by Lucy Snow
I pushed myself back against the hard muscles of his body, just barely covered by the trappings of modern society. Drake was a lion and I was his prey. I could feel his stiff erection push back against me. The stimulation was getting to be too much but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed more.
Without warning, I turned around so I could face him. Drake stayed silent, the look in his eyes betraying just how much passion and lust he felt for me in that moment. I pressed my lips to his, eager to feel him on me, to cover myself up in him, to wrap him around me. I wanted him to shelter me from all that was outside this room, keep me here as long as he could.
As we kissed I felt signal fires light all over my body. It was as though I was waking up for the first time. I wondered if he was surprised at how ardent my kisses were. Drake was used to being in charge, so I wondered how he felt about me pushing on to him like this.
We slowly stepped into the main area of the room, staying connected the entire time, and being just careful enough to keep from falling over. He sat on the ottoman in the living room area and I sat in his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck. He held me close with his arms, his hands sliding up and down my body as we kissed. One hand started to move up my dress and I moaned as he tickled my inner thigh on his way to my pussy.
His fingers lightly brushed against my panties barely covering my aching pussy. I closed my eyes and inched my lower body closer to his touch, wanting to feel Drake inside me. Just as he started to wrap his fingers around my panties and pull them out of the way, I stood up, smiling at him.
Drake stayed seated, smiling back, knowing what I was up to. I lifted my dress up and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. As much as I wanted him to see the sexy and lacy stuff I’d worn for him today, I had other ideas in mind at the moment.
Drake stood up and watched me as I stepped back and lowered my panties to the floor, slowly. My eyes never left his, my cheeky smile never faltered. I let the panties hit the floor and stepped out of them, still wearing my heels.
By now Drake had unzipped himself and I could see his cock for the first time in what felt like ages, long and hard. Drake pulled me forward and turned me around, bending me over as I came to a stop. I put my hands down on the ottoman we’d just been sitting on, and looked back at him expectantly. He took his time, putting a condom on as if I wasn’t even in the room.
I thought he’d take the opportunity to push his cock into me. “Please, Drake, I need it.” I even reached back to take ahold of his cock and guide him into me. Drake didn’t let me, though, pushing my hand away. He wrapped one huge hand around his shaft and started teasing my pussy lips with it.
It felt amazing, feeling my pussy coat his cock with the juices of my desire. I needed him inside me and I pushed my whole body back against him using the ottoman as leverage. Still, Drake resisted, but I felt his cock get closer and closer to my hole. I thought he would finally fuck me, and I moaned in anticipation, but he kept on tapping his cock against my pussy and moving back.
“Please, Drake, don’t do this to me.” I was getting desperate. “Please just fuck me. I need it.” I kept pushing myself back, closer to him, closer to the source of all my pleasure, and he kept holding back.
Then with a start, he pushed inside me. His cock, already covered in the evidence of how much I needed him, slid into me so easily that he didn’t even have to pull out and thrust again to go all the way in, and I could soon feel his balls touching my skin.
Drake reached up and put one of his hands around my waist. Lifting up my dress from the front, he started playing with my clit while he fucked me. His other hand was on hips, guiding my body as we moved back and forth, rhythmically slapping into each other.
I was so wet, he slid in and out with almost no friction, but I still gasped at how full I felt. I had completely forgotten how thick Drake’s cock was. His cock pushed in and pulled out of me, and with one hand on my clit and the other keeping me in place I was almost ready to cum already.
After a minute Drake slowed down, and I thought he wanted to change positions. I was happy to, but I loved being bent over and fucked like this. He didn’t change positions after all, though, just took his fingers off my clit and moved them upward, inside my dress till he reached my breasts, covered in my lacy bra.
I moaned as he played with my tits through my bra, squeezing them and tweaking my hard nipples. My breasts had always been so sensitive, as Drake was learning. We continued like that until I came for the first time, pushing back against him one last time as I moaned hard and loud, unashamed at the pleasure I was feeling, Drake’s cock deep inside me.
As I came, Drake kept pushing in and pulling out of me, each nipple tweak sending aftershocks up and down my body. I nearly went limp, but Drake’s powerful arms kept me up till most of my earth shattering orgasm had finished and I could stay up on my own power.
I sighed as he pulled his cock out of me, still hard. I stood up, slowly, turning around to face him, feeling empty now that Drake was no longer inside me, wanting him back in, but still luxuriating in the after pulses of my orgasm. He was wicked; we were so in tune that just regular sex with him felt incredible.
“You didn’t finish yet.” I wanted to make sure that he enjoyed it, got as much pleasure from fucking me as I got from it. His hands wrapped around me again, pulling me in close.
“Take off your dress, Lily.” His voice was low and rough, but had a musical quality to it that always made me quiver, even as far back as college.
I couldn’t keep myself from obeying him even if I wanted to, and I pulled back from his grip to start unzipping my dress, enjoying watching Drake’s eyes go wide at the sight of my deep blue lacy bra.
When I got the zipper down to the bottom, I stood before him motionless until Drake reached up and slid the dress off my shoulders. I felt the rush of cool air against my skin, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
“You too,” I breathed, wanting to see him out of those clothes as soon as possible. Any barrier between us was too much. He looked gorgeous in clothes, but we were better off when he was naked and fucking me again without delay.
“You’ll undress me when you’re finished, Lily.” I nodded, standing before Drake in just my bra and matching heels.
“That’s as much help as you’ll get from me,” he growled after unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. I laughed and came toward him, kissing him before starting on his shirt.
Drake didn’t make it easy. As soon as I got close to him his hands were all over me, feeling me up, squeezing my tits and ass, sticking a finger or two inside me. It was not easy to concentrate on getting him naked, but I persevered.
Within a minute he was completely naked, and I stood back to drink him in, reveling in his gorgeous male body.
“Make sure you thank your personal trainer for me,” I quipped, feeling his solid abs.
“I’ll be sure and do that when I get the chance,” Drake replied, before reaching up and unclasping my bra from the front. I wondered how he knew it opened from the front. I shrugged my way out of it. We stood before each other, naked. I felt odd with my heels on but no clothes, but it also felt super sexy too.
Before I had any idea what he was doing, Drake picked me up and threw me onto the bed, coming after me as soon as I landed. When I landed I moaned loudly from surprise and the pressure of hitting it at speed.
Drake was on top of me by the time my eyes opened back up, holding my arms above my head with one hand while he wrapped the other around one of my breasts. Using his tongue he lapped at the other one. I felt his huge cock poking around my pussy, and inhaled deeply as he pushed into me again, filling me up on the first stroke.
Having Drake’s cock back inside me was amazing. He stayed like that, moving his hips back and forth from side to side, making me groan with pleasure. I cried out when he softly bit my nipples.
Once I’d gotten used to having his length back inside me Drake started to thrust in and out, slowly
at first, but picking up speed. I didn’t even need to do anything except push back with my lower body as he moved in and out of me. I lay there with my eyes closed, feeling every sensation, only opening them to watch Drake fuck me.
I felt a second orgasm building up inside me and threatening to shatter me, just after I’d finished rebuilding myself from the first one. I wallowed in it, let it come, making no attempts to hide it.
“Fuck me, Drake, fuck me. I’m cumming again, oh,” was all I could say, and I wasn’t even sure if the words made sense by the time they left my lips. I was a mass of need and lust and sensation and sparks and when I came the second time, I was overwhelmed, arching my back and moaning like I was having a seizure.
Drake slowed down as I came down from the haze of my orgasm. Within a minute he was just lying there inside me, holding himself above me and kissing my breasts and neck. I finally came back to lucid consciousness.
Drake moved over to the side and I felt his cock leave me, but instead of feeling the loss of emptiness I felt him scoop me up in his arms and pull me close.
We lay there for a long time, without speaking, just feeling the rise and fall of each other’s chests, breathing and being one. Drake’s cock, still hard, pressed against me.
Almost without thinking about it, I started pushing myself back and forth against Drake, feeling his cock getting even harder as I moved.
As if reading my mind, he grunted and I felt his large hands gripping my waist. The next thing I knew I wasn’t on his side anymore; he’d rolled me on top of him. I spread my legs over his torso and sank down on to his cock.
I closed my eyes in bliss as my pussy got used to the deeper penetration this angle allowed us. I could feel my heavy breasts swinging in front his face, and every so often he’d raise his head up to suck on my nipples for a second, making me cry out softly each time. My hands moved to Drake’s chest for stability and I pressed down on his hard muscles, pushing my fingers into them as if to make myself believe they were really there.
When I opened my eyes I looked down on him watching me, his face placid yet intent. One of his hands was on my waist, guiding me as I raised and lowered myself onto his cock. With every press down he seemed to go deeper in to me, and each time I was moaning with pleasure. I tried to push down on him further each time, not satisfied with gravity alone. His other gripped my ass.
SMACK! The hand on my ass reached back and slapped me there. I gasped, not at all expecting that after how calm and regular our lovemaking had been just now. I smiled back at him; of course he knew I would let him do anything he wanted to me.
Drake grinned and I leaned over to let him play with my tits with his mouth, the heavy globes dangling tantalizingly in front of him. He smiled and started licking my nipples, switching between the two and moaning himself as I yelped in pleasure. His mouth was wonderful no matter where it landed on me. I couldn’t get enough of it.
I kept riding Drake like that, hunched over him to keep my breasts in his mouth, while he lifted me up and down on his cock, holding me above him every so often and not letting me lower myself further till I mewled in frustration.
“Lily,” he moaned, “oh Lily, you feel amazing.” My spirits soared, I loved hearing him talk like this. “I’m going to cum soon.”
“Mmm, yes, Drake, cum for me.” Just hearing me say that must have triggered something in him, because Drake came almost immediately, and I felt his cum filling the condom as his cock spasmed inside me. I went over the edge too, cumming for the third time in an hour.
I collapsed on top of him and felt his arms wrap around me. “Oh, Lily,” he whispered, “that was wonderful. You’re the best.”
We drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning and Drake was gone, as I expected. I spent a little extra time in bed lying there and daydreaming about having him back here with me, running my hands over his strong muscles, trying to keep him close to me, enveloping me.
It was a nice morning. I hummed around my room, thinking about Drake. What I had thought originally to be a fling at training camp was starting to look like a lot more to me. Not only was I thinking about Drake’s body, but also how much I enjoyed being around him when we actually had clothes on.
It was…overwhelming, to say the least.
When I got to practice, though, things seemed a bit different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first, but something was…off.
The weather was fine, it was sunny and warm as expected. The players were all accounted for, no one missing. None of those were the problem.
Yet it felt like there was a buzz around the complex, like something had changed. I tried to get a sense from talking to random people about it, but everyone just blanched and stepped away from me when it came up.
What was going on?
My heart sank. Did someone see Drake sneaking out of my room this morning? Shit, was that it? If that’s what had happened, I was fucked.
This would become a huge scandal and there was no way I would keep my job. Drake might get off with just a light reprimand, but as a journalist there was no way I should ever have gotten involved with the player I was covering.
Shit. What would my dad think?!
I needed to get to the bottom of this, but I couldn’t exactly disrupt practice and wave all the players down, and ask them what was going on. Nah, I had to find an inside source.
I found a staff member who I had talked to a couple times on background for the daily Drake Rollins stories and point blanked asked her what was going on, why was the facility buzzing like this?
“You mean you haven’t heard the rumor?”
“No,” I said, playing dumb for real, because for real I had no idea what was going on. “I haven’t heard the rumor, what is it?”
She stepped in close. “There’s a rumor going on that you slept with-“
OH SHIT.
“-Bill Thompson, to get your current job.”
Wait. WHAT?
I could feel the blood rushing through my ears, and it was tough to hear anything else around me for a few seconds.
“With Bill Thompson? Ew.”
“That’s what I thought when I heard it, but I couldn’t say that loud enough for some of these jackals. It’s not true, is it?”
“Of course not, never in a million years. I’d like to think if I was going to sleep my way into a job I’d have better taste, damn.”
“That’s what I thought!”
I thanked her and walked away. Shit, what was I going to do?
Then it hit me. I knew where this rumor came from.
It came from Annie Fucking Ross. It must have. This was exactly the kind of low down bull shit that Annie Ross would pull in order to get ahead.
Which was almost laughable because why would a nationally recognized TV reporter for ESPN need to tear down a lowly junior sports reporter from the Boston Globe? Talk about petty.
I remembered former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright’s words, that ‘there was a special place in hell for women who tore down other women,’ or words to that effect, and I tried to let the frustration and pain of Annie’s rumor wash over me and through me, knowing karma would have something to say about that in the long run.
It wasn’t easy, by any stretch.
I went back to practice and watched, holding my head up high and taking notes like I belonged there, because fuck it, I really fucking belonged there. I had earned this position and I was going to do it to the best of my abilities until the Boston Globe told me my services were no longer necessary, and if Annie Fucking Ross wanted to get in my way, then so be it.
I heard whispers all throughout practice and heard voices behind me, turned up in my direction. Ugh, this place really was just like high school. On the one hand I wanted to run away and hide, and on the other hand, I knew I had to stand there and pull up my big girl pants and just take it, because rumors like these could not bring me down.
If I had had a third hand with which
to do things I would have walked right up to Annie Ross and slapped that smug smile off her face. I just knew it was her. Mainly because I remembered something else. At that summer journalism program at Johns Hopkins University two summers ago, it was Annie Ross who had slept with a professor in order to boost her grades.
I had remembered her boasting about it, but back then I didn’t have the courage to say anything to anyone about it, and I had let the matter drop. Somehow now I wish I hadn’t done so.
She would get what was coming to her, though, I knew that. That knowledge kept me standing there on the sidelines while everyone talked. I wanted to be anywhere else, but this was my job, and I had to watch practice, take notes for my daily column, and interview Drake when practice was done.
After the coaches let everyone out and the players dispersed, taking off their pads and walking back to the locker room to shower and go home, or stayed on and stretched out or played a little catch between friends, Drake jogged over to me.
He was covered in sweat, but the glint in his eyes and the smile on his face that normally came when he was done with practice was nowhere to be found.
“Everyone’s talking,” he said before I even had a chance to open my mouth.
“So I’ve heard.” I was surprised at how tired I sounded, given that Drake was the one who had just run around on a field in full pads for 2 hours.
“Is it true?”
My jaw nearly hit the ground. I actually reached up and checked to make sure it was still attached.
“Did you really sleep with Bill Thompson to get this job?” His voice was laced with disappointment.
Holy shit, Drake believed the rumor. He actually believed I had slept with someone to get this job instead of earning it the right way, with hard work and skillful writing craft honed over years of practice.
I could stand it from the rest of the staff, even the rest of the players, even if the rumor was totally false. I wasn’t here to cover them yet, I was here to focus on Drake Rollins.
