesting that you are studying to be a chemical engineer. People see what they want to see and you project the kind of girl that is easy on the eyes.” “I want her to be like me and stop this foolishness of panting after a man that cannot be tied down. Vance has always had a free ride and his father an ex football player has done his best to open doors. It’s obvious that he has never had to work for anything in his life. He thinks that his world revolves around football and I pity the day that the reality will come crashing down on his head. I will admit that I find him uniquely attractive and the bulge in front of his uniform has made him a legend amongst the females.”
“I don’t need a lecture and if I wanted somebody to tell me that I was doing something wrong, I would go home and listen to my mother berate me with her finger in my face. Without my father being around, she became both my mother and my father figure. She was the one that vetted those boys that I was dating. I’ve never seen a confident man turn into a gibbering idiot over the span of a couple of hours of interrogation. Being a police officer, my mother can be quite intimidating and doesn’t mind using her training to get her point across.” Melissa was tearing through her closet and then she saw this little red number that might just be the ticket.
She took it out and she moved it around the room to see that it was a little on the demure side. She saw a pair of scissors and knew how to alter any kind of dress. She went directly to the sewing machine and began to form this otherwise plain piece of material into something that was going to make Vance’s jaw drop.
“You really are a woman with many talents and I’m afraid that Vance will only see the exterior surface. He’ll judge a book by its cover and if you’re not careful, you’ll have your panties flung across his headboard at the end of the night. We both know that he’s not exactly a three date rule. If he doesn’t get what he wants on that first date, then he will move onto somebody that is willing to give him the milk for free.” I do feel a bit of a jealous streak running down my back. It’s all too much when I see him walking across the campus with that smug look and those muscles right there for anybody to witness. He is that shining example of what a woman should avoid and never can. I could never get enough of seeing him take his shirt off and playing with the boys on the field between classes. I could only hope that I was subtle enough and staying within the shadows was a good way not to be recognized as a groupie.”
Raven hated football with a passion and found any sport that was rough around the edges not at all interesting enough to even give it a chance. She knew the kind of man that Vance was and how easily he could sing his song of praise to any woman to make them drop their panties. It didn’t stop those fantasies emerging in the dead of night when she was all alone with only her fingers as companionship. “I’m not going to lie to myself and say that I’m not willing to enjoy that one moment of bliss. It is a constant struggle between my brain and the rest of my body that craves his touch that stops me from acting on those feelings. I’m just happy that I don’t fall on his radar. He would never see me as something that was going to easily spread her legs for his obvious virility.”
“You can say that, but I’ve never seen you go out with a boy since I got here. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you were a virgin. There’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t want to make you think that there’s something wrong with you. I do believe that there’s one person for every one and I just might have found my prince charming.” She had that dress turned into a masterpiece with a plunging neckline and a long slit up the side that gave a bit more than the average dress off the rack.
Raven was wearing her glasses and even though she had contacts, she never had a reason to attract that kind of unwanted attention. She never did have a need for makeup and the very little that she did have on was on only when she went out socially. A little blush and lipstick was like catnip and made the boys give her more than a passing glance. It was the reason why she didn’t wear makeup when she was on campus. It was only when she went out alone to occupy her time in the clubs to see how the other half of lived that she would let down her hair a little.” I know that she is that blond bombshell with huge melons on her chest. I get this feeling that maybe Vance is what most you would call a breast man. I’m not exactly lacking in that department. I do hide it well with bulky sweaters and bras that are meant to hide my obvious endowment to the male populous.”
Raven wore a pair of black yoga pants with a sports bra. She knew that he was coming here to see Melissa. She began to think that maybe it would be a good idea that she covered up what was going to make his eyes see her as more than just the friend. She had no interest in letting him see the real woman underneath the nerdy persona. There was a part of her that would have loved to flaunt it in his face and to make him yearn for something that he couldn’t have. That would only be asking for trouble. “I see how determined she is to make him hers, but I’m not sure that anybody is able to make him settle down. It’s a known fact that his family life was not all that it was cracked up to be. His father was not exactly the one woman kind of guy and that seems to have been passed off to his son. His father James was one of those football players that didn’t know what it was to be a part of a team. I did catch one game out of curiosity and seeing Vance in uniform certainly did raise the temperature. I wasn’t much into the sport, but I did have to admit that his leadership qualities were above reproach.”
“What do you think?” Melissa put that dress on and felt sexually liberating. There wasn’t much to it and underneath was very little else including a thong that rode up into the crack of her ass. It was a little uncomfortable, but the outline of it through the dress when the light hit it in a certain way would certainly give him ideas. “I want your unbiased opinion. I know that this is not where your talents are, but maybe you can make an exception for this one time only.” Melissa hovered over young and innocent Raven by a least a few inches. She really did feel like she was the older sister and that it was her duty to show Raven what it was to be a real woman in a male dominated society.
“Let me see if I get this right.” Raven grabbed her crotch and made the appearance of shifting her balls like that of a man. “You look delicious enough to eat. Come over here…baby and take a seat on my face.” She had lowered her voice to that of baritone gravel. She was mimicking the look of a man that was more of a playboy than someone that was capable of commitment. “If I don’t say so myself, I believe that I nailed that impersonation. Guys only think with one head and it’s not the one that’s on top of their shoulders. I don’t care if they are intellectual, jock or preppy. It doesn’t matter and if they have testosterone, then they will become like salivating dogs after a bone. Even the briefest moment where they think that they are going to get some will become their mission of choice. They will become obsessed and I’ve seen it time and time again and I’m not impressed.”
“That was pretty good. A lot of guys would take exception to how you perceive them. I know that I shouldn’t care and that I would be better off with somebody that is going to show me a bit more respect than this guy. You know what they say about the heart wanting what the heart wants. When you feel those butterflies and you know that that guy has eyes for only you, then that is when everything changes. Danger and excitement is one thing, but if you mix that up with a pretty package including the one between their legs, then a woman can’t be responsible for their actions.” Melissa stood in front of the mirror looking from every angle. It was
n’t exactly understated and the intention of this dress was to make sure that it landed on his floor in a not so subtle way.
“If I were a guy, I would be all over you like a cheap suit. I just don’t want you to feel obligated. He’ll probably take you out to a fancy restaurant. Try and be a good girl and we both know that we all have that bad girl waiting to get out for the right guy.” “I’m not immune to the way that he stares at the other girls. Being a ghost has always been the one thing that has prevented me from having the spotlight put on me.”
Chapter 2
Vance was getting ready for his big date with Melissa. He knew by the time that dessert arrived that she would be practically eating out of the palm of his hand. He had watched his father and learned by observing what it took to make a woman feel like the most important person in the room. He saw the way that his father made them desire him and all it took was the ability to read the signals. If the signals weren’t there, then he could easily change his tactic to get them to lower their guard.
“You know that the coach doesn’t condone dating before a big game. I’ll do what I always do. I’ll cover for you the best way that I know how. Try to promise me that you will at least make it an early night. I know that you pride yourself on giving the girl the royal treatment all night long. I know that they’re not praying when they are screaming the lord’s name in vain.” Julian had seen his best friend turned into the consummate ladies man. He had always been that way from the moment that he met him three years ago in high school. He followed him around mimicking his every move and becoming a sought after commodity by NFL teams that were most likely going to be scouting those that they thought had potential.
“You know that there’s no way that I can promise something like that. I have a reputation to uphold and I’ll be damned if this girl doesn’t get my very best. Some guys might try to phone it in, but I go all out to seal the deal. Money has never been an object for me. You know where I live and you know that my father had a career that afforded him nothing but the best.” He had just returned from Puerto Rico for a weekend sojourn with his father and his soon to be third bride. He actually slept with the daughter of the bride with both parents sleeping down the hall in the next room. That was an awkward moment at breakfast, but soon turned into a romp in the surf. He remembered Charlene with fondness. He remembered all of their names. It couldn’t be helped with his condition.
