SWOLLEN: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (42 page)

We’ve got some hurdles to jump, some obstacles to clear out of the path, some people to convince, but once we achieve all of that, I can’t see anything stopping us. Until we get there, it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun too. I can be myself with this girl, which, when you are a famous footballer and underwear model, with your face and your dick all over the place, is kind of important.

Tilly’s not into me because I throw a ball around a park, I earn millions of dollars a year and I’m well endowed, well perhaps that last one, she’s into me because we have fun together and she likes the way I treat her. I care about her too. I care about what happens to us both after this and I for one want to find out what that is. This is definitely not the end of our journey together. The tiny house, the lake, the two mattresses on one twin bed, the jacuzzi, the decking, the footballs at the end of the garden, my seat, this forest and the tree tops swaying above us, this is just the beginning of our story. The first chapter. The rest is yet to come.

We spread out the rug, empty out the picnic basket just in case we feel hungry and lay down alongside each other. There is a warm breeze lilting through the spread of trees that makes the ambient temperature ideal, and above us, through the crush of leaves and branches that web together to make the canopy Tilly had imagined, we can just about make out the cloudless blue of the distant sky.

It’s a perfect place to fuck. It’s a beautiful, peaceful place to fill with Tilly’s lustful screams as she rips through another series of knee-bending, earth shattering orgasms.

We are on our own in the isolation of the countryside, nothing but the simple sounds of the birds around us for company, or the gentle swoosh of wind battling its way gently through the see-sawing branches, but despite this, despite the fact that no-one can hear us for miles around, we are both silent for a long time.

Perhaps, now that we have finally found our moment of shared perfection, we don’t need to say anything to each other. Perhaps here, without distraction of any kind, we can hear each other without the need for words.  

Tilly folds herself into me and slides her hand under my T-shirt and out across my chest. I twist towards her, kiss her passionately and pull her closer into me. She can’t keep that smile away from her face, nor avoid giving me the kind of look that makes me want to take her again, hard and without protection. I know she’s thinking it too. That butter-couldn’t-possibly-melt smile and the horny devil behind it.

“
Is this what you meant?”

“
It’ll do I suppose.”

“
You’re a hard girl to please.”

“
I promise you it’ll be worth it.”

That hand works its way across my contours, over my hip bone and around my belly button, teasing me, pleading me, swelling me hard. She seems to have an incredible ability to turn me on doing little else than looking at me.

“
That’s a big promise.”

“
I’m a big girl.”

“
What if I’m a hard man to please?”

Tilly tugs at the bow of cord that keeps my jogging bottoms tight around my waist and together we watch the two laces separate. She holds one in each hand, tugs at them lightly, playing with the tension.

“
I guess I’ll just have to work twice as hard if you are.”

“
You’re doing everything right so far.”

“
Then I can’t lose.”

“
And neither can I.”

Tilly’s dress comes apart just as easily, the big buttons turning in their catches like coins passing through the gaps between fingers. My T-shirt comes off under her insistence, her dress quick to follow it, my jogging bottoms a stack of fabric at the edge of our blanket. A light, insistent touch spreads me out onto my back and Tilly climbs aboard to straddle me.

“
I like you, Landon. Your eyes, your skin, your muscles.”

She spreads her hands out against my chest, drawing her thoughts into my flesh with the tip of her finger.

“
You only want me for my body.”

Tilly smiles. I tug at the edges of her panties and she bats my hands away.

“
What can I say? You’ve caught me.”

I pull her down into me, and then flip her so she’s now on her back against the rug. Trapped, pressed into the ground with the weight of my body on top of her, she’s going nowhere, even if she wanted to.

“
That was unexpected.”

“
I thought you wanted to see the tree tops.”

“
I do when you make me scream.”

“
That shouldn’t take long.”

I press kisses into the nape of her neck just to hear her giggles turn to moans.

“
If you tell me what else you’ve got, I might be able to add to that list.”

“
Where can I start? Charm, intelligence, charisma.”

Tilly presses her head against mine. Her words come out peppered with hot desire.

“
Overrated.”

Off comes her bra, my boxer shorts, her panties. I lick around her already swollen nipples, the meat of her areola like expensive treats, melting in the warmth of my mouth. Her back curves, arching up at the sensation, her legs out to wrap around my waist.

“
Like condoms?”

“
Go on.”

“
I’m good with people, women, especially.”

I’m at the edge of her entrance, Tilly’s hand wrapped around me, guiding me ever closer towards her.

“
I don’t like plurals.”

“
Do you like happy endings?”

I’m circling her, dangerous close to entering as Tilly passes me from her opening to her clitoris and back again when the sensation is too much to bear.

“
If they follow happy stories I do.”

“
I thought yesterday was a one off.”

“
That was yesterday.”

“
You realize, if we continue like this, you’ll have to go on the pill.”

“
I only go on the pill if I’m in a committed and loving relationship.”

I’m an inch inside her, maybe more, and Tilly’s just holding me there, feeding me into her at a glacial pace, every single muscle inside her gripping me and begging me to push, which I’m refusing to do, at least until she vocalizes her need. Unprotected sex with Tilly is like winning the superbowl and getting MVP in the very same year. This is insane. Out here in the middle of nowhere and Tilly’s feeding me gently inside her without even suggesting I ought to put a rubber on. I know I should stop her, but should is easy to say when you’re not in this position already, that hand tight around your throbbing shaft, those eyes wide and sexy, those lips full and plump, those nipples like football studs pointing directly at me. I’ll pull out just before I come, I’ll make sure of that.

“
I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“
What makes you think I’m asking you?”

Her legs link around the back of me. If I wanted to pull out already and stop this before we’ve already begun, the moment has gone. Tilly moans as she lets me ease my way inside her.

“
I guess I’d call it a hunch.”

Now my words are peppered with attempts to control my breathing.

“
That’s quite an assumption.”

Nothing in this world has ever felt as good. As Tilly opens herself up to me, her arms as well as her legs now wrapped around my body and pulling me towards her, I let the weight take me and slide fully inside her.

“
I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t believe it.”

Deep inside her now, I feel her entire being surround me.

“
What else do you believe?”

“
That you want the same as I do.”

“
A committed and loving relationship?”

“
Sex without condoms.”

I push deep again, effortless in my penetration, a perfect fit inside her.

“
Come inside me.”

“
I can’t.”

“
That wasn’t a question.”

“
Then you’ll have to wait a little longer for the answer.”

Tilly digs her nails into my back, not too hard to penetrate the skin, but hard enough to tell me I’m hers and no-one else’s. She doesn’t need to tell me, but I like that she has done.

“
You go home tomorrow.”

“
So do you.”

Tilly arches her back in an attempt to push away from me, her arms now flat against the rug just to grab hold of anything real.

“
Fuck, Landon. That feels so good.”

It does feel good. In fact, it actually feels incredible. I don’t fuck outside as much as I’d like, and even though the chance that we are going to get caught is extremely slim, it still turns me on that we might. Not only that, out here I feel totally free. It’s warm enough that we can lie here naked without getting cold, and not too hot that it feels exhausting to do so. The dappled sun on my back is just enough to please me, the sound of Tilly’s moans alone making my skin pulse with electric shivers.

“
Kiss me.”

I kiss her. I kiss her neck, her chest, her throat. I kiss the tip of her nose and suck the saliva off her tongue. I kiss around her nipples and then pull out momentarily so I can kiss from her belly button down to her core.

When I go to push back inside her, I do so from a completely different position, this time with Tilly back on top of me.

“
I thought you wanted to see the tree tops swaying.”

Tilly leans back and spreads her hands out behind her, her head tilted back far enough to look directly up.

“
If I can’t see from here, you’ll just have to make me scream again.”

“
Deal.”

I have my legs folded beneath Tilly, my length up inside her, her legs out behind me. Like this, I feel her weight pushing down onto me, gathering me up inside her as deep as I can possibly go.

“
I like you, Tilly. Your eyes, your smile, your sense of adventure.”

Tilly has to laugh at that and it breaks her stride momentarily.

“
I thought you didn’t like taking unnecessary risks.”

I lay my hands flat out behind myself and look up to the trees swaying majestically in the breeze above us.

“
Sometimes they are impossible to avoid.”

Tilly lifts her ass up and down on my cock at such an angle I can see myself spreading her pussy wide. My cock looks magnificent inside her, bare skin on bare skin, tight but full, both of us throbbing, our breathing pushing us towards a risky conclusion.

“
You know only one in a thousand right?”

This is a dangerous conversation.

“
Statistics are for normal people.”

“
Star athletes and underwear models need not apply.”

“
How many times are we going to fuck?”

“
How many times is it going to take?”

“
You’ve already got me, Tilly.”

Any faster and I won’t be able to control this. If she stops at all, I may realize I’ve already gone past the point of no return. She doesn’t realize how dangerous the game she’s playing is either. I want to come inside her more than anything else, there isn’t anything better, I just don’t want to deal with the consequences if things don’t turn out right for us. That’s not to say I don’t want what might result of doing it - imagine coach and Rachel’s face if that happened, there would be no way I’d be accused of not being a family man - I just need us to work out our path first, that’s all. Tilly’s gone from not wanting to be in the same room as me, to wanting me to fill her full of my cum. I need more time to know if she blows hot and cold all the time, or now that she’s finally come around to letting herself get involved with me, it’s going to be as hot as the sun from now on in, hotter still if I give her what she wants from me.

I’ve always been made out to be a player, but that shit is as far from the truth as you can get. I’m a one woman man if I find the right woman, and this feels so good I don’t want to fuck it up before we’ve even begun. The next few weeks in the real world will tell us both all we need to know. At that point, we can start thinking about all the other stuff that comes with a loving and committed relationship, including the potential consequences of me coming inside her beautiful, tight and muscular pussy.

A baby is not exactly what I need right now, and it’s definitely not what I need to make me want to stay with her. When we’re more than a few days old, maybe we can begin to think about it then, but right now, it just isn’t the right time.