Offense & Defense: A MMF Sports Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Turning my wrist around, I grab his cock underhandedly, feeling it pulse against my curled fingers; I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him over his boxers, and I let out a gentle moan against his ear. He reacts by tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking, forcing me to throw my head back. He rolls to the side at the same time and, moving quickly, he takes his parted lips to my left nipple; he wraps them around my rosy tip, sucking it inside his mouth, and then presses down with his tongue. I let go of his cock as pleasure flutters inside of me, one hand of his going over my stomach in a downward line.

  “I need this so bad,” he whispers, his fingers going over my drenched thong and pressing on my pussy.

  “Then take it, take it now,” I tell him, the desperation to feel him, to be fucked by him, completely overpowering me.

  “Yes,” he says, and then he hooks his fingers on the string of fabric that laces my outer thigh and pulls. The sound of the thong ripping reaches me a fraction of a second after, the cool air of the room lapping at my naked pussy. Now completely naked, I moan as he takes two fingers to my clit, rubbing me there for a few seconds before hiking down to my drenched folds. He goes up and down over them, and then starts to part them with his index finger; my back is arched as anticipation makes my muscles tense up, but he just keeps on teasing me with no end in sight.

  Only when I start relaxing does he go for it; flicking his wrist fast, he slides his index finger all the way inside my pussy, curling it upward and only stopping when it’s pressed tight against my G-spot. I open my mouth in surprise, a sudden scream welling up to my lips, and he takes the chance to start rubbing my clit with his free hand.

  Pleasure fills me up to the brim, pooling in my muscles and biting at my nerve endings. It demands all of my brain’s attention, controlling every single cell inside my skull as it keeps on growing and growing, like a never-ending stairway to heaven. It grows so much that it bursts, an explosion of sheer ecstasy taking over me; arching my back again, I let out one wild scream and, when my vocal chords grow tired, I resort to hissing like a madwoman.

  Danny takes his fingers out of my pussy then, but never lifting them off my body. He traces an upward line over my stomach with his wet fingertips, my fluids glistening on my skin, and goes all the way to the valley between my breasts. From there, he climbs the straight line of my chin and only stops when his fingers are on my lips. I part them slowly, and he wastes no time, sliding his fingers inside my mouth; I suck on them, my brain burning as the sweet flavor of my pussy inundates it.

  “Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, his lips once again brushing over the curve of my breasts. This time he takes his mouth down my body and, positioning himself between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, using his tongue like a torture device.

  Grabbing at his hair, I try to force him down, but he fights back against my hold. He keeps on teasing me, brushing both lips and tongue on my inner thighs while I try to thrust with my hips. Countering me, he presses his forearm over my waist, pinning me down to the mattress, and just keeps on circling my wetness without going for it.

  “Please,” I pant, my voice quivering as I try to fight back against his hold, moving my hips from side to side.

  “I love to hear you beg,” he says, looking up at me with a devious grin on his face.

  “Then please, please... “ I beg him, looking into eyes with an expression of pure desperation. His eyes become narrower as his grin widens and, just like that, he’s on me; he wraps his lips around my clit and starts to suck, using his tongue to run soft circles around it. Hooking his thumbs under my knees, he forces my legs up and then takes his open mouth to my pussy lips, pressing it against my wetness and jabbing at my insides with his tongue.

  This time he doesn’t stop me while I try to thrust, and so I just press my pussy against his face as hard as I can, rubbing my wetness against his mouth. “Yes, yes…” I keep on saying, the words coming out of me in a torrent. I want to moan and scream at the same time, I want to tell him how good he is, and how much I love him… But all I do is repeat that yes over and over again, like a delirious broken record.

  Sucking and licking, he presses one thumb over my clit and starts rubbing on it while he devours my pussy. Violent pleasure starts rising inside of me again like a ticking bomb, each tick one step closer to ecstasy.

  I want this every day. I need this every day. And I swear to God, I will never again be blindsided by everything else when my relationship with Danny is at stake. I need his lips, his naked body, and his cock, as much as I need the air to breath… And I will never risk that again.

  “Oh God,” I blurt out the moment a hurricane of pleasure takes over me. There’s a storm in my brain and, for a moment, I can’t even see or hear anything; my brain shuts down everything in order to process all the sweet pleasure reaching it. I’m grinding my teeth so hard I can feel the pressure building around the bones in my jaw.

  With my brain seemingly busy, my body goes out of control; still grabbing him by the hair, I start swaying my hips in a frenzy, crushing my pussy against his face in deep desperation as I come. By the time pleasure finally starts receding, there are already beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.

  “So good…” I whisper, more to myself than to him, as I collapse on top of the bed, sprawling both my legs and arms.

  “I can say the same,” he whispers back at me, going up to his knees. I force my eyes open and look at him, a delirious smile taking over my lips as I see his lips and chin glistening from my fluids.

  Propping myself up on my elbows, I reach for him and tug his pants down. He does the rest, rolling to the side and kicking them off. He’s only in his boxers now, but I’m going to take care of that really, really soon …

  Moving like a cat, I place my hands on his chest and push him down. He lies on top of the mattress willingly and I jump on top of him in an instant, straddling him. His cock is tenting up his boxer briefs, and I just can’t help but to press my aching pussy against that pulsing shape. Sitting on top of his shaft, I start swaying my hips, moving my body in a flowing motion as I grind against him.

  “Fuck,” he groans, running his tongue between his lips as he lays his hands on my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, he makes me grind against him even harder; I do it for a few seconds, but the desire to feel his huge cock turns into a raging need and I slide down his body. My fingernails slide down from his pectorals to his abs, leaving the red marks of claws on their way, and I finally hook them on his boxers.

  Tugging viciously, I almost rip the fabric out. That doesn’t happen, though, so I just push his boxers down his legs, never taking my eyes out of his cock as it springs free. I look at it with wide eyes, and for an instant I don’t know where I need it the most—inside my mouth, inside my pussy, or… somewhere else. All I know is that I need it.

  Much like he did before, I position myself between his legs, reaching for his mast and grabbing it harshly. Unlike him, though, I’m not in the mood for any kind of teasing; I need his cock, and I need it now. Looking into his eyes one last time, I lean into him as I angle his cock, pointing it straight at my mouth. I part my lips and wrap them around his tip, slowly lowering myself and allowing his shaft to slide over my tongue.

  “Fuck, so tight,” he groans, gently placing his hands on the top of my head and pushing me down. I let him do it willingly, and I only stop when my lips are at the base of his cock, its tip pressed tight against the back of my throat. I hold my position there for a few seconds, using my tongue to press on his shaft, and only then do I allow him to slide out.

  The moment only his tip is in my mouth, I grab his shaft with one hand and start stroking him. Bobbing my head back and forth, I suck and stroke at a perfect rhythm, my body in complete sync as I please him. The pace keeps growing furiously, and it doesn’t take long for the muscles in my neck to start cramping. Still, instead of pushing through, I decide it’s time we change gears.

  I pop his cock out of my mouth and, sliding
both hands up his naked torso, I sit on top of him. “Fuck me, Mr. Quarterback,” I purr, grabbing his cock and pointing it upward. “Show me your winning moves,” I continue, raising my hips and then lowering myself until I feel the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.

  “Touchdown,” he grins, his word a barely audible whisper. In a heartbeat he takes his hands to my ass cheeks, and burying his fingers into my flesh, pushes me down. I throw my head back and scream as I feel his shaft digging deep into me, my insides burning up as if Danny’s body was made of fire and sin, and as far as I know, it really is.

  He keeps down as he thrusts, his cock making its burning way until his twelve inches are all lodged inside of me. I cry out, clawing at his chest as I feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive cock. I guess it doesn’t matter how many times we’re together, my body’s never going to get used to how big Danny is. And that’s fine by me; every time is like the first time.

  Letting my head down, my hair falling over my shoulders, I start rocking my hips. I ride him hesitantly at first, still getting used to his pulsing shaft inside of me, but in a matter of seconds my body has already worked itself into a frenzy. I go back and forth over his cock as fast as I can, and he starts thrusting too, pistoning into me in a feverish state.

  I ride myself to exhaustion, my coming and going motion only slowing down when I can’t go on any longer. And, when that happens, I’m already screaming at the top of my lungs. Pleasure makes its way up from my pussy and, in my throat, it turns into a raw and primal sound, exploding in the air like the sound of a grenade.

  I think of rolling to the side, spreading my legs, and let him do the heavy lifting. But no, I want more than that; as such, I take my knees off of the mattress and, with both feet on the side of Danny’s hips, I squat over him. His cock is still inside of me, so all I have to do is take a deep breath and order my body to start moving again, which he does. I jump up and down on his cock, the thunder of the orgasm he gave me still roaring inside of me, and I do it until a second orgasm explodes on top of the first one.

  This time I really roll to the side, breathing hard while fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids.

  “C’mere,” I whisper lazily, spreading my legs while I hear the mattress sighing as Danny moves. He lies on top of my body and, grabbing his cock with one hand, he guides it home. He’s inside of me in one sudden thrust, one hand holding my head while the other one runs through my hair.

  “I could stay like this forever,” he whispers into my hair, gently moving his cock in and out of me.

  “Me too,” I tell him with a smile, resting my hands on his back. I let my fingers lay there as I feel his muscles moving, every inch of Danny’s body designed with one sole intent in mind: pleasure.

  He keeps on thrusting at that gentle pace until time seems to melt away around us. Our bodies float down the river of eternity, our minds adrift but never letting go of one another. This moment is perfection itself.

  “I love you,” I tell him once more, brushing my lips against his. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of having these three words in my mouth. I’ve never been cold or anything like that, but I never thought I’d be this… in love. Yeah, that’s the right term, and I don’t care if it sounds corny.

  “I love you too, never doubt that. Not for one second,” he says, and then pulls his cock out of me. He climbs off of me, lying on his side, and places one hand on my waist. Making me roll to the side, my back turned to him, he presses his body against mine and guides his cock between my thighs. He’s inside of me just like that, almost as if his cock never left my pussy, and his thrusts resume that soft kind rhythm.

  We remain like that, two bodies fused into one, for God knows how long, time just a word without meaning. This time I don’t moan or scream; I just grab at the sheets hard, exhaling sharply as a bright ball of ecstasy rolls up into existence deep inside of me.

  He stops thrusting as I come, and he simply holds me tight, his cock still inside of me. When I finally open my eyes, my breathing still hard but returning to normal, he finally slides out of me. I turn on the bed to face him and kiss him on the lips.

  “Now,” I whisper, gently smiling, “I want the X-rated version.” My smile turns into a grin, and the flicker in his eyes tells me that he doesn’t need any clarifications.

  “The lady asks, the lady gets,” he says, sitting up on the bed and then going on his knees. “Now come here.” I exchange one last glance with him and go on all fours right in front of me, wiggling my ass as he grabs me by the hips, pulling me into him.

  He takes one hand off of my waist, and I wince as I realize what he’s going to do. I purse my lips, hold my breath, and then I feel the palm of his hand landing heavily on my ass cheek. He does it over and over again, imprinting the mark of his fingers on my flesh, the sound of it echoing in the room.

  “Fuck me,” I moan, thrusting my ass back at him; this time he doesn’t make me beg. The moment the words leave my lips, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my inner lips. Then, a heartbeat after that, his cock is sheathed to the hilt inside of me. He drives it all the way in, his fingers hooked on my hips as he thrusts and holds his position.

  Slowly, he starts building up a rhythm, but he does it fast enough; in a matter of seconds the sound of his thighs slapping my ass fill the whole room and drown my brain in a symphony of lust.

  “Harder,” I tell him, the tone of my voice harsh and commanding, and he obliges happily; he rocks his body so hard against mine that if he wasn’t holding me by the hips I’d just fall forward. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and takes two fingers to my clit, pressing on it while he ravages my pussy.

  Fucking me while working my clit, he drives me to the edge of pleasure and then throws me off it. I go from my hands to my elbows, barely enough strength left in my arms to support myself. And still he keeps on thrusting, his movements vicious and wild, a sweet savagery to the way he moves and demolishes my pussy. I scream as an explosion goes off inside my body, one so violent that I dive head first into the mattress, the sheets muffling my scream of utter ecstasy.

  “More…” I say, turning my head to the side so that I can get the words out. My muscles are still twitching and burning, but I need more; I need him to fuck me until my conscious mind fades away entirely, and all that’s left of me is unbridled unconsciousness.

  “Gladly,” he groans, taking his cock out of my pussy. He places his hands on my ass cheeks and, spreading them wide, he then starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my crack. I grit my teeth as he presses his thickness against my asshole and I scream again as he starts sliding it in. He does it without no hesitation or gentleness; he just slides it in at a steady pace, his thick shaft pushing my inner walls back on its way in.

  “Fuck,” I groan, grabbing at the sheets and bunching them up with trembling fingers. He drives all of his inches into me, and then he starts pounding me furiously, my body rocking back and forth with each coming and going motion of his. Now that he’s in control of my mouth and pussy, it’s time he takes my ass as well. And that’s exactly what he does; he fucks me as if I exist just to please him and, right now, I’d say that’s the truth.

  “Don’t stop,” I tell him, this time wanting him to cum as well. I need to feel his warm juices on me, his cock gushing out that raging river over my body… God, I used to be such a sweet innocent girl, and now look at me: desperate to have Danny cum all over my naked body after fucking me in the ass.

  I love it.

  “All the way, Danny…” I moan. “I want you to… fuck me… all the way…” I continue, my eyes closed shut as pleasure tears my brain apart. My ass tightens up around his shaft like a vice as I come again, waves of merciless pleasure crashing against both my mind and body, but this time I feel his cock pulsing too.

  “I’m going to --” he starts, but he never gets to finish his sentence. He stops thrusting and, his cock buried deep inside my ass, he starts gushing out i
n a torrent. I feel his warm semen filling me up, and it only takes a few seconds for it to start dripping out of my ass. I crawl slightly forward, forcing his cock to pop out of my ass, and I feel thick strands of cum hitting me straight on the back.

  “Yes, do it…” I moan, turning around so that I’m lying flat on my back, my hands squeezing my breasts as he holds his cock in one hand and sprays his seed all over me. His head is thrown back, an expression of utter bliss on his face.

  When he opens his eyes to look at me, I can only imagine the glorious sight in front of me; I’m covered in cum, almost from head to toe. I feel it dripping out of my mouth and down my face, and both my tits are drenched in it, streams of semen making their way down the side of my body and staining the sheets underneath me.

  By the time he’s done, his cock no longer spraying me with cum, I’m almost drowning in it. I sit up on the bed and, without thinking, place both my hands on his face and pull him into me. Our lips touch and the world around us fades away into nothingness.

  Our tongues battle one another, dancing over the blanket of cum inside my mouth. But he wants more, and so he pulls back from our kiss and, using the tip of his tongue, traces a straight line toward my breasts. Scooping up all the cum he can find, he then returns to my mouth and we kiss again, gooey drops of semen glistening on our chins as we surrender to uncontrollable lust.

  “This is it,” he whispers suddenly, looking into my eyes with an expression far more powerful than a lustful one - an expression of love. “This is everything I want. Forget about the Super Bowl, as long as I’m with you I’m going to be the happiest man on Earth.”

  “I can say the same, you know?”

  With that, we hold each other and sit there, in silence. We’ve said everything we needed to, and now we only need our eyes to keep the conversation going.

  Danny Manning, my heart’s MVP.