Offense & Defense: A MMF Sports Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Without any warning, he pulls out of me, sliding his hands under my ass and turning me around as if I were nothing more than a lightweight rag-doll. No wonder, the man is all muscles, each one of them brimming with power. I’m on all fours on top of the table, my ass raised in Colt's direction; he slaps me across it with the back of his hand, the sound of the impact making me squirm in a frenzy of sweetened lust.

  Ethan runs his fingers over my face, and my eyes locking on his. There's more than lust there – there is passion, there is caring and tenderness. There's... love? The pounding of my heart against my ribcage is the only thing I can hear as those thoughts race through my mind. I look back over my shoulder and look at Colt, the same telling look on his face.

  I smile. I'm fucking smiling, and all because of the way they're looking at me. I don't even know why I'm doing it. I just can't help it – my heart is feeling tight inside my chest, a joy I haven't felt in a long time nestled there.

  Am I actually starting to care for these two? No, this makes no sense. I can't do that. I can't open myself and wear my heart on my sleeve... I know what happens to people who do that. Heartbreak, betrayal, loss. My father was a trusting man— and see what happened to him: he had his dreams crushed under the heels of the same people he trusted.

  I can't let that happen to me. I'm the team owner; they're my players. I can fuck them, yes, but I can't let it go beyond that. I can't! And yet... I want it so goddamn much. I want to be able to trust them — to surrender just for a little while and let my guard down.

  I can't fight this. I don't want to.

  I take one hand and place it around Ethan's neck; I pull him into me and kiss him, my mouth fitting on his perfectly. I kiss him softly, my lips brushing on his with such sweetness my heart starts to melt.

  "Come here..." I whisper to Colt, looking at him over my shoulder. He goes around the table and stands next to Ethan; I don't need to do a thing – he places one finger under my chin and leans into me, kissing me softly as Ethan runs his hands through my hair gently.

  I just want this moment to last forever.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, allowing passion and lust to mix and course through me with a fury. When I open my eyes, there's nothing but pleasure on my mind. I grab their cocks by the base and pull them to me; I lean into Ethan’s, taking it in my mouth as I push my head down, and then pull it out and devour Colt's, the scent of my pussy still lingering on his flesh. I suck them both, bobbing my head once on each of them before switching; I start doing it so fast that their flavor starts to mix inside my mouth.

  Supporting myself with one hand on the table, I take the other one to between my legs and press two fingers over my clit. I start rubbing on it as my tongue parts my lips and I start licking their glans. They come closer, their naked bodies so near they're leaning against each other.

  I open my mouth wide, brushing my lips against the tip of Ethan's cock and then changing to Colt's. I keep on doing it until they enter a trance of delight, both men leaning into me until I can kiss both their tips at the same time. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I kiss them, my lips forcing their shafts against one another. They don't even move, their cocks twitching even harder the moment they touch.

  "Take me," I moan, pulling back and looking up at them. Colt gives Ethan a slight nod, and he acknowledges him by going back around the table and positioning himself behind me, his long fingers grabbing me by the waist as he points his hard cock towards the crevice between my thighs. I can’t help but repeat myself. “Fuck me, Ethan.”

  “Gladly,” he says, the tone of his voice almost like a shot of adrenaline. One thrust of his and my eyelids drop, his massive girth inside of me; blind with pleasure, I take one hand and grab Colt’s cock, guiding his meaty flesh against my lips. I kiss his tip, my tongue circling it in abandonment as my body rocks back and forth with each of Ethan’s trust.

  Colt grabs me by the head and starts to thrust too, his other hand grabbing my tits and squeezing them hard. I start bobbing my head, his cock sliding in and out of me furiously, and only stop to suck in the saltiness on his tip.

  I’m completely going crazy here, their cocks completely punishing me.

  I jut my ass back at Ethan, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs over and over again, the sound of it like music to my ears. Each time I rock my body back and allow Ethan’s cock to slide deep inside of me, Colt’s thick member goes back out over my tongue; I then do the opposite, moving forwards and making Colt’s cock brush against the back of my throat as Ethan’s slides out. It’s a perfect pendulum motion, a never ending flurry of pleasure dancing inside of me.

  I go as fast as I can, my limbs growing exhausted with the rhythmic and flowing motion of my body. But I push through, not wanting to waste any minute. Ethan grabs my ass then, his thumbs over the dimples on my lower back, and he starts to thrust wildly, a frantic rage pulling the strings of his movements. Fuck, I have to take Colt’s cock out of my mouth, my mind only capable of focusing on the delirious pounding Ethan is handing out

  My muscles are tensing up, everything in me about to explode. I let out a high-pitched scream as I erupt, my whole body shaking as if I have no control. Christ, I never felt anything like this. I lean into Colt’s cock as my body is consumed by a holy fire of ecstasy, taking him in my mouth and sucking on him as if I’m minutes away from dying.

  My pussy has tightened up around Ethan’s cock, but that doesn’t make him stop - on the contrary, it only makes him go harder and keep thrusting while waves of pleasure crash inside of me.

  I open my eyes and, Colt’s member still inside of my mouth, I look up at him. His eyes are not on me, but on Ethan - he’s looking at his rival as if he is in a trance, desire etched in his lips as he watches him fucking me relentlessly. They might tell themselves they are enemies, but what’s happening here tells a completely different story.

  Ethan’s constant pounding quickly derails my train of thoughts, his thickness obliterating any semblance of rational thought inside of me. I can’t think straight, not now. The only thing I can do is submit to the way my body is readying itself to come all over again, the last wave of pleasure still receding over my mind.

  Ethan slaps me across the ass as he thrusts, and then runs his fingers over my crack. With my eyes shut tight, I let fireworks go off behind my eyelids as he parts my ass cheeks and brushes his thumb against my crack, gently rubbing it against my anus. God, I can’t believe I’m letting him do it. But I am, and I love it. I don’t know how this even happened, but these two men can do whatever they want to me.

  They are mine, yes. But I’m also theirs.

  I moan over Colt’s cock as Ethan slides his finger inside my ass, a bonfire of ecstasy inside of me. My mouth, my pussy, my ass - everything in me is being ravaged by them, and I fucking love it. There’s no other way to put it.

  I take Colt’s cock out of my mouth as my body trembles in ecstasy once again, a pure avalanche of destructive pleasure taking me by assault. I never even knew I could survive pleasure such as this. Fuck, I didn’t even know it was possible to feel something as good as this!

  Screaming through my gritted teeth, I push my ass back against Ethan as I move my hand up and down Colt’s cock as fast as I can. I use my last strengths to give these men the prize they deserve, sweat dripping down my forehead as I rock my body back and forth.

  “Come for me,” I moan, looking at Colt straight in the eyes. It doesn’t take more than that - just these three words and I feel his cock twitching hard against my fingers. I launch myself forwards, taking him in my mouth in the exact moment cum gushes out of him in a torrent. He spasms over my tongue, his semen filling me up as Ethan grabs my ass hard and pierces me with a violent final thrust. I shiver, the twitching of Ethan’s cock inside my pussy almost too much for me to bear.

  Both my mouth and pussy are drenched in cum, and I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better than this. I remain still as both men empty themselves inside of
me, their juices coating my insides eagerly. Each spasm of their cock sends ripples through my body, each and every one of my muscles twitching in a feverish response.

  As I feel Ethan pulling out of me, I allow Colt’s cock to slide out of my mouth as well. I sit up on the table, my legs dangling over the edge as my heart beats rapidly inside of my chest, and swallow. Colt’s saltiness burns down my throat as I feel Ethan’s cum dripping down my legs, and I can’t help but grin in pure delight

  This… This was absolute perfection.

  I close my eyes, wanting to shut the real world out. I know that when the season ends, only one of them will be able to stay. But that’s exactly the kind of reality I don’t want to be thinking off. No. Right now, all I want to do is be pleasure’s sinful victim.

  15

  SportsNation

  SportsNation Highlights.

  Welcome to SportsNation Highlights. I'm your host for today, Courtney Kinder. With me, I have noted sports commentator and sports reporter for the News of the Times, AJ Ledoux.

  We're talking today about the upcoming Monday game between the New York Nailers and the San Francisco Stepbrothers.

  Courtney (turning to AJ): AJ, what can the Nailers expect for Monday's game, and do you think that the recent troubles that they've been having over the last two weeks are going to be any sort of impediment to their performance on the field?

  AJ: Well, Courtney, that's a good question. A lot of times, a team's off-field issues find a way to end up on the field as well. And the New York Nailers have certainly had their share of issues. I mean, come on, we have probably the most talented offensive player in the NFL get into a literal fight with the most talented defensive player in the league. On this show. That alone would be enough to destroy careers for a lot of players.

  Courtney: But not Ethan Blake and Colt Stackford.

  AJ (shaking his head): No. Those two were good enough that they were able to trade their reputations and that still carried enough weight that a team like the Nailers, that had been struggling for their first few games, saw a quick opportunity to maybe make the playoffs. It was a smart move by Julianna Heaton and I have to give her credit for that.

  Courtney: But you haven't been her biggest fan to date.

  AJ (shaking his head but smiling): Well, let's just say that I don't think she belongs in the NFL at all.

  Courtney: Wow. You kiss your wife with that mouth?

  AJ: No, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that when you take on something as important and central as owning an NFL team, you thrust yourself into the public eye. And the public will want to see someone who upholds the moral fiber that they expect in women - who are supposed to be the better halves of men.

  Courtney: Let me see if I'm understanding this...

  AJ: I'll make it really clear Courtney. I don't have a problem with a woman running a football team. I just think if she's going to be a role model to other women, then she needs to figure out how to have a less salacious private life. Because like it or not, Julianna Heaton is a role model to my daughter. And I don't want her to grow up and be a slut.

  Courtney: Now wait just a second!

  AJ (holding up his hand): No, let me finish. I have no objection to her behavior at all. As a private citizen she's free to do whatever she wants. But the moment she puts herself under the microscope, she needs to place her own life on hold and uphold what society tells her is the moral code that we live by.

  Courtney: So, coming back to the initial question. Do you think the actions that we've witnessed with Colt, Ethan, and Julianna will negatively impact their play on Monday against the Stepbrothers in San Francisco?

  16

  Colt

  Monday night. America’s night. Lights. Cameras. Crowds.

  Football.

  I love every single fucking minute of this game.

  But tonight, I seriously consider maybe finding a new line of fucking work.

  The clock was winding and I snap the ball, heading back, looking for my receivers.

  Too late. The Stepbrothers Defense has been on us like nothing else all night and broke past my right tackle.

  I have maybe two seconds. But before I can do anything I see fucking stars. Pain shoots through my entire fucking body and I fall towards the ground.

  My brain registers what happens without words. Someone must have gotten through and come up my blind side.

  They got around the left tackle.

  I land on the ground, trying to keep the football. I can’t let go of the football.

  I fail.

  It leaves my hands and bounces off.

  That’s probably the only thing that saves my life. There’s a pileup of guys that fall on the ground, chasing the fucking ball.

  But I’m past caring at this point. I take a few deep breaths, moving my legs and arms to see if everything is working. It’s good.

  The pain subsides. Nothing broken. Nothing torn.

  I stand up and realize that that we’ve turned over the ball.

  Fucking again.

  With a sigh, I run off the field as Ethan leads the defense out.

  This has got to be like the ninth time we’ve traded spots on the field.

  Ethan hasn’t spoken to me since the night he and I both had Julianna. In fact, he up and left before we could do anything more. Like a fucking light switch went off after he came.

  It’s not like Julianna and I kept at it. We lay there for a little bit, kissing and shit, before we realized that we were pretty exposed in all this. With the way things were going with our sex lives, it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that some fucker with a camera somewhere had taken a picture of us. I don't even know where or how. But we decided it was probably best to call it a fucking night.

  We left the stadium in separate cars. Going to separate beds.

  When all my body wanted to do was to be near her. To hold onto her and never let her go.

  But it wasn’t just fucking Julianna that I wanted.

  I couldn't stop thinking of Ethan.

  That fucker who’d been around my whole life. The one who I’d competed with the since we were kids - who always had been trying to steal my thunder. I couldn’t stop thinking of his fucking body.

  Of his goddamn cock.

  I mean, don't fucking look at me like that, okay?

  I’m not fucking gay. I know I’m not gay.

  I like fucking women too much. All fucking shapes and sizes. I’m an equal opportunity fuck machine.

  I guess equal opportunity even extends to gender too.

  I mean, it’s not like I want to jump every fucking guy that I come up to. I’ve seen cocks all my life in the locker room. I bet you were going to think I was going to say ‘the cocker room’ didn’t you?

  But that’s not what I was thinking then.

  Until Ethan and I took Julianna together.

  Fuck, that was so fucking hot. It was so fucking dirty that even now, as I’m exhausted and reaching the side-lines, my cock is fucking twitching as I think of kissing Julianna’s tits and running them all over my face while Ethan rubbed his cock all over her ass cheeks.

  Fuck. Now is not the best time.

  Especially the way we’ve been playing.

  I know what you’re going to say - I’m supposed to be the fucking best, right?

  But I can’t be the best if I’m supposed to be constantly on the field. That’s what the defense is for. To keep the other team’s offense from scoring.

  But it also gives me a chance to breathe. Sure, if we have a turnover or shut them down, that’s one thing.

  But when we keep having to go back on the field over and over again.

  When we keep getting called in because the ball turned over too soon, me and my offensive line get fucking exhausted.

  It’s one thing if we were going over because our defense was shutting them down.

  But we were allowing them to score.

  By the time I head back out in the middle of
the third quarter, we’re losing. The Stepbrothers lead us 36 to 7.

  I’ve thrown three interceptions because I’ve been worn out by the end of the first Quarter.

  Our defense is giving up too much. They’re letting too many things get through.

  What the fuck is Ethan thinking?

  Why is he playing like shit? I can’t keep doing this without him.

  There, I said it, okay? I need the fucker. I can’t do it on my own.

  My heart’s fucking sinking as my offensive line basically crumbles and I have to throw away the ball. Again.

  We barely make it past a minute before we’re out of downs and have to punt the ball again.

  The Stepbrother return it for a touchdown.

  That means I’m back on the field. Fuck.

  I don’t know how much longer I can keep going. Even our second string QB is exhausted.

  The water is falling in waves against my body as I close my eyes and point my head up towards the shower head.

  Everybody was mostly silent as the game ended. One of the worse losses in New York Nailers history.

  I know I just came to this team this season, but I’ve grown to think of these men as my brothers. As this team as my fucking family.

  And I feel like I’ve let the team down today.

  Not even Coach Karl has anything to say to us. Maybe that’s the worst feeling of all. That even the coach doesn't want to fucking talk to you because he’s disgusted.

  The shower is definitely cooling me off - calming me down and making me feel a bit more normal. Fuck.

  21 to 7.

  I decide to stay under the water until I feel calmer. Until my brain is focused again. I can’t keep on being distracted by thoughts of Julianna. Thoughts of Ethan.