by Lucy Snow
And while a part of me somewhere deep in my mind wanted him to go a little faster, the rest of me wanted him to go as slow as possible, take his time, so I could remember my night with Parker for as long as possible. Drag it out till I couldn’t help but remember it forever.
As Parker lifted my dress, he moved his head closer, till his nose touched me just above where my panties ended. Again he inhaled and exhaled sharply, making me gasp at the cool air then the warm air rushing over me. I had never felt so constrained, so held back from what I wanted by my panties in my entire life. It was deliciously painful almost to see him so close to me, but know he hadn’t even touched me down there yet and this was what I felt already.
After a minute or so of teasing me like that, with his face so close yet so far to my soaking pussy, aching for his touch, his tongue, anything that closed the gap between us, Parker leaned back and sat up on his knees. I was confused and looked up at him, but he just nodded and reached down and took my hands, enveloping them between his huge and calloused fingers.
I watched and felt the pull as Parker pulled me up so I was first sitting up, legs straight forward under his knees. Parker let my hands go and I let them flutter down to the bed sheets, running them over and feeling the cool fabric beneath.
Parker placed his fingers around the hemline of my dress and lifted. Finally I knew what he was doing, and I lifted my butt off the bed to help, then raised my arms up so he could take the dress entirely off me and throw it on the floor next to his shirt.
The cool air against my suddenly exposed skin made me shiver, and I tried to hide it by looking as coyly as possible back at Parker, but he clearly didn’t notice. His eyes raked me up and down, pushing into me unlike anyone else’s look ever had before, and I momentarily felt self conscious before I realized Parker had a look of wonder on his face.
“Y-You’re gorgeous, Charlotte,” He said, his jaw opening and closing sometimes without sounds coming out. He looked like he had stepped into a museum to see a famous work of art. I knew I was blushing from the moment I saw his face look at me like that, but as he kept on staring at me, I almost wanted to cry with joy.
Instead, I reached forward and put my arms on Parker’s shoulders and pulled him back toward me. “You are too, Parker.” When our faces met our kiss was explosive, and if my eyes had been open I probably would have seen sparks fly between us, real live sparks, not just the ones they talk about in movies and romance novels.
After a few moments of kissing, Parker pushed me back down on the bed. I thought he would climb over me and I looked down at his pants, wishing he would take them off next - I felt strange dressed only in a lacy bra and panties though Parker still had his pants on, but that wasn’t what he did.
He just watched me, still propped up on his knees near the end of the bed, as I lay back and glided my arms and legs over the soft sheets. I opened my eyes and saw this vision of male beauty towering above me, watching me move and get comfortable, and I wondered what it must be like to come to bed with a man like this every night.
Parker must have decided he could no longer take just watching, because he never took his eyes off me while he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, exposing a sexy happy trail going downward, his midsection still criss-crossed with tattoos.
As he slowly pushed his pants down, leaving just his silky boxer briefs underneath, I could see the outline of his huge cock that a few minutes earlier had pressed against my leg and pussy through the pesky layers of our clothing that then had been in the way. Now, one by one, those fabric distractions were disappearing and I was getting closer and closer to what I wanted. I licked my lips in anticipation, feeling in my bones and throughout my body that I needed to have Parker’s cock inside me, and fast.
As with everything since we had gotten on top of the bed, Parker took his time and smiled as he teased me, slowly showing off more and more of his chiseled body as I almost began to writhe with desire below him. Finally, though, he got rid of his pants entirely and they joined the rest of our outfits on the floor.
Now we were at least both wearing a comparable amount of clothing. Still, it was too much for me. I sat up, Parker’s eyes on me the whole time, and tugged at his boxers, downward, trying to get them off so I could get his cock out, free it from pressing against his boxers.
This time, Parker let me have what I want and leaned back, giving me full access. When I saw his cock for the first time I gasped out loud. I knew from feeling it earlier that it was big and thick, but I wasn’t prepared for it to be this big and that thick.
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I lowered his boxers to the bed and Parker took them off. “Like what you see?” He asked softly, strongly.
All I could do was nod back to him, unable to speak, only to keep licking my lips. He smiled and pushed me back against the bed again. “My turn,” he breathed as he leaned over me, pulling my bra straps to the side and moving the cups away so he could tease my aching nipples with his mouth.
I groaned, moving my shoulders to make it easier for him, twitching as his tongue wreaked havoc on my senses. Which ever breast he wasn’t using his tongue on, Parker kneaded between his fingertips, rough and calloused, and I wondered what he did for a living.
It turned me on a little too much to realize that I had no idea, but I still had this man in my bed.
Parker easily pulled me up and onto my side and with one hand undid the clasp of my bra, letting me fall onto my back and take it off. As my breasts became uncovered, he breathed in deep, sharp, like he was surprised at what he saw. I was momentarily self conscious of my curves, but almost as fast, Parker moved his face back in and started to lap at my breasts, teasing them with his teeth just enough that it felt wonderful and didn’t quite reach pain.
“You are a vision, Charlotte. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered in between kisses on my boobs. I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch, feeling every sensation of his lips on me.
“You’re not so shabby yourself, Parker,” I demurred, wanting to say something to make sure he knew I appreciated his body but not sure what that should be.
“It looks like you’re still wearing too much clothing, babe,” he whispered back, and moved down my stomach to my waist, trailing soft and wet kisses down the entire way. “I’m going to fix that now.”
“Please do,” I said, unable to decide whether to watch him or to close my eyes again and just take all the goosebumps in. Parker didn’t hesitate, hooking his fingers around my skimpy panties and sliding them down my legs, still kissing me all the way down.
“Now we’re even,” he said, as he came back up to meet me. He held himself just above me, our bodies touching, his hard cock pressing into my mound as we kissed.
“Please, Parker, don’t tease me anymore, please fuck me,” I moaned, not even a little self conscious anymore. We both knew what we were doing - I couldn’t stand it anymore, I needed him inside me.
“One second.” He got up off me, and I felt the rush of cool air flow over me where Parker had been just a second before. He came back in a second with something shiny in his hand, ripping the condom package and sliding it on before he got back in place. “All set now. Where were we?”
“Right here, silly. You carry those around with you?”
He shrugged, which looked funny for someone leaning above me. “Doesn’t hurt to be prepared.”
“Were you a Boy Scout?”
“Didn’t quite make it to Eagle Scout, but yeah.”
“Figures.” I started giggling.
He looked at me funny. “Everything alright down there?”
I nodded, still laughing. “Oh yes, everything’s good down here. How about up there?”
Parker shook his head, but he was smiling too. “You’re the worst.”
“I know.”
“I’m going to stick my tongue in you now.”
“Just your tongue?”
“I got the condom out, didn’t
I?”
“I know that. I was there, in fact. I just weren’t sure if you planned on using-“
Parker lowered his head and we didn’t need words anymore, such was the power and force of our kissing. I loved having him so close to me, his tongue inside me, his lips lightly pulling at mine, creating this magic between us.
At some point during our kissing I opened my legs, till mine were around his, and Parker took the cue and reached down, and very soon I felt his huge and thick cock press into my pussy. I gasped in the middle of our kiss, my eyes dropping open as I tried to get used to having his girth inside me.
Parker slowed way down and moved back and forth, almost imperceptibly, giving me time to adjust before he pushed back in, a little deeper each time. Already the pain had started to fade, replaced by waves of pleasure that emanated from my pussy and pushed all other feeling in my body outward till there was nothing else left.
Once he got all the way in Parker paused and looked me deep in the eyes. It took me a little while to realize it, since mine were opening and closing randomly, but once I saw him up above me, I smiled and nodded, straining my neck to reach my face up and kiss him. “You feel amazing inside me, Parker.”
“I was going to say almost but not quite the same thing.”
“Good, cause that would be a little weird.”
Parker wrinkled his nose at me. “You’re a little weird.”
“Shut up. Jerk.”
“Already with the name calling.” He sighed, mock exasperated.
“You’ve earned it.”
“Well, what do we do now?”
“I guess we keep having sex?”
“A little high maintenance, aren’t you? Making demands like that so soon?”
I reached up and punched him in the arm. “That was mean.” But I was smiling the entire time.
“You’ve got a mean right hook over there, young lady.”
“Shut up and kiss me again.”
“If you insist.” He paused for a second, licking his lips. “Please insist.”
“I insi-“
Parker cut me off again with his lips, and this time he moved his cock in and out of me, and we quickly got into a good rhythm. When I could clear my mind enough to feel anything other than ecstatic pleasure I moved my hands up and down his shoulders, feeling the strength radiate out from this powerful man.
We fucked like that for a long time, our bodies getting used to each other while we discovered the little things that turned us on, and I felt myself get hotter and hotter, the orgasm building up in me till I started panting and moaning out loud.
Parker knew what was happening and kept doing exactly what he was doing, holding his speed and rhythm at exactly the same pace. It was perfect, and when I came, the orgasm ripping through me and pulsing all over my body like a combination of a tornado and an earthquake, Parker was there to cradle me in his arms, his cock still hard and inside me, and help me ride the mass of pleasure all the way to the end of the road.
I lay there underneath him, breathing long and deep and trying to make sense of everything I felt when Parker started moving inside me again, and before I knew what was happening we were fucking again at speed, my already tired muscles aching for a rest, but unable to find the time for one.
It didn’t matter to me, I wanted to feel Parker cum inside me, even though there was a condom in the way. Parker grunted and fucked me harder, leaning over to kiss the tips of my breasts and my lips every so often, until he bellowed out as he came, thrusting himself into me one last time. The fury and force of his orgasm pulled another one out of me, and we came together so perfectly that I wouldn’t have believed it if someone told me about it later.
Soaked with sweat and bone-tired, we separated, getting under the covers. I snuggled up to Parker, his arms around me.
“That was pretty good,” I whispered.
Parker looked at me like I was an alien. “Your powers of understatement are astounding. That was earth-shattering.”
“Someone’s got a big ego.”
“And someone’s very good at destroying egos.”
“We’d make a good team.”
And with that, I fell asleep in his arms.
CHAPTER 03 - LANCE
The light came in through the window through the thin venetian blinds. This was definitely not like where I usually slept. To be fair, during the season I basically slept in the equivalent of a crappy hotel room at the facility, but that was besides the point.
The point was this was not my room at the facility. I blinked my eyes and reached up a hand to rub them clear before opening them fully and letting them adjust. This room was…mostly light brown, except for where the sun came in and bathed the floor in a lighter tan. The bed was not nearly as comfortable as mine.
Except…the girl next to me was a welcome change. Despite my buddies thinking about how much of a ladies man I was, and how I talked about abstaining entirely from women during the regular and post season, the reality was I took it a step further - once training camp came around during the summer, I stayed away from the ladies, preferring to get ready for all the work I had coming.
But last night, well, last night was a little different. I was all set to enjoy my evening with my buddies, the last time I’d see them till February, but then she came along.
Charlotte, that was her name. Charlotte. Beautiful name, I loved how it rolled off my tongue as I whispered it and pulled her closer. She turned over, rolling into me and resting her head against my shoulder.
She was incredible. Just a vision of beauty the likes of which I had never seen. She had curves in all the right places and a smile that sent me over the moon. She was literally difficult for me to look at when she smiled like that, but even so I never wanted that smile to fade from her face.
And more than that, I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to be with her. Of course, we didn’t know each other, even though I could still feel the rush of our bodies intertwining together just a few hours ago, but still I felt the pull toward her. I wanted to be here, with her, all day, just so we could get to know each other a little more, and see just how connected we were.
Of course, I couldn’t do that. I had somewhere to be. I grimaced as I raised my arm again so I could look at my watch, careful not to move too much and disturb her. She looked so peaceful lying there, like nothing in the world could get in her way. I hoped she always felt that way.
Shit, I had to get moving, I couldn’t stay here any longer. There was just enough time to get back to the facility and grab a quick shower before I had my first press conference of the year.
As slowly as I could, I climbed out of bed, staring at Charlotte’s face after every small movement to make sure she was still sawing logs, but clearly she slept like the dead - nothing I did seemed to have any effect on her. How lucky was that?
I quickly got dressed and noticed that my phone and wallet had fallen out of my pockets in my haste to get naked with her last night. As I pocketed the wallet and looked at my phone, I felt a sudden twinge of remorse.
I wanted to see this girl again, wanted to spend every waking moment with her, from here on out, just on the possibility that she and I might have the cosmic connection that I thought we could have together.
But at the same time, I knew what I had to do. I simply could not afford to see this girl again for the next 5 months. I just needed to focus on football and winning a championship for New England. Even if that didn’t happen, at the very least I had to do everything in my power to ensure that we won. Anything less and our chances of victory would hinge on me, and if we didn’t win, then it would be my fault.
And if that meant giving up a chance with the one girl I had felt anything for in a long time, well, that was just the sacrifice I had to make. I didn’t know how to be any other way.
Still, as I sat in the chair next to her small dining table, lacing up my shoes, I watched her, and the only thought that ran through my head was that I had to spend mor
e time with this girl.
I wanted to leave her my number, but I also couldn’t take the chance that she was some nut who just wanted to sleep with pro football players. Once she learned who I was, she might track me down and show up at the facility, and I couldn’t handle that, not with the media or with my teammates.
It was hard, spending a few months a year with no intimacy, nothing like a real personal connection, but that was the only way I knew how to do things. And even worse, given my tenuous contract and starting situation with the New England Patriots, I couldn’t afford to test out a different way, not this year.
I couldn’t leave my number. But I could do something a little similar. I picked up Charlotte’s phone on the bed, and thumbed it open, dialing my number and completing the call. Her number appeared on my phone’s screen, and then I hung up. I went into her call list and deleted my number from her phone.
I couldn’t explain why I did it, not when I knew the rules, knew that we couldn’t see each other. But I just wanted to have her number, just in case.
In any case, we probably would never see each other again. She’d never hear from me, she’d start dating another guy, and maybe, just maybe, she’d happen to catch a Patriots game on TV this fall, and maybe she might catch a shot of me on TV without my helmet on, and maybe she’d remember who I was.
That was a hell of a lot of maybes, but right now, that was as good as I could do.
I stood up, checking that I had all my clothes and stuff, and looked again at Charlotte sleeping merrily away. I wanted nothing more in the world than to get naked and get back in bed with her, and wake her up with my lips all over her body.
But I had the media to get to, and Coach Armstrong would flay me alive, possibly in public, if I were late to the first media availability of the season. It was not a good precedent to set.
Before I left I leaned over quickly and gave her a long kiss on the forehead. She murmured something and turned over, moving her face away from the light, and snored once, just a little bit, which brought a huge smile to my face. To think that someone so perfect snored was just the hottest thing ever to me.
