In the End Zone: A Sports Romance (6 page)

Chapter Eleven

Morgan laid back on her soft satin bedspread and Brent settled
at her side, propped up on his elbow. He kissed her mouth hard and hot as his
hands began roaming over her body. Morgan felt strange, still clad in underwear
as her naked boyfriend curled up at her side, but all she knew was arousal.

"Take me," she whispered to Brent when their lips
parted, "Take me now! I can't stand it any longer!"

But Brent only grinned deviously. "No, not yet my darling.
I am going to enjoy every inch of your body first." He kissed his way down
her chest to her breasts, still hidden behind layers of black lace. "I'm
going to make you scream before my cock has its way with you."

Morgan moaned, unable to take his words as his thick meat
pressed itself against her belly. Brent started grinding himself against
Morgan, letting her know exactly how much he wanted her. Morgan pressed up
against him wanting him to know just how badly she wanted him to.

Brent's hands begin moving over Morgan's hot flushed skin. He
traveled up her flat belly, feeling her soft skin against his roughened palms.
Morgan trembled under him, barely able to contain her desires. Brent finally
made his way to Morgan's black lacy bra. Hidden underneath were her swollen,
aching breasts, just waiting for his touches. Brent grabbed at them roughly,
squeezing the mound and making Morgan cry out with pleasure.

The running back glared down at Morgan with an intensity that
sent a shiver through her body. He grinned down at her and said, "I hope
you were not too fond of this bra." And with that, he grabbed the cups
with his strong hands and ripped them clean off of her body.

Morgan cried out as the fabric was torn from her and tossed away
like a tissue. Her beautiful breasts bounced out into the warm air of the
bedroom. Her nipples, stiff little peaks of soft magenta chiffon, drew Brent's
attention. He dove for them, holding them both firmly with his fingertips as
his tongue traced its way around her breast.

"Oh, Brent! Fuck!" Morgan cried out as he pinched her
sensitive buds gently.

Brent just chuckled to himself as his mouth made its way to the
nipples, and Morgan began to tremble with anticipation. Her boyfriend positioned
himself over the little bud, which seemed to throb with the wait. He let his
lips gently rub over the nipple, then his tongue licked it, feeling like a
feather. Morgan shuddered and groaned deeply as Brent's warm, wet mouth took
her over. He licked and he sucked, and all the while his hands roamed over her
body.

Morgan realized that Brent's strong hands had found her panties,
and when she felt him pull, she braced. Just as before, Brent ripped the fabric
away from her body as though it was nothing but paper, exposing her womanhood
to the air and light.

"I'm not going to have any clothes left," Morgan said
jokingly as Brent slid his naked body in between her legs.

"You're too beautiful for clothes," Brent replied.

Brent began kissing his way from Morgan's breasts all the way
down her body. He licked her belly button and traced the little divots that her
hips made in her side. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up to him, and before
she knew what was happening, Brent's warm, hungry mouth was on her dripping and
swollen pussy. He
lapped
her up, licking and sucking
at all of her tender folds. Morgan was helpless against his strong grasp and
she just spread her legs wider for him.

Every movement of Brent's expert mouth brought Morgan closer to
the ecstasy that she was craving. Her whole body had been tied up in knots,
pulled taunt out of the primal need to release, and no matter how she had
tried, she had not been able to achieve it herself. But now, Brent, with his
face buried deep between her legs, seemed determined to get her there.

His tongue moved over her pleasure button, but all the while his
hands snaked up from her ass. Morgan cried out with intense pleasure as one of
Brent's thick, rough fingers pushed its way deep inside of her, splitting her
in two. She could almost feel the smile that must be on Brent's face, and soon
a second, thick finger joined the first one. They moved in and out of Morgan
together, pulling her orgasm from her, calling for it.

Soon, Morgan's body felt ready to burst. Her tension, her knots,
the pulling, aching feelings were all too much. She screamed and writhed with
pleasure as Brent Larson held her up with his strong arms, eating away at her
swollen red pussy and fingering her expertly.

And without warning, Morgan's orgasm washed over her body with
an intensity that she had never known. Her whole body seemed to shake within
Brent's grasp, but he held on tightly to her as her body throbbed and rocked.
Morgan's fingers gripped his shaggy brown hair, pulling it as the release took
her over. She could not control the screams and moans that came from her, and
soon Morgan was panting heavy and hard, spent.

Morgan's eyes fluttered as she tried to force her eyes to focus
once the orgasmic waves subsided within her. Her whole body was flushed,
glistening with the slightest hint of sweat, and heavy. Her arms dropped to the
bed at her sides and Brent gently lowered her hips back down to the comforter.

Brent grinned down at his girlfriend, whose head rolled from
side to side, and he said, "Good, baby?"

But Morgan could only moan gently in reply. She looked at Brent,
who looked so incredibly beautiful in the candlelight, and seeing him crouched
over her, still aroused, made her strength return with vigor. She rose up from
the bed and one of her heavy hands came up to meet Brent's face.

"I'm fantastic," she murmured as her lips met Brent's.
She could taste herself and him mixing together in the most delicious of brews,
and it was sweet.

Morgan pushed Brent to the bed on his back and she slowly
climbed on top of his muscular body. Morgan looked down at him and she was at a
loss for words at the beauty of his body. Brent's skin shown in the candle
light, and each one of his well-trained, thick muscles moved on its own under
his skin, rippling and tightening as it went. Morgan's fingers traced their way
up and down Brent's body, feeling every valley and ridge.

She moved her way down until she came to the end of his happy
trail. There, lying in wait, was his hard, hot cock, ready for touches. Morgan
wrapped her hand around the beast, and when she took in the full size of his
girth, her heart fluttered nervously. Could she even take a man so large?

That first touch made Brent inhale sharply and all of his
muscles seemed to tense. Morgan paid no mind, though. She simply stroked him
with her small, soft hands, running up and down his length and letting her
fingertips dip into the sweet dew that collected at the tip. Brent's groans
egged her on, and soon, her mouth was dipping down to taste his meat.

Morgan's lips pursed over the head of Brent's cock and a stifled
moan broke free from behind Brent's closed lips. Morgan kissed him, then her
tongue traced trails up and down him. All the while, the large football player
laid there, stiff, unable to move.

Soon Morgan's whole mouth was on him, moving up and down as her
long, wet tongue was wrapped around him. Her whole body moved as she sucked
him, and soon Brent's hands, still smelling of Morgan's wetness, grabbed hold
of her long hair, clenching it in fists. He pushed down on her, making her
mouth fill with his stiff cock. She felt it hit the back of her throat, and her
ears were filled with Brent's groans.

A tug on her hair made Morgan pull away, and she gasped for air
as Brent's huge cock fell from her mouth. Morgan looked up at her boyfriend
with wide eyes, but he only laughed and said, "I don't want to cum yet,
baby."

Brent's strong hands grabbed hold of Morgan's waist and lifted
her as though she were a feather. He picked her up and gently tossed her onto
her back on the bed, then he climbed on top. Morgan's legs spread wide for him
and Brent moved his hulking body between them. Just the weight of Brent on top
of Morgan brought her close to orgasm again.

When Morgan felt the head of Brent's throbbing cock against her
soaking wet entrance, fear seized her. He's too big, she thought wildly to
herself, He will never fit!

Brent seemed to sense Morgan's hesitation. His mouth moved to
hers and he kissed her gently. "Are you ready?" he whispered to her,
his words coming out ragged. Morgan looked up at him and it seemed that it was
taking all of his control to stop from piercing her right then and there.

Morgan's eyes fluttered as she looked up to his. His blue eyes,
so beautiful in the candle lit room, met hers, and Morgan nodded ever so
slightly. She swallowed hard, pushing that nagging little fear deep inside of
her. She wanted him, and she was going to take him.

Brent's cock began slowly pushing its way deep into Morgan's hot
and wet pussy, stretching her walls to their breaking points. Morgan groaned as
the pleasure took her over. It was pleasure like she had never known before.
Never before in her life had she had a man of such girth. But now, she had one,
and he was determined to fill her pussy up with as much cock as she could
stand.

Morgan's wet place stretched taunt as the last inches of Brent's
cock entered her. She gripped his shoulders, leaving little half-moons
imprinted into his skin from her long nails. Her eyes fluttered and she looked
up at Brent from behind her long lashes. His face was contorted beautifully
into a look of full, unbridled pleasure. Morgan had never seen anything like
it, and she suddenly vowed to see it as much as possible.

Brent began to move over Morgan, thrusting in and out in a slow
and steady rhythm. Morgan bucked against him, moving in time with the beat that
the lovers shared. It was their own song, one that their bodies conducted.
Morgan held on for dear life, kissing every inch of Brent that she could reach.
He moved over her and her lips found his upper arms with muscles bulging. She
later found his shoulder and quickly learned that the skin was softer than she
imagined. Not everything about Brent was hard and rough.

Together they moved in time, as though they had been making love
for years. Brent knew exactly the ways to move to bring the most pleasure from
within Morgan, and it was soon building to a breaking point. She was going to
cum, and quickly.

Morgan could barely contain her moans of pleasure as Brent
rubbed them from her. She wanted to cum on him, to grip his cock with her
velvet walls. More than anything, Morgan wanted to bring Brent the most
pleasure that she could. She could not wait to see him cum.

"I love you, Brent," Morgan moaned, her hands moving
up from his arms to grab fistfuls of his shaggy brown hair.

"I love you, Morgan," Brent said as his head dropped
against her shoulder.

Morgan could not stop the pleasure cries from her. She knew what
was coming, and she was quickly losing control over herself. "I'm going to
cum. I'm going to cum!" she cried out, panting heavily.

Not another word was said before Morgan's orgasm exploded. It
was harder and heavier than anything she had ever enjoyed before. Her vision
faded slightly as the pleasure rode over her, the release taking its hold on
her before relaxing its grasp. And all the while, she could feel Brent's cock
inside of her, being gripped hard by her throbbing walls.

"Oh fuck," Brent said desperately over top of her. He
raised up from her shoulder and Morgan saw his teeth gritted in a desperate
attempt not to spill himself in her that very second.

Morgan's whole body seemed to collapse as the last of her orgasm
faded from her body. Her arms fell above her head and her thighs, which had
been gripped around Brent's waist, fell open and limp. She was spent. Her
breath came heavy and fast and she struggled to regain control over it.

Above her, Brent could not contain himself any longer. He sat up
over Morgan and pulled his cock from within her. His manhood throbbed and began
sputtering white hot seed all over Morgan's flat belly. But her eyes were on
Brent's handsome face. In the flickering candlelight, Morgan saw Brent's
features contort as his own orgasm spilled all over her.

And then, he too was spent.

Brent collapsed onto his stomach beside Morgan and he groaned
deeply into the comforter where they both laid. Morgan's hands groped for the
bedside table, and soon she was fishing tissues from within a drawer to clean
herself up. Then she rolled over and pressed her naked body against Brent's.
She found his skin to be wet from sweat and smelling of sex.

He turned his head over and peeked at Morgan. "You
okay?" he asked breathlessly.

Morgan smiled and leaned down to kiss Brent's temple. She then
brushed a tendril of shaggy brown hair from his forehead. "I'm always
okay," she said softly, curling her naked body against his, "Because
you love me."

Chapter Twelve

Waking up next to someone was a
new experience for Morgan. She had never done it before, not even with her
boyfriend from college, but she quickly found that she looked forward to nights
and mornings with Brent more than anything else during the week. She quickly
learned that she slept better when she was curled up next to him, naked under
the covers and wrapped up in his strong, heavy arms.

The worst times, though, were
the away games. Morgan dreaded them more than anything. Her and Brent would
have to say private goodbyes hours before he ever climbed on to a plane, for
they both agreed that keeping their relationship secret was the best for
Morgan's career at the time. She only had a few more weeks until her internship
ran out and her full-time job began. After that, they planned on going public
with their romance.

The more that Morgan and Brent
were together, the more that Brent grew at ease with being monogamous with
someone. "Monogamy used to mean that I slept with the girl more than
once," he admitted to Morgan once over spaghetti and wine at his
apartment. He had smiled at her and said, "I think I like this so much
better."

Morgan remembered that day sadly
when she came home from work, knowing that Brent was a long plane ride away
from her, suiting up for a game. Her apartment was always a bit emptier when
Brent was out of the state. But I guess that's what I get for dating a football
player, Morgan thought as she settled in for a night of television and a
tv
dinner.

A buzz from her computer told
her that she had a message and she jumped. She could only be getting a message
from one person...

93tobe: You up,
baby?

Morgan's heart jumped. It was
Brent, the one, and only, person that she wanted to speak to.

MorganMac
:
Yeah. Just got in from work.

93tobe: Poor
baby, having to work late.

MorganMac
:
Meh. I'd rather work late while you are gone and get off on time when you are
here.

93tobe: *wink*
true.

MorganMac
:
You excited for the game tomorrow?

93tobe: Nah.
I'm more excited to get home.

MorganMac
:
Want to video chat?

93tobe: k

Morgan switched over to the
video chat, and within minutes, Brent Larson was on her screen. He was laying
on his belly on a hotel bed, dressed in pajama pants and a white tank top.
Morgan could not stop the grin from forming on her face when she laid eyes on
him.

"Hey," Brent said, his
voice static and breaking up, "I can't talk long. I'm bunking with Sam and
he should be back any minute."

"Oh, okay," Morgan
said, sitting forward. "I just wanted to see you a bit."

"It's okay. I'm glad I get
to see you, too," Brent said with a smile.

They talked for a few minutes
about their days, then Brent winked and said, "You know, while I have you,
you should give me a little tease of what I'm going to get when I get
home."

"Brent!" Morgan
gasped, feigning that she felt scandalized.

"Aww," Brent said,
laying his head to the side on the bed.

"You'll be home tomorrow
night!"

"I know. I just forget what
you look like." Brent loved to tease his girlfriend.

Morgan rolled her eyes, but as
she considered the idea, it did sound hot. Really hot, actually.
"Fine," she said with a hard sigh, but she instantly grinned, letting
Brent know how into the idea she really was.

She stood in front of her
computer and turned, humming a stripper-
esque
tune as
she did. "Yeah," Brent said, his eyes glued to Morgan's form on his
screen. "Nice."

Morgan could feel herself
getting a little turned on as she leaned into her webcam, pushing her tits
together. Her fingers found the hem of her shirt, and she pulled the blouse up
and away from her body. She was wearing a hot pink bra with little black hearts
on it. It was one of Brent's favorites. He loved to bite at the hearts before
pulling her tits out to graze on them.

"Oh yeah, baby," Brent
said, "I can't believe that you are wearing that one without me
there!"

Morgan giggled and replied,
"Just imagine what you would be doing to me."

"I'd be clawing at that
bra, trying to get at those gorgeous tits," Brent said. His words made
Morgan squirm as her heat and wetness began gathering between her thighs.
"Let me see '
em
, baby."

Needing no coaxing, Morgan
twisted the clasp between her breasts and pulled the bra clean away from her
body. Brent groaned and grinned as Morgan's tits appeared, her nipples looking
like hard candy to suck on. Morgan leaned forward and pushed them together, all
for Brent's amusement. The look on Brent's face told Morgan that his cock was
raging hard and he wanted her more than anything.

"What are you looking
at?"

A familiar voice made Morgan's
blood run cold, and soon the dark, handsome face of Sam Smythe, the quarterback
for the Caimans, was staring at Morgan on her computer screen. His face went
from wide grin to shock.

"Morgan?" Smythe
asked, unable to believe that he was looking at the marketing intern topless on
Larson's screen.

"Oh god," Morgan said
in a low voice as she felt all of the blood run from her face.

Brent's hands shot up to cover
the screen and Sam stared at his friend and teammate. "Is that Morgan
McMinn, the nice girl from Marketing?" Sam asked, staring down at Brent.

"It's not what you
think," Brent said, sitting up on the bed, trying to hide his throbbing
erection.

Morgan dove to the floor and
grabbed her shirt. She desperately tried to cover herself, but it was obvious
to her that Sam had seen everything. Horrible tears welled up in Morgan's eyes
as she realized that this may be the moment that gets her fired. What if Sam
told someone what he saw and it got back to Dryer? She would be out the door so
fast that she wouldn't even see it coming.

"Sam... Sam!" Brent
said as Sam walked off screen.

Morgan stared in horror as Brent
tried to talk to Sam. "She's a good girl, Larson! She's so sweet! You
can't just fuck with her. She isn't like the others," Sam yelled from off
screen.

"Let me explain..."
Brent said.

"Sam, please!" Morgan
wailed from her end.

The sound of Morgan's voice drew
Sam back into view. He stared at Morgan, who was now covered, and Brent said,
"She's my girlfriend."

"We're exclusive,
Sam," Morgan tried to explain, "We just can't tell anyone because I'm
afraid that I won't get the permanent position in the marketing department if
anyone finds out."

Sam looked unconvinced, but
Brent said, "It's true, Sam. I love her."

The words fell on Sam's ears and
he looked at Brent in front of him, then swiveled around to look at Morgan on
the screen. "Oh," Sam said lamely.

"Sam, please, you can't
tell anyone!" Morgan said, holding her hands in front of her. "I
really want this job, but I really love Brent."

The quarterback sighed.
"Fine, I won't say anything. But," He looked at Brent and raised a
dark finger, pointing at Brent's face, "If you hurt her, I'll make you
pay. She's a sweet girl and I won't let you do anything wrong to her."

Brent held up his hands in
defeat and said, "I'd never hurt her in a million years."

Sam sighed again and turned
away. Brent looked down at Morgan and shrugged. "I'm going to go,
babe."

"Okay." Morgan's voice
shook a little as she tried to calm her nerves.

"It's going to be fine,
baby. Don't worry a bit about it. Sam's a good guy and he won't say
anything."

"Okay." That seemed to
be the only word that Morgan knew.

"I love you, baby. I'll be
home soon."

"I love you, too. Good
night."

Morgan closed out the window and
pressed her forehead to her desk. Those hot little tears that had threatened to
spill earlier were back, and before Morgan knew it, they dripped from her eyes
as she bit back a sob. Would Sam keep their secret? She couldn't lose this job.
It was too important to her.

But what if Dryer makes me break
things off with Brent? Morgan thought wildly. I cannot lose him either. I love
him! And I love my job!

Morgan slunk away from her
computer desk and she crawled into her empty, cold bed. Gripping a pillow
tight, she fell into a restless sleep. She just could not stop imagining the
worst. Would she have to give up the career of her dreams or the man that she
felt that she was meant for?

***

When Morgan climbed from the
elevator onto the seventh floor the next morning, she tried hard to stifle her
yawn and cover the dark bags that had formed under her eyes. No matter how hard
she tried, she could not fall asleep last night, and tired wasn’t even the
right word to describe her exhaustion. She carried a huge steaming coffee in
one hand and her computer bag in the other.

Morgan knew that it was just her
imagination at work, but when she stepped onto the seventh floor, it seemed
like everyone's eyes were on her. Every single person seemed to look up from
their work and stare at her. Morgan looked around, feeling confused and
nervous, and every single pair of eyes that met hers looked away quickly.

As her heart fluttered with nerves,
Morgan made her way to her desk, only to find that a young woman was setting up
there. "Uh, hello?" Morgan asked as she raised her eyebrow.

"Hi!" The woman said
with a peppy voice.

Morgan instantly disliked her.
She was thin and tall with long blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail.
"Uh, I think you have the wrong desk. This one is mine."

The young woman looked confused
and she cocked her head slightly, like a simple-minded cocker spaniel. "I
don't think so. Mr. Dryer told me to set up here."

"Dryer?"

The name had barely gotten out
of Morgan's mouth when a shout of, "Good morning, McMinn!" rang in
her ears. Morgan jumped a little, and Dryer appeared at her side, clapping a
hand on her back. "Have you met Missy? She's our new intern."

Missy the blonde stood and stuck
out her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Morgan shook the hand gingerly.
"Uh, Dryer, what's going on?" Morgan asked, trying to ignore the
peppy little girl in front of her.

"Come with me,
Morgan."

Morgan followed Dryer to his
office space and stood. Dryer had barely sunk down in his chair when Morgan
said with a stern tone, "What is going on? Am I fired?"

"Please sit," Dryer
said, extending a hand toward a free chair. His tone gave away nothing.

"I'd rather stand."

"Fine." Dryer leaned
back and propped his feet up on his desk. "Missy is our new intern, and
that desk is for our current interns."

Fear welled up inside Morgan.
Did Sam Smythe tell anyone about her relationship with Brent? Was she being let
go?

"Now, we can only have a
handful of interns at a time, so..." Morgan gulped hard, waiting for Dryer
to finish. "We have decided to keep you on board here and move you over to
our media department."

Morgan sighed and dropped into
the free chair as a deep feeling of relief washed over her. She laughed and
said, "Oh thank god! I thought I was getting fired!"

Dryer raised one of his salt and
pepper eyebrows at Morgan. "Why on earth would you think that?"

Morgan was tempted to tell Dryer
about her fears, as well as her secret relationship, but she bit her tongue.
She simply shook her head and said, "Oh, no reason."

"Well," Dryer said as
he stood and began to pace, "We are glad to keep you on board. The work
that you put our showed us, and me, that you really know your still. You'll be
an Associate Junior Producer in the media department and you will help them
produce segments on the games. You will still be a part of this department, but
as a member of the media department, you will travel with the team to all home
and away games. Does travel bother you?"

Travel with Brent to all the
games? Sign me up, Morgan thought happily to herself. "No, I can
travel," Morgan said, fighting the grin that wanted to take her over.

"Great!" Dryer smiled
and shook Morgan's hand. "I thought that you would enjoy a position like
that. I know how highly the players and coaching staff thinks of you."

Morgan felt the heat rise up on
her cheeks. "We've all gotten really close over the past two weeks."

Dryer looked as though he wanted
to speak, then he thought better of it. "Well, I guess we are good to go.
Let me show you to your new desk and get you all setup." Dryer and Morgan
made their way to the elevator, and as Morgan passed all of her former
co-workers, they all smiled knowingly or shot her a thumbs up.