In the End Zone: A Sports Romance (8 page)

Chapter Fourteen

One of Morgan's favorite places
in the whole world was Brent Larson's extravagant apartment. Before, she had
thought that her little one-bedroom place was nice, but it looked like dog crap
next to Larson's.

His place was at the top of an
apartment complex, and when Morgan went over for the first time, she was amazed
that the elevator opened up right into Brent's living room. His living room,
which was easily the size of Morgan's entire apartment, was decorated in
beautiful creams, golds, and clear glass. A huge television hung on one wall,
and next to it was a lighted display of every trophy and award that Brent had
ever earned. Just beyond that was two sliding glass doors that opened up to a
beautiful balcony with an amazing view of the city.

Brent's kitchen was gigantic,
but Morgan quickly realized that he rarely cooked. He kept his fridge and
cabinets stored with sodas, water, sports drinks, and beer, as well as game-day
foods like chips and salsa, along with loads of jerky, tofu, beans, and other
proteins. Everywhere Morgan looked, she saw powdered protein shakes. After her
second or third visit, Morgan was delighted to find a bottle of her favorite
wine chilling in the fridge when she arrived.

The apartment ended up being a three-bedroom
place. One room was a makeshift gym that Brent would use in the mornings. The
second one was a beautiful office, complete with a solid red oak desk, a state
of the art computer, and plenty of space for Brent to conduct business meetings
or interviews.

But it was his bedroom that
really took Morgan's breath away. His bedroom featured a king-sized,
four-poster bed decorated in black and gold, another television with every new
gaming device attached, and a Jacuzzi next to a gas burning fireplace.

Morgan found that Brent did not
hang out in his apartment very much, and for the life of her, she could not
figure out why. Brent seemed to enjoy life more when he hit the gym every day,
or spent time at the bar with the guys. But the longer that they were together,
the more he loved to invite her over for a bit of alone time.

It was the Caiman's by-week and
Brent was home alone in his apartment when Morgan arrived. She brought Chinese
food and a six pack of Brent's favorite beer, and when the elevator doors
opened, she saw her boyfriend sitting on his cream-colored couch, watching a
game on TV.

"Hey, baby!" she said
brightly, "I grabbed dinner."

Brent looked over and smiled.
"Happy family?"

Morgan held the bag aloft.
"You know it!"

She walked over and sank on to
the couch next to Brent Morgan had barely gotten the paper back on the coffee
table when Brent's arms wrapped around her. He pulled her into a long, deep
kiss, the kind that made her whole body tingle with excitement.

"Oh!" Morgan gasped as
Brent pulled his lips away. She smiled and said, "You really know how to
welcome a girl."

Brent chuckled and kissed her
again, pulling her body close to his. Morgan could feel his heat radiating off
of his body, and the slight dampness of his skin told her that he had recently
finished working out in his home gym. She inhaled his musky scent and she found
him more intoxicating than the strongest wine.

When Brent’s hand began snaking
up Morgan's thigh, disappearing under her skirt, she giggled. "I brought
dinner, you know."

"It's okay, babe,"
Brent cooed as he kissed down her neck, "We can always reheat."

Morgan shuddered as Brent lifted
up her dark skirt. His hands began rubbing on the outside of her panties, and
she knew that he could feel the wetness that was already flooding from her.

Her own hands were exploring his
body, and she traced the outlines of Brent's thick muscles with her soft
fingertips. Before she knew what was taking her over, her tongue was on his
skin, lapping up his salty sweetness.

Brent groaned deeply and his
finger slipped inside of Morgan's panties. She could feel his thick digits
spreading her open, dipping into her molten juice, and she spread her legs wide
for him in response. Her eyes traveled down his body, and she landed on his
hard cock, barely disguised in his blue workout shorts.

Morgan could not stop herself,
nor did she want to. Her hands reached in and pulled out Brent's throbbing
cock, and he inhaled sharply when her little fingers wrapped around his thick
shaft. Morgan's mouth watered for him, and she quickly leaned over with her ass
out in the air, and she began sucking him hard.

"Oh, fuck, baby,"
Brent groaned in his deep voice as Morgan's lips wrapped around him.

She moved up and down on him,
sucking away at his delicious cock that tasted of sweat and musk and Brent's
amazing, intoxicating aroma. She could not stop herself. She was sucking him
dry, letting him slip all the way into her throat and back. Her pink lips
stretched around him, kissing him as she bobbed up and off of his cock. Her
hands trailed up and down, slippery and wet. She could feel every ridge on him,
and she had sucked him so often that she knew that she could map him perfectly
with her eyes closed.

Brent's hands snaked down her
back while she took him deep, and he found her ass, high in the air. His long
arms reached down, and soon his fingers were playing away with her wet place.
Morgan moaned as those roughened bits found her throbbing, aching clit, and
they rubbed away, gentle at first, then pressing more and more, pulling out her
pleasures.

Morgan could barely think as the
feeling of her face stuffed with cock mixed with the sensations from her pussy
swirled about, and she wanted nothing more than to taste Brent's sticky hot
cum. She wanted to feel it dripping down her throat, filling her and sating her
for the moment.

But Brent had other plans.

He pulled Morgan on to his lap
and her legs straddled his. Brent slid her wet panties to the side and pushed
his cock, still shining brightly from her mouth. Morgan could feel him at her
entrance, just begging to be let in.

Morgan leaned forward and kissed
Brent hard on the mouth. "I love you, Brent Larson," she said. And
with that, she slid herself down on Brent's cock, taking his entire girth in
one fine stroke.

Brent groaned, but it was
dwarfed by the pleasure cry that escaped from Morgan as she felt her pussy
walls stretch to their brink. It seemed that no matter how much she fucked
Brent's huge cock, he would always stretch her just a bit.

Morgan moved back and forth on
her boyfriend's lap, grinding hard on his cock and making him groan. One of his
large hands grabbed her ass and he helped move her back and forth, pulling her
along as he did. The other hand pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra down,
making her perky tits pop out. That free hand grabbed hold of her and held
tight, pinching her nipple slightly.

Brent sucked air in from behind
his clenched teeth. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his fingers digging
into the soft plumpness of her ass.

But Morgan could not speak. She
just rocked back and forth on his cock as fast and hard as she could go. with
every move, Morgan could feel her pleasure growing. She was grinding hard, pushing
her clit against Brent as best as she could.

Soon, Morgan could feel her
orgasm reaching the breaking point. "I'm going to cum, babe," she
moaned and panted.

Brent's hand let go of her
bouncing tit and it quickly tangled itself in her long hair. He pulled her head
back in one fluid motion and latched on to her neck, sucking and biting at her
tender skin there. Underneath her, he began pumping his cock hard and fast, as
if he was trying to draw her orgasm out from its hiding place.

When it exploded from her,
Morgan's whole body shook with the power of it. If not for Brent holding her
up, she knew that she would have fallen over, for her body was no longer able
to hold her up. Brent's strong hands kept her up, and within seconds, Morgan
was moaning as Brent's cock flooded her. They came together, a writhing mass of
sweat and sex tangled up on Brent's cream colored couch.

Brent let go of Morgan and she
collapsed on him, falling against his hard chest. She could hear every deep
breath he took, and she could feel his heart pounding heavily against her
cheek.

The pair sighed together and
Morgan climbed from Brent's lap. She fixed her top and smoothed down her skirt,
enjoying the feeling of being full of Brent's cum. She knew that she would have
to get cleaned up soon, but for the moment, she relished in it.

Morgan kissed her boyfriend full
on the mouth and Brent's hand reached up and stroked her blushing cheek.
"I love
ya
, baby," he said with a smile.

"Right back at
ya
," Morgan replied with a wink.

"Chinese?" Brent
asked. Before Morgan answered, he leaned forward and began pulling the
still-warm food from within the brown bags.

"You go ahead. I'm going to
go get cleaned up." Morgan stood carefully, as to not spill anything from
her onto the beautiful cream-colored couch.

"Okay," Brent nodded
in the direction of the bathroom. "If you need any clothes, I put the
things that you wore last week in the top shelf of my dresser."

Morgan nodded and she tried hard
to contain her excitement. He had made room for her things in his dresser?
Brent was waltzing into this new territory of "relationship" faster
than she was! She ran off, cleaned herself up, and changed into a pair of her
shorts and one of Brent's t-shirts. When she came back out, Brent had turned the
television over to another game and he was eating away on his Happy Family,
looking pissed.

"Need a drink?" Morgan
yelled out from the kitchen as she grabbed a glass of water.

Brent grunted and shook his
head, his mouth too full of food to respond. Morgan took her water and sank on
to the couch beside him, then she realized why Brent was looking so angry.

The game on TV was the one that
the Blue Kraits were playing. And they were winning.

Morgan looked over at her
boyfriend somberly. "Why do you want to watch this? It's just going to
make you mad."

Brent shook his head. "I'm
keeping tabs on Levitt. I heard a rumor that he was gunning for my touchdown
record."

The announcer on TV suddenly
called out, "If you are just tuning in, folks, we are watching history in
the making! Erik Levitt, the number 12 running back for the Blue Kraits, is on
the precipice of destroying the touchdown record set by Brent Larson of the
Caimans. He has already scored five times today and we still have a quarter to
play!"

"WHAT?!?" Brent screamed,
jumping forward with his eyes wide-set and staring, "Five in one game? Aren’t
they playing anyone else?"

Morgan gently took the container
of Happy Family from Brent and set it on the table in front of him. "Try
not to worry," she said with a soothing voice, "He's crap next to
you. You're sure to keep that record."

But Brent said nothing in
return. For the rest of the game, the lovers sat side by side and silent,
watching things play out. The Blue Kraits were destroying the other team,
beating them 40-7. It was almost embarrassing to watch, but Morgan could not
tear her eyes away. She ate her order of bean curd without thinking or really
even tasting it, but she seemed to be hyper aware of Brent's tense form on the
couch next to her.

The game ended with two more
touchdowns scored by Levitt. Morgan glanced over and she saw Brent's face
looking stone-like. The announcer came over the broadcast and said, "You
are watching history, folks! Erik Levitt had just TIED the record for most
touchdowns earned in a season! He currently ties running back Brent Larson of
the Caimans."

A pretty blonde interviewer
popped up on the screen next. "I'm here with Erik Levitt, who has just
tied that record. Mr. Levitt, how are you feeling?"

And there stood Levitt, looking
as massive as ever. The very image of the hulk of a man standing next to the
reporter took Morgan's breath away. She had not gotten a good look at him in
the bar, but she saw him now and he frightened her. "I'm feeling
great," he said into the microphone, smiling from ear to ear. The smile
made his ugly face and bald head contort in a strange way that Morgan wanted to
look away from. "What a day!"

"Have you got anything else
to--"

Levitt cut off the interviewer
by tearing the microphone from her hand. "I want to thank god, and my
Momma for always believing in me. Momma always told me that I would be great,
but I think that, if she was still alive today, that she would be proud."

Morgan could hear Brent grinding
his teeth next to her. "His mom is still alive," he grunted through
his clenched jaw.

"I'm just looking forward
to the epic showdown next week when we take on the Caimans." Levitt looked
straight at the camera, and Morgan felt like he was looking right at her and
Brent, as though he knew that they were watching. "I'm coming for you,
Larson, and I'm coming for that record! I'll see you on the field."