Offense & Defense: A MMF Sports Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I lay there in bed, my muscles twisting and body shaking, as he pulls his fingers out and just licks me caringly, each kiss of his sending a tortuous wave of pleasure up my spine.

  “That…” I pant, not knowing which words I should use, but settling for the truth. “That was amazing…”

  He looks at me from between my legs, that devious grin of his lightening his face. “I know,” he simply tells me, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well, I have to give him that; it’s damn obvious that he knows exactly what he’s doing. But I’m not exactly hopeless. I might not be as experienced as him, but I have enough trust in myself to know that I can pleasure him as well.

  “Come here…” I say, grabbing at his hand and pulling him to me. He comes willingly, his cock standing between his legs like a monument to everything manly. Still on my back, I raise my head and grab his cock as he kneels next to me. I part my lips and, resting them over his cock, begin sucking with care. God, he tastes heavenly. I’ve never been a fan of blowjobs, but now I realize that’s just because I had never tasted a cock like Cody’s.

  Opening my mouth, I let him slide in and roll over my tongue, his shaft going down easily. I struggle to fit him all inside but I push forward, savoring each inch he conquers in my mouth. I bob my head back and forth, his cock going in and out of my mouth in a flowing motion as he places both hands on my head, gently guiding me.

  His breathing grows ragged, and his fingers start grabbing at my hair. I wonder if he’s going to come in my mouth, his seed spilling all over my tongue and dripping down my chin. I double my efforts knowing that yes, I want that. Yet, as I feel him tensing up, he pushes me back gently, his cock popping out of my lips with a wet sound. He grins at me, mischievousness all over his face.

  “Not yet,” he simply says. Then, grabbing my hips, he makes me roll on the mattress and pulls me into him. I’m on all fours, my ass sticking up in his direction as he positions himself before me.

  I have no time to breath in as, grabbing me hard by the hips, he pushes himself inside me. His cock parts my lips in an instant, sliding deep down in a fraction of a second. I grit my teeth, a moan fighting its way out of my mouth. He goes back slowly and then thrusts deep one more time. He does it once again, this time faster, and repeats his movements until he’s coming in and out of me at a frantic and vicious pace. The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass fill the whole room, and I can feel my ass cheeks bouncing as our bodies rock against each other.

  I go down to my elbows, but the pleasure running through me is so intense that it robs my limbs of all their strength. I collapse, my face against the mattress and the sheets as he holds my ass up, ravaging my pussy with his coming and going motion. I grab at the sheets hard as a steady pressure mounts on me, the tip of his cock brushing against that sweet spot inside of me, almost making me hallucinate. That pressure fills my body like concrete, and there’s no way out but to scream as ecstasy explodes inside my head. I flail my arms, probably looking like someone whose brain has been unplugged from its body. I don’t care; this delicious delight is the sole focus of my whole world right now.

  I’m spent and I don’t know if I can hold on anymore. Yet, the words tumble out of me before I can stop myself. “More! I want more!” I half-scream against the sheets.

  He grants me my wish, his grip on my thighs tightening as he pulls me into him, his thick cock furiously pounding my pussy until there’s nothing there but numbness. But even that numbness feels perfect, as if it’s nothing but the afterglow of pure joy and ecstasy. Of course, to call it an afterglow is nothing but a lie, since Cody’s still isn’t done with me.

  He keeps ramming me hard until I can feel beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, making my eyes water. Not even when my moaning turns into full blown screaming does he stop; he only goes at it harder and harder. I can feel a tidal wave looming in the horizon, but there’s no strength left in my body. My knees feel wobbly and I can’t even feel my legs, so I collapse to the mattress, Cody’s body following and his cock refusing to stop. With him on top of me, my body imprisoned between the mattress and him, I bite the sheets and let out a scream that lashes out from the back of my throat as a devastating orgasm hits me with the force of an imploding star.

  “Oh… my… God…” I let out between breaths as he rolls over to the side.

  “God has nothing to do with it,” he whispers into my ear. “It’s all me.”

  I giggle at that, my voice sounding like one from a little girl. Not all you, Cody, I think, there’s also me.

  With that, I gather whatever energy I still have and make a herculean effort to lift my body up. He raises an eyebrow at me, but I don’t give him any time to say a thing; in an instant I’m on top, straddling him, my knees on the side of each of his thighs. I grab his cock by the root and guide it to my pussy, easing myself down. I gasp as I felt his thickness inside me once more, knowing that I’ll never get tired of this feeling, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size.

  I sway my hips over him, slowly at first, but then pick up the pace. Both my hands are on his chest, my breasts bouncing over his face as I move. He lifts his head, taking one nipple inside his mouth and sucking on it as I arch my back in rapture.

  “Do you like it…?” I ask, panting. I know he’s enjoying it, judging by his harsh breathing and the look on his face, but I want to hear him say it.

  “No… I don’t like it. I fucking love it,” he growls, grabbing my ass with both hands and pushing me down his cock as he rams it in as deeply as he can. I bite my lip so harshly I’m afraid I’ll draw blood but, even if that happens, I don’t care. Soon, I’m jumping on his cock as fast as is possible, loving how his fingers feel against the smooth skin of my ass.

  Sweat is running down my body as if I’m running a marathon and, by God, it feels amazing. It’s dirty and messy, and simply perfect. I take one hand to my pussy and start rubbing my clit as I keep moving, an electric frenzy taking control of me. I climax like that, my fingers moving furiously over my clit as his cock destroys me.

  I know I can’t stop, though. If I did, there’d be no way I’d do anything short of falling unconscious. I slide his cock out of me and, still on top of him, turn over his body, straddling him in reverse. I immediately love that position, knowing that he can be looking at my ass as I drive him to ecstasy. I ease down on him once more, my now too sensitive pussy wrapping its lips around his shaft, and I start rocking my body in that tidal motion until all semblance of rationality becomes nothing more than an insignificant speck.

  I go as hard as I can, and time becomes distorted and meaningless. I don’t know how much time I spend like that, fucking him as he smacks and grabs at my ass, and it doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that I can feel the anxious throb of his cock inside me, his fingers running all over my back and ass as if he doesn’t know what he wants to feel more. Then, when he grabs my ass cheeks with an animal ferocity, I know that’s it; Cody’s close. Like the good girl I am, I redouble my efforts and start jumping on his cock as viciously as I can. I only stop when he hooks his fingers on my thighs and holds me down, thrusting his hips upward and cumming inside my ravaged pussy.

  The moment I feel his cock jerking wildly inside me, I come as if tomorrow will never arrive. I scream and, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s holding me down, I’m certain my body would be convulsing as if I was possessed. I moan harshly, feeling his orgasm as his warm seed fills me up completely. I’m completely ecstatic.

  I stay in place until his cock stops twitching inside of me, all that cum filling up my pussy in an endless torrent. Feeling dirty and indecent, I roll to the side with the most pleasant smile I have ever had dancing on my lips, my eyes still closed.

  I want to hold him close, gently kiss his lips again and tell him how perfect this moment was…

  But, before I can do it, I drift off into a deep and exhausted sleep.

  79

  Kim

  I open my eyes, g
roaning from how sore my body is. Was I run over by a train or something last night? The memories of what really happened flood me in one simple instant, just as I realize that I’m not in my bedroom, and that the sheets over my naked body aren’t mine.

  I slept in Cody’s bed.

  “Oh, God,” I whisper, sitting up and covering my breasts by instinct. I look to the side, but Cody’s nowhere to be found; there’s just the sweet scent of his body lingering in the sheets. The door is slightly ajar and, from downstairs, comes the sound of iron weight plates clanking. He’s at the gym downstairs, it seems.

  That’s good, I can sneak back out to my room and… Oh, what am I saying? There’s no way sneaking out will help. We can’t undo what we did last night, and I sure as hell can’t wipe it off my mind.

  It was amazing, better than anything I could imagine. The taste of his lips, the way his naked body moved. And his cock… Oh, God, his cock. I've never seen something quite like it. No wonder Cody has such a reputation back in Manhattan. Women must be piling up at his doorstep right now, anxious to have a chance with him and see for themselves if the rumors are real.

  Wrapping the sheets around my body like a towel, I pick my clothes up from the floor and then tip toe my way out of Cody’s bedroom, going straight into my own. There, I close the door behind me and just close my eyes, taking a deep breath as what happened last night replays inside my head like some high-end porn movie.

  That horrendous date with John, the way Cody showed up at the last minute and saved me… And the amazing sex. When I complained that I needed to get laid, I never thought that I’d end up having the best sex of my entire life.

  By the time I rummage through my drawers, looking for something to wear, there’s a wide smile on my face. Yup, that’s right, I got laid and it was amazing.

  Stepbrother, that word crosses my head like an arrow, echoing and echoing until my smile starts to fade. Cody is my stepbrother—and we fucked. That shouldn’t have happened. But no, I had to let desire take the wheel and now here I am: too afraid to leave the room and face him.

  What will I tell him? I don’t think I can even look into his eyes after last night. Oh, God, this was a mistake, wasn’t it…? An amazing mistake, sure, but a mistake nonetheless. What are we going to do now?

  Nothing, we’re going to do nothing.

  Because, really, is there anything we can even do? I’m his stepsister, and nothing in the world will change that. Besides, that’s not the only problem. I mean, just look at us. I’m just a few bad days away from turning into a full-fledged workaholic, and Cody seems content enough to burn away all the money he earned back when he used to pretend to be a respectable member of society.

  You couldn’t pick two people more different than us.

  Feeling a headache starting to grow around the edges of my mind, I put on some clothes—just a pair of shorts and a red blouse—and then take a deep breath. I can’t postpone this: we’ll have to face each other, and better sooner than later.

  Looking into the mirror, I straighten up my hair and take another deep breath as I try to choke the anxiety in my body. Okay, be brave, Kim; you can do this.

  I turn on my heels and step out of the room, making my way down the stairs. The sound of the weight plates becomes louder as I turn to my right and head down the corridor.

  I can see Cody behind the glass windows of the small gym his father installed here. He’s wearing basketball shorts, but he’s shirtless. Lying down on the bench, he’s slowly lifting up a barbell with countless plates stacked on it. Seriously, I didn’t even know we had so many of these plates in the gym.

  My heart begins picking up a nervous rhythm as I walk toward the gym’s glass door, my eyes wandering over Cody’s naked chest. His pectorals are bulging from the effort, and his abs look as if they are about to pop; his skin is glistening from the sweat, and his hair is plastered to his forehead.

  “Ugh,” he groans as he puts the barbell down on its support, and then sits up on the bench. Grabbing the small towel by his side, he uses it to wipe his forehead, and only then does he realize that I’m standing outside the door, looking at him.

  Okay, let’s do this.

  I push the door open and step inside the gym. Cody grins and stands up, walking toward me. My heart shrinks inside my chest as I watch his glistening muscles coming in my direction, and I take a step back by instinct. I have to be rational right now... and keep my mind out of the gutter.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, arching one eyebrow. He keeps walking toward me and I just take another step, my back then hitting the glass wall.

  “Cody…” I start, the words feeling like a confusion of knots in my throat. “Everything’s wrong.” He stares at me in silence, and his grins starts fading away. He knows what’s coming; he knows what I’m feeling right now, and whatever I tell him won’t be a surprise.

  “Kim, we’re just step--” he starts, lowering his voice, but I stop him before he continues. I don’t want to let him speak; he might just change my mind, and I can’t allow that to happen.

  “No, Cody. Whatever happened last time… It can’t happen again. It won’t happen again,” I whisper, each of my words feeling like a needle going over my tongue. I hate what I’m saying right now, but there’s no other way around this. Someone has to do the right thing. “It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have kissed you. I shouldn’t have gone up to your room.”

  “No, Kim, you--”

  “Stop, please. Don’t make this any harder than it already is,” I whisper. I don’t want to do this, but someone has to be the responsible one.

  “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, lowering his gaze. Then, sighing heavily, he gazes at me with a resigned look on his face. “Fuck, I guess you’re right.”

  “I’m right, Cody,” I tell him, wishing that I was wrong. Returning his gaze, I manage to smile faintly at him and then, without another word, I turn on my heels and leave him alone in the gym.

  I just know that if I kept looking into his eyes that I’d succumb. And that won’t happen ever again.

  I promise.

  80

  Cody

  “And here’s your whisky, sir. Neat, as you asked,” the bartender tells me as he pushes the glass across the counter. I nod, thanking him, and take the glass into my hand, swirling the amber liquid as I scan the room with my eyes.

  Everyone’s happy chattering and mingling, and I’m just here in a foul mood, nursing a fuckin’ whisky. Kim’s on the other side of the room, merrily chatting with Alicia, and some other friends of hers.

  What the hell am I even doing here? A fucking engagement party! First, I agree with Kim, nothing can happen between us ever again. And then I agree to accompany her to her friend’s engagement party. Please, check me into an asylum; I must be losing my fucking mind. What next? A baby shower?

  I mean, my reputation is at stake here. Just imagine if anyone I know saw me here. Cody, the incorrigible ladies man, is hanging with his stepsister as if he’s in a relationship, and he’s not even fucking her. Yeah, this is not like me at all.

  But, fuck it; I had to come. I heard her talk on the phone with a friend of hers, complaining that she’d have to come to Alicia’s party by herself… And then she asked me to come. What could I say to that? I couldn’t exactly tell her to fuck off. I’m an asshole, sure, but I’m not a fucking bastard.

  Anyway, not everything is bad. At least there’s free booze. And Alicia’s fiancé is this billionaire, a guy with a reputation of his own, so that means that the booze is top shelf. A $10,000 bottle of whisky for free? Well, that kinda helps make peace with this situation.

  Besides, Kim’s friends are hot. Most of them are taken, yeah, but there are a few single ones parading around, and let me tell you… They sure sound like a good way for me to put this situation with Kim behind me.

  I mean, it’s not like I want to do it. As far as I’m concerned, I want nothing more than to head home and rip the dress Kim is wearing right now
off of her body. Fuck, just thinking of that is enough to send boiling blood down between my thighs. I gotta stop these thoughts or else I’ll be walking around with a fucking boner. And, to be honest, I really don’t want to look like a giant tool (yeah, pun intended) around the people in here.

  My family is pretty well off, but the guys inside this room are on a whole different level. Their net worth combined is probably enough to bribe God and lease Heaven for a few weeks.

  There’s Alicia’s fiancé, Derek, but there’s also Derek Lowell, the owner of a media conglomerate. There’s also that guy from St. Albans, the one that drove the newspapers crazy a few months ago with his crazy antics. Even the most regular guy, a professor, comes from a wealthy family.

  And they’re lucky, not because of the money they have, but because of their choice in women. None of them chose to go for his stepsister. Of course, I always liked being crazy enough to go after trouble, except this time I decided to jump head first into an unsolvable situation.

  Fuck, I need to get Kim out of my mind. I think the best thing I can do is go for one of the hot girls in here, turn my charm up, and then proceed to fuck her brains out somewhere far away from prying eyes. What? You heard Kim; nothing is ever going to happen between us ever again.

  Feeling pretty good about my plan, I scan the room once more and immediately find what I’m looking for: a blonde around the same age as Kim, legs that seem to go on forever, and a pair of lips that might just look perfect when wrapped around my cock.

  She notices me looking at her and saunters over to me. As she leans against the counter, I tell the bartender to hand me a martini. When he finally serves it, I push the small glass into her petite hands, careful enough to brush my fingers against hers, and then flash her my best panty-dropper smile. What? I’m not doing it on purpose. This shit comes naturally to me.