Offside: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (19 page)

I knew he was huge even before we slept together, but now, trapped behind his boxer shorts, he looks monstrous. I like big cocks, I’m happy to admit that. I’d like Jasper even if he didn’t have one, but the fact that he does is an added bonus. I’m not shy when it comes to sex. I’m not one of these turn the lights out and fuck me gently kind of girls. I like all of that, of course, but when the moment requires it, and right now this moment doesn’t require that kind of fuck at all. Right now I feel dirty. Right now I want Jasper to make me scream. Right now I want to show him exactly what it is I can offer, and see just how much he can take.

To be fair, I’m the one that’s been cold. Much more than him, I’m the one who had to take stock, take a few steps back and think carefully about how best to proceed, after we’d done what we’d done. And here I am, his hard dick a millimeter of fabric away from my lips again, ten minutes after I was supposed to be ending this and heading home.

“I’m waiting, Penny.”

My pussy lips are tingling just as much as the ones I’m licking now with my tongue. Who was I kidding? Tell Jasper Stone it’s over? Resist this beast of a man? Say no to this cock, even if I he leaves at the end of the season and I never get any better? The thing is, the thing I’ve got to make sure of, beyond any doubt at all, is that I need to make him fall in love with me. And every girl knows the way to a man’s heart is all the way through his throbbing dick.

There is pre-cum glistening the tip, strands of which have gathered at the front of his shorts and others that leak out and run eagerly down his shaft. For a while I just stare at it hovering there in midair, jerking upwards every now and again like he’s got an electrode strapped to the base that from time to time fires a pulse through his cock, until Jasper snaps me back to reality.

“Open your mouth.”

I’ve knelt on this floor before, but never like this. Hundred of games over several years, a dozen kit changes, team talks, sweaty men and stacks of helmets, I never thought I’d be looking up towards a giant of a man, his huge cock weighty in my hands, ready to slide into the back of my throat so I can lean forwards and have him mouth fuck me like a little slut.

I open my mouth, I purse my lips, I lean forward and with my hand around his base I place him delicately at the edge of my mouth.

“Now suck.”

I want to play with my pussy, but I’m going to wait. I like having Jasper control me, so I want to wait until he gives me his permission. I want to sit above him and rub my slit in his face and I want to watch over my shoulder as he pushes the fabric to the side and forces his way up inside me. Bearing down upon me, with his tense muscles, toned forearms and look of smoldering desire, I feel like I’m going to melt. His eyes are like marbles of swirling greens and browns lost in a sea of blue, and when he looks at me, when he really looks at me like he’s looking at me now, I know that what I see inside them is so pure, nothing in the world can match it. Call it what you like - desire, need, power, dominance, sexiness - whatever the fuck it is it turns me on more than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I can’t get enough of it.

Topher used to hate me sucking his dick and looking directly at him, so when I pull Jasper slowly inside me, my tongue corkscrewing around the tip of his cock to run under his foreskin and down his shaft, I purposely look away. Jasper takes me firmly under the chin, tilts my face up and makes me look at him while I slowly lower my mouth over his cock.

Fuck it feel so good to be with him again. I can’t believe I’ve left it as long as I have, nor that I was seriously considering giving up on this at all.

“Like that?”

“Like that’s good. How does it make you feel?”

I can’t help but smile. I know I’m supposed to be sucking this beautiful dick for a cure, but it’s hard pretending, when I now no longer need an excuse.

“Tingly.”

“Tingly where?”

I know he wants me to show him, but he’s not getting it up from me that easily.

“Here”, I say, pointing to my heart.

“Where else?”

“Here”, I say, running a circle around my belly button.

“Anywhere else?”

I shake my head playfully.

“Are you sure?”

I pretend to think. “Maybe here.”

My finger dances towards my pussy.

“Show me.”

“Am I cured?”

Jasper shakes his head. “Not yet.”

I run my middle finger over the fabric, pushing it past my clit and through the center of my pussy lips. I can’t help but gurgle with delight as I go and Jasper does well to keep a straight face.

“Right there.”

“Mmmhmm.” I nod.

I’m wet. I knew I was already without touching myself. Even with my panties still on, I feel like I could make myself come like this. I’d like that too, coming for him, right here in the locker room, watching him watching me slide my finger back and forth over my pussy. I’m tingly all over my skin and I’ve got those goose pimples breaking out across my arms again like before. I feel like I could explode if he danced a kiss towards me, breathed on my skin or ran his tongue in light gorgeous flicks across my clitoral hood.

“Show me.”

I have brown eyes to his blue, chocolate swirls to his tropical rock pools, and right now they are wide open and lost completely in his perfection. Nothing else matters. Where we are, who we are, it’s all beside the point. The point is this moment and fuck does it feel good. Jasper’s deep, commanding, husky voice, the stubble darkening his chin, the way his hair flops naturally to one side, I can’t get enough of any of it.

“Like this?”

I slowly move my panties to one side, my fingers in place still to keep my pussy covered from him. I can feel skin on skin and I know he wants to, he might be able to imagine it from the memory of me or piece it together from the pleasure in my voice, but he definitely can’t see it yet.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Is that right?”

Now I let him see, but only for the briefest of brief moments. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it spread of my fingers pushing my moistened pussy lips open.

Jasper nods. His dick does that pulsing thing again and I watch the head swell. “Until you scream.”

“With your big dick?”

“Show me again.”

I shake my head, rubbing myself all the time, my sensitivity hidden and out of bounds.

Jasper growls like an animal and then he comes for me. I’m up on my feet in seconds, as light as a feather in his hands, and then up on the bench a moment afterwards, adjusted, placed, positioned for his convenience.

“You’re wearing fuck me socks.”

“Am I?”

“And fuck me eyes.”

“Maybe it’s just the way you’re looking at me.”

“Open your legs.”

“Only if you cure me.”

“Big dicks and football players.”

“I guess I can’t have one without the other.”

“Hands off.”

“Just to the side.”

“I knew you were dirty.”

Even with me standing up here, he’s almost as tall as me. I put my hands up like he asks and then spin around and stick my ass out towards him. Like this I can hold onto the coat hooks and force my way back against him. Like this he can go so deep he’ll put my tits to sleep.

“Don’t let that put you off.”

“I wouldn’t hold anything against you, Penny.”

“Nothing you didn’t want to put inside.”

“And you thought you’d be able to give me up.”

“I haven’t even started with you yet.”

“Oh no?”

“Uhuh.”

“Then you better make yourself available.”

“What have you got in mind for me.”

“Well I can’t cure you in just one session.”

His hand smooths out the skin over my ass cheek, the tips of his fingers dipping underneath the elastic and edging the fullness of my pussy lips. I am so wet and I know he’ll be able to feel it.

“It’s a good job you’re not planning on going anywhere.”

So close to going inside me, only to pull away at the last minute. I squirm towards him desperate to get him closer again.

“What would you do without me?”

“I don’t know, do dildos come in your size?”

How can someone who has only ever touched your body once know exactly where to place their fingers to get you off? And I don’t mean just off, like any regular Friday night ice cream and slippers pussy rub, I mean better than you can do yourself. This is what I mean when I say that Jasper Stone is a fucking God.

“You like that, huh?”

I look back at him and wish that I don’t, because watching this big strong man turn me into tingly jelly is going to make me explode in embarrassingly quick time. I have to shut my eyes and look away, trying my best to control my breathing and pretend what he’s doing to me is nothing special at all. Just fingers, and not even inside me deeply, but around me, massaging the skin at the edge of my hole, around my clitoris, at the bridge between my pussy and my anus.

I wonder if his cock will fit in there too and how long I can resist it before asking him to try.

I shudder when his tongue finds me, partly because I don’t expect it, partly because when he pulls it away again I feel like it’s inevitable that I’m going to come hard. Last time was a multiple orgasm, this time feels like it could be that plus one.

Fuck.

“Are you ready to face your fears?”

I nod because I’m unable to speak. Spread-eagled with my back arched up, barely even undressed, hanging onto the metal poles in front of me as though for dear life, I’m ready.

In all of the time I’ve been here we’ve never updated this locker room, and something about that seems so right just about now. Old wood, bent metal, worn hooks and two horny twenty somethings banging the living shit out of each other because they simply can’t resist not doing it.

This was what I always wanted with Topher and now I’m so glad that he always refused. It would have ruined this place for the rest of my life had I let him try and make love to me here. If I can even call it that. As Jasper mounts the bench and we wait for a heartbeat to check it’ll test the weight of us both, I feel like a fucking porn star. A slut, a porn star, a girl in love. I’m all three of those things in this moment and maybe only one of them outside of it. I know I’ve got to protect myself and it’s pretty clear already I’m not the best at it, but fuck it. Fuck it hard and deep right now because I’m taking this and enjoying every minute of it.

“Just to the side.”

I nod again. Jasper grips my right hand and together we wrap them around the bar. With his left, he pulls my panties to the side, cups his dick and feeds it to my entrance. One was never enough and who the fuck was I kidding? As soon as he slides his way inside me, my pussy so wet it practically yawns apart for him, I feel the fireworks exploding already.

Fuck, it feels good. I mean, I knew it would, but damn, this is even better than the first time. It’s like Jasper knows exactly what I want, without even asking me. Without even the possibility he might not get it right. It’s fucking crazy to say it, but it’s like there is this connection between us that works whatever we do together. Jasper’s cock fits perfectly in my pussy, My body fits perfectly into his, our brains meld together as one.

“That what you wanted?”

“That’s what I wanted”, I gasp out.

“You didn’t come down here to be careful.”

“I wore my fuck me socks.”

“And your fuck me eyes.”

I lean back into him and Jasper leans back too, the creaking bench holding our weight as we swing, now in a kind of seated position like a pair of monkeys fucking, enough for me to take control and begin to slide up and down his cock. Either it’s the position or he’s suddenly grown another inch, because like this, I feel him deeper than I ever have before.

“Fuck, Jasper.” He bites my neck, kisses my shoulder, pushes himself even deeper. “Can you hold me?”

“I can try.”

“I want to see you when I come.”

“You’re so romantic.”

I detach myself for a moment, spin around and climb back on top of him. When I gather him up and slide him back inside his eyes go wide.

“Like that, huh?”

“I like watching you pleasure yourself.”

“Then keep watching.”

“You’re going to make me come if I keep watching.”

“That’s the idea.”

“You’re dangerous.”

This has the potential to spin rapidly out of control. It has danger written all over it in big fucking police tape letters and here I am going head first for it. I’m jacking myself up and down on his cock, hard enough to shake the whole bench and slap his balls up against the sweet sensitive nub of my anus.

I grab them, push them down out of the way and fuck him as hard and as deep as I can go.

“Watch me.”

I’m so close to coming. If I look down I see his cock pushing my pussy apart bordered by the wet fabric of my panties. I haven’t even bother to pull out my tits, but I can see my rock hard nipples poking against the pocket of my bra. Jasper is holding on underneath me, compliant in my game, happy to let me take control and throw myself towards what I know will be an earth shattering orgasm.

“It’s coming. Oh fuck, Jasper it’s coming.”

“Come, Penny. Fuck. Come hard.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Jesus Christ fuck-.”

The rest of that gets lost in screams that I can barely keep inside me. I’ve never heard the sounds I’m making before, nor felt anything quite as intense. I thought the first time we fucked was incredible. Compared to this it fades in my memory. I am exploding all over in shivers and spasms and bolts of pleasure that make my skin feel like it’s on fire.

I can’t think straight, or act straight, or stop yelling, and it takes a long time for me to even think about whether I’m breathing normally or not. I can just about make out Jasper below me, because the intensity of the blood rush has made my vision all wonky. Looking at him is like looking at a statue through a kaleidoscope, and when I try and speak nothing but half formed words dribble out of my mouth. What the fuck has he done to me?

“Fuck, Penny”, I just about hear, but I don’t know where it comes in the timeline of events. For all I know it could be before, during, or as much as five minutes after. His orgasm I feel though, strong enough that it sends a completely unexpected second wave through my body that makes me so sensitive I have no other recourse but to try and get away from him.