Sacked (The Alpha Ballers#2)

by Lucy Snow

  I looked again at the clock. “I should go, it’s getting late.”

  “Yeah.”

  I turned and walked toward the door and was about to rest my hand on the doorknob when Lance stopped me. “That’s not the only thing I’m frustrated about, Charlotte.” His voice was soft but with force - he definitely meant what he was saying.

  I faced him again. “Oh?”

  “My rule about not getting close to anyone during the season.” He met my eyes and I could see the fire burning in them, see the passion he was holding at bay every minute we were close. “That’s been frustrating me too.”

  “I see.” I didn’t even want to get my hopes up this time. Too many times Lance Parker had built things up between us only to pull back at the last moment and leave me high and dry. Of course, in reality the opposite of ‘dry.’ “And how does that concern me?”

  “You know it does.” He paused. “Lock the door and close the shade.”

  I gulped, and did what he said. He motioned me closer and I came back into the room. I didn’t stop at the railing to his bed this time, taking care not to disturb his right leg, I sat on the bed and leaned into him.

  Our kiss was plaintive at first, tentative, like we had been apart for a long time and weren’t sure of where we stood anymore.

  But that was just the beginning.

  In between our kisses, Lance whispered, “We’re going to have to be quiet, you know.”

  I nodded, collapsing into him. “And we can’t get too nuts, with my knee like this.”

  I nodded again. “We’ll figure something out,” I whispered back, way softer than it needed to be.

  Lance smiled. “I would hate to have to explain to the media that my recovery was set back another couple weeks because of a sex-related injury.”

  I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around Lance’s strong neck and whispered in his ear, as sexily as I could, “There are worse reasons to set back a recovery.”

  Lance laughed and pulled me back till we were face to face, suddenly getting serious. “I totally agree with you, Charlotte, but I have a hunch the media won’t.” He paused, then added, “And if it comes down to that, you’ll have to explain it to Coach Armstrong first.”

  I playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Gee, thanks, leave the fun one for me, why don’t you?”

  “I’m just saying, if I have to tell a room full of reporters I got hurt again while having sex, you can at least explain your role in the matter to the coach.”

  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Lance. We can probably make this work without any need for explanations, to the media or the coaching staff. How about we try that first?”

  “Sounds good to me. How about we get started?”

  I laughed. “I thought you’d never ask,” I said, nestling myself closer while Lance kissed up and down my neck, right where it met my shoulders, making me shudder with delight.

  “If you really thought I’d never ask, it’s kinda forward of you to be sitting in my arms like this, isn’t it?” He said, and even though I couldn’t see his face from this angle I knew he was grinning that grin of his that made me melt every single time.

  “The one time I wish you’d stop playing word games and just go with the flow, Lance,” I quipped sarcastically.

  “I think I can do that.” And then he reached his hand into my hair and gently pulled my head back in front of him so he could plant a big kiss right on my lips.

  “There’s hope for you yet…” I murmured as I reached down and pulled his shirt up. Lance let go of me and raised his arms so I could take it off and get rid of it, getting me once again face to face with his ridiculously sculpted body. He must have found some way to take care of himself while sidelined, because he didn’t look like he’d lost any of his muscles at all.

  “See anything you like?”

  “Maybe,” I said, poking at him and marveling at how resistant the muscle was. “I’ll let you know if want to do anything other than browse.”

  “Tough crowd tonight.”

  “You really did get the hanging judge this time.”

  “It’s like our jokes have become jokes, but only to us.” More kissing, more fondling. Lance ran his hands over my chest above my clothes. “Mmmm, Charlotte, take this off.”

  I nodded and took off my shirt, leaving my lacy bra on. I didn’t plan on wearing it specifically because I thought Lance and I might get busy today - I just really loved wearing sexy underclothes even if I was the only one who’d get to see them.

  “Mhhhmmm,” Lance groaned as he lightly ran the rough pads of his fingers over the line where my bra and breasts met. “You are the sexiest woman alive, Charlotte.”

  I searched inside Lance’s eyes, mostly due to insecurity, to see if I could figure out whether he believed what he had said, and I could find nothing in them that suggested otherwise. My heart flared and I pressed myself up against his bare chest, wanting him to cover me up tight, suddenly overcome and unable to find anything to say.

  Lance didn’t say anything either, just shifted underneath me and I fell across his lap, his arms holding me and keeping me steady. I opened my eyes and looked up at his smiling face looking down on me with such wonder and passion, and I couldn’t help but reach out and kiss him hungrily.

  Within a few minutes we’d gotten rid of the blankets on Lance’s bed and we had both taken our pants off, and were lounging around naked under the light sheet. I took great pains to keep myself away from Lance’s right leg, and he didn’t move nearly as quickly or forcefully as he had that night so many weeks ago in my apartment.

  I was getting worked up, my slick pussy wet with anticipation, and my nipples ached as Lance took them in his mouth and teased them with both his teeth and his tongue, keeping me just on the edge of cumming. I looked into his eyes as if to ask the question, and Lance nodded, giving me permission, and I moaned out loud, letting the waves of pleasure overcome me. I knew I was making too much noise as my first orgasm hit, but I couldn’t do anything about it - the link between conscious thought and action had been at least temporarily severed, and all I knew was the sensation of light encompassing my entire body.

  Lance saved us from being discovered and exposed, though, by reaching up and clamping his hand over my mouth, muffling the loud noises I was making just as I started. As I regained conscious control I looked at him with gratitude, closing my mouth and kissing his palm for good measure. Then I moved my head back to his ear. “Thanks for the save, lover.”

  “Any time, babe. I got you. We’re in this together, yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  One orgasm already, just from Lance playing with my boobs with his mouth. I shuddered with glee and anticipation as Lance reached his hand down under the sheets and found my glistening pussy, ready and willing to be touched and opened. As his fingers entered me, I moved my own hand down under the sheets, taking his thick, hard cock into my hands and marveling at how I could barely get my hands around it, it was so big. I licked my lips, knowing that I needed to taste it this time before he fucked me.

  Careful to avoid getting too close to Lance’s right leg, I moved down, pulling the sheet out of our way and letting the rush of cool air from outside our bed-cocoon come in and bring up goosebumps on my skin, till I was looking down at his cock.

  I took him into my mouth, teasing him at first with my tongue and loving the way I had to stretch to fit around him. There was no way I could take all of him, he was far too large, but I just wanted his taste in my mouth.

  Lance groaned above me as I lightly touched his balls with my fingers, gingerly at first, and licked up and down the sides of his cock. “Oh, Charlotte, that feels amazing, please don’t stop.”

  With one hand stroking up and down the part of Lance’s shaft that I couldn’t get to with my mouth, I moved my other hand to my pussy and started playing with myself, shocked at how wet I already was.

  I lay there sucking on his incredible cock until Lance looked down. Our ey
es met and he reached down to brush my hair out of my eyes. “You look incredible with my cock in your mouth, baby.”

  I felt it, too, and I smiled. “Come up here, now, I need to get in that pussy of yours.” I took one last lick of his cock before I came up, running my hands along his sleek and muscular body till they wrapped around his neck again.

  Lance reached over and opened the drawer next to his bed, pulling out a condom, unwrapping it, and sliding it over his cock. “You brought condoms to the medical wing?” I asked, momentarily bothered by that for some reason.

  “Be prepared was the Boy Scouts’ motto for a reason, babe.”

  I let that one go. Just this once.

  I settled into his lap, his cock finding my waiting pussy as I sat down, driving him deep into me. Lance’s eyes rolled back in his head as my tight pussy enveloped him. He moved his hands till they gripped my waist, and I looked down, watching him guide me up and down on his cock.

  I had my arms around his neck, and I moved in closer so I could kiss him and rub my boobs on his chest.

  We moved slow and sensually, trying not to make any noise. We stared into each other’s eyes the entire time, and I nodded to him when I felt my orgasm coming on. He nodded back and we both sped up a little bit, and we managed to cum within a few seconds of each other.

  I collapsed in Lance’s arms, exhausted but feeling nothing but light and pleasure as I pressed my head into his chest and looked up at him. Lance smiled down at me and we didn’t need to speak.

  It was perfect.

  The next few days passed without much incident. Lance and I didn’t talk again about what had happened - he had other things on his mind and I was mostly preoccupied with helping him get better.

  The next game with the Cowboys came and went. As expected, the Cowboys were sorry as always and the Patriots had little difficulty getting the win even with Oliver Lee getting the start.

  Before the game, Morris had called me into his office and told me that for the next week or so I’d be needed to help out with Oliver as well as continuing to take care of Lance. I thought the timing was a little weird, but so far Morris had shown no hint that he had any ulterior motives, so I went along with it.

  As a result, I watched the game against the Cowboys from the sideline, cheering on the Patriots. Lance actually came too, propping himself up on crutches. The crowd gave him a big ovation when they spotted him on the field, and he waved to everyone, a huge smile on his face.

  I watched him be back on the field, and I couldn’t help but feel a little worried despite how happy he looked. I knew it was tearing him apart during the game, watching his brothers compete in front of everyone and not being able to join them.

  Still, it was wonderful to see him out of the facility, in the sun, even if only on the sidelines.

  After the game was over, Lance briefly talked to Hud and Drake as they came off the field then went back to his room, nodding at me as he passed by. It was weird being around him now that we had had sex again, but I tried to brush away those worries as best I could.

  I had work to do, and I was happy to do it, even if it was on Oliver Lee. I headed back to the quarterbacks’ training and recovery room after the game ended, cleaning up and making sure everything was stocked.

  All of a sudden I heard a voice behind me. “Good game, huh?”

  I turned around, scared for a second, and saw Oliver Lee standing there. “Oh hey, Oliver, there you are. Yeah, good game, congrats on getting your first win. It must feel great.”

  He stepped forward, smiling that All-American smile of his. He’d taken off his jersey and football pads, and put on a team t-shirt instead. He was in very good shape, but somehow his muscles just didn’t do it for me. “Certainly beats losing by a country mile, that’s for sure.”

  “Losing by a country mile, or losing, by a country mile?” I asked with a smile.

  “Huh?” He looked confused, and confused was not a good look for Oliver Lee. He looked much better when he was just going with the flow.

  “Never mind. What can I do for you?” I knew what the answer was going to be, but I was hoping I was wrong.

  “Morris says we’ll be working together for the next week,” he started.

  “Yeah, he told me before the game.”

  Oliver flashed his teeth. “Might as well get started, I’m here for a post-game massage.”

  I took a deep breath and looked down. I hadn’t been wrong after all. I sighed and looked back up. “OK, sounds good. Get up on the table.” I nodded toward the nearest table and Oliver jumped up on it, relaxing against the inclined back.

  I started with his shoulders and arms, having him turn over so I could work his back after a few minutes. “Tell me about the game today, Oliver. What was different?” I wanted him to give Lance the credit for helping him out.

  “Lots of preparation, and I think things finally started clicking this week. I got in tune with the receivers, the offensive line played really well, and the game plan was solid. A good team win.”

  I laughed so hard I almost snorted, and Oliver shot me a questioning look. “I’m no stranger to Patriots-speak, Oliver, you can drop all that crap with me. Give me the real story.”

  Oliver grinned. “I balled out of control.”

  “Yeah?” I really wanted him to at least acknowledge that Lance had been instrumental in making this win possible. “That must have felt great. What do you think clicked?”

  Oliver looked blankly back at me. “It all started to make sense, I just got the hang of things finally.”

  I sighed again. “That’s great to hear. Hopefully the wins keep coming.”

  “Yeah, they will.” There was that irrational confidence Lance mentioned, rearing its head again. “I don’t plan on going back to being a backup.”

  “Oh?”

  “No way, this is way better. No one wants to be a backup, we’re athletes, we want to fucking play. I got my shot like Lance got his last year, and I ain’t planning on giving the job back to him even if he’s 100%.”

  “But Lance is the starter.”

  “If I keep winning, that’ll change really quick.”

  “Lance’s recovery seems to be back on track, he could be practicing in a couple weeks.”

  Oliver sneered at me. “Lance is old news. The guy had a few good wins last year, but I’m gonna be the face of the franchise going forward.” He learned forward and got right in my face. “It’s nothing personal - just football. That’s how the game is played.”

  “You seem pretty sure of yourself, Oliver.”

  “You don’t get this far in the game without getting high on your own supply, Charlotte.”

  “Right.”

  Oliver looked me up and down. “Might be a good time for you to change teams.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, maybe you should be working with me full time instead of keeping that old guy upright a couple games longer.”

  I laughed again. “Lance is 26, Oliver, he’s hardly old.”

  “Yeah, but injuries like his have a way of coming back and haunting you for years. You should get on the winning side.” He puffed himself up. “You know, in the interest of your career and all.”

  “My career is doing alright as it is, Oliver.”

  “Alright, alright. There would be other perks too, you know.”

  “Such as?” I stopped massaging him and folded my arms under my chest, waiting for his answer.

  “Extra curricular activities of various kinds.”

  “I-I think we’re done for this session, Oliver. You’re all set.”

  Oliver jumped off the table and flexed, bending his legs at the knees and stretching his arms up, milling them from side to side. “Thanks for the help, Charlotte. I’ll be seeing you around here.”

  “Yeah,” I said, as Oliver walked out of the room.

  CHAPTER 13 - LANCE

  I watched the Patriots beat the Cowboys from the sidelines. It felt amazing to be b
ack out on the field and hear the crowd cheering their team on in person. It also twisted at my soul not to be playing, out there with my teammates.

  All I could think about as I watched them crush the hated Cowboys was that it should have been me out there under center, taking the snaps, throwing Drake those touchdowns; it should have been me my brothers hoisted after the game and carried into the locker room, not Oliver Lee.

  As soon as the game was over I went back to my room, still getting used to walking around on crutches, and got back on my bed. My knee was doing a lot better; I was able to flex it and walk around little bit as long as I didn’t place too much weight on it.

  For a moment I thought back to a few days ago when Charlotte and I had done some improvisation in our attempt to have sex without aggravating my knee any further. We had been surprisingly successful and in the days since I had fantasized about those moments over and over again, reliving them as best I could.

  It felt a little bit weird that Charlotte didn’t seem to want to talk about what had happened. I was conflicted myself, not sure what to say to her. The entire thing happened so fast, I don’t know what had come over me, why I needed her so badly right then.

  I was just frustrated because I couldn’t play, because my fucking backup quarterback was starting to steal the spotlight that was rightfully mine. I stared down at my knee, anger suddenly welling back up, and I knew that I had to do whatever it took to get back on the field before Oliver took my job away from me forever.

  I had just settled back down on the bed when the door opened. “Hey, Charlotte,” I called out, thinking it was her. She and I had actually started greeting each other again since we’d last had sex. It was a nice touch, I thought.

  “Nah, man, no Charlotte this time. Starting QB in the house right here,” Oliver Lee’s familiar high pitched voice rang out. For a guy that looked like the prototypical professional quarterback, he sure sounded shrill and unappealing, like, all the time.

  “Hey, Oliver, nice game just now. Congrats on your first win. I know it’s a big deal.”

  “No sir, no big deal here, first win of many, Thank you for your congratulations, but they are not necessary.”