The Playbook (a Secret Baby Sports Romance)

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© 2016 by Avery Wilde

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T
here’s
no woman I can’t conquer.

Hundreds of eager women are in the shared black ledger the football players of the Jupiter Suns call The Playbook. But there’s only one that I want. The one marked unf*ckable.

Women fall to my feet as soon as I turn on the Jacob Maddox charm, and yet my new teammates don’t think I can get one mystery woman into my bed? Pfft, they don’t know who they are dealing with.

The Playbook says she’s unconquerable, unobtainable, and off limits, but I’ve never shied away from a challenge before, and I’m not going to start now. One look will be all it takes for her to open up her legs. Lucia will be mine for a night, then forgotten about for the rest of the season. I’ll collect my winnings and concentrate on what really matters: getting my number one spot back!

But as soon as I get one addictive taste of Lucia Cortes the plan goes to shit… she’s a game changer. The play is busted and I’m scrambling to keep it together.

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat… f*ck, I can barely breathe without her. She’s slipping through my fingers and it only gets worse when I find out who she really is!

I don’t have a chance in hell of keeping her, but I’ll risk everything to make her mine.

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S
he shook
her pompoms right in my face and giggled. I was loving every minute of it, catching her nipples and sucking them into my mouth with a greedy slurp at every swinging opportunity. Lovely. Dark and ripe, with a nub that was just begging to be nibbled on.

This was how stars were meant to be treated. And too right, I was a fucking star. Bring on the women, the sex, the alcohol when the coach wasn’t looking, not to mention the adoring fans who would be waiting for my arrival. But I wouldn’t make the same mistake I made the last time—this time I’d do it right. I’d concentrate on my game… the rest? They would be my side courses; tasters that I would indulge in occasionally.

But who could say no to a little indulgence right now? Especially when the cheerleader was just begging me to devour her right there in the limo.

The tiny uniform top had been stretched to the max up and over her cleavage, revealing the glorious view that swung before me. Her tits wildly batted my stubble-flecked cheeks as I buried my face between them.

This was heaven.

It didn’t top scoring a winning touchdown, but it came awfully close.

I couldn’t tell you her name—or the other one’s, for that matter. The second cheerleader had stripped herself bare as soon as I’d climbed into the limo and was lying upon the long leather seat directly opposite. Without taking her eyes off me she strummed a finger over her glistening clit as she watched her playmate dry-hump me. If I was being truthful, I didn’t really care about finding out their names, and I doubted either of them gave a fuck. Especially considering the way Juggs here ground her pussy against me. She was fucking ready for it. Eager and very willing. Who could blame her? I was Jacob Maddox. I was hot fucking stuff.

Straddled across my lap, Juggs pressed her knees into the soft leather of the limo’s back seats, and I cupped her ass to bring her closer. Her tight—and no doubt already drenched—gym shorts rubbed hard against my straining cock.

“We’re getting close I think. We might have to be quick,” I moaned as her pussy took another torturous pass over the bulge in my pants.

“But I don’t want it to be quick, Jakey,” she said with a cherry-lipped pout. The nickname she assigned me grated on my nerves, but I pushed it away and concentrated on her more appealing qualities instead.

The plan to arrive in a limo with cheerleaders on my arms was a pure media stunt put on by the team’s PR department. I think they did it with every player, married or not. Why they thought it was a good idea, I didn’t know… but I wasn’t thinking straight at that stage anyway. All I had on my mind was sinking myself deep into not one but both of these gifts they’d so generously given me.

The driver had picked me up at the team’s temporary housing for incoming players, with the cheerleaders already
in situ
on the back seat. They were gagging for it. They pulled me in and got right to work, unbuckling my belt before I had time to register what was going on. The limo was to drive into the stadium for the press conference and to greet the awaiting fans; it had all been set up for my arrival. It was pure bullshit and I hated the press, but I couldn’t complain about the little bonuses.

“Too bad, beggars can’t be choosers,” I replied and pulled her gym shorts to the side.

She frowned at the word. “I ain’t a beggar!”

“Really?” My mouth twisted into a sly grin as I pressed the tip of my finger against her wet seam. She was delightfully smooth, and I couldn’t wait to get a taste. My finger slipped between her lips, and she let out an impatient moan. I lifted my hips a fraction, letting her feel what could be inside her if only she’d say the magic words. Juggs tried to sink down upon my pressing finger while her hands did their best to seek out my zipper, but by keeping one hand on her side I rendered her immobile.

Juggs let out another moan and worried her lip. She was in exquisite torture, needing me, wanting me. And yet I had all the power in my hands. Moving my finger a fraction, stroking her, she tilted her head back and cried out again.

“Oh, God. Please, Jakey. Yes, fuck me.”

“Do it,” the spread-eagled girl across from me said, her tongue darting out to take a swipe at her lips. “Stick it in her. Let me see you fuck her pussy.”

Not wanting to disappoint either of them, my fingers quickly sought her out again, spread her wide and thrust into her from behind. I watched Juggs’ face—she delighted in being filled, but at the same time her forehead creased with slight disappointed when she realized the two fingers that moved inside her were not the cock she craved.

Spread-eagle squealed as she witnessed her friend getting finger-fucked, her own finger plunging deeper into her sweet cunt. She tugged upon her breast and clamped her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She gasped, which only encouraged my fingers to piston in and out of her friend’s tight hole even harder. The rise in my pants stiffened even more, becoming unbearable. I needed to let the big guy loose.

Visions of what was to come crossed my mind. I would have them both eventually, of course, but first I’d get Juggs on the floor, tits up. She’d lean her head against the bottom cushion of the seat where her friend was stationed, and with me on top she would enjoy my cock. I’d pull Spread-eagle wider and get as close as I could, her legs on either side of her friend, and she would have my tongue to contend with. I couldn’t wait and sought my zipper…

Two taps on the passenger window cut through the escalating moans from both cheerleaders, but it didn’t stop Juggs from writhing up and down upon my digits. “No,” she whispered, as we both realized the limo had come to a stop. A glance out the tinted window told me we were no longer alone. A small crowd was gathered around the entrance of the stadium… waiting for yours truly.

“Fuck.” This couldn’t be happening.

I scowled in the direction of the front of the car; the privacy window was still up. But what was the driver thinking? Had he taken the express route to the stadium? He could’ve at least done me a solid and driven around a few more laps.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I repeated and willed my pulsing erection away, but that was easier said than done when there were two beautiful women waiting to be reamed. Shit, I was about to give myself a severe case of blue-balls, but this was supposedly the time to turn over a new leaf, I reminded myself; duty called.

Knowing she was about to be let down, Juggs tried to clench her legs together to keep my fingers inside. “But I’m so close,” she whined as I pulled my hand free and slapped her rump.

“Sorry, Juggs. You two will have to finish yourselves off. I’ve gotta go to work.”

I eased her off my lap, and she landed on the leather seat with a soft whomp. “It’s Izzy!” she cried at me as I hurried to tidy myself up, fastening my belt and straightening my tie.

“Rain check?” I said with a wink, and she just huffed at me and looked away. In their state of undress they wouldn’t be making the walk with me, and I turned to the door. “You,” I said to Spread-eagle, “I hope I get the chance to play with you properly.” She bit her lip and nodded, her fingers never leaving her pussy. “Anytime, honey. Come here, Izzy, let me kiss it better.”

Torture.

Pure torture it was, leaving those two, I thought, as I watched Izzy move over to her friend, their hands now wandering over each other’s bodies. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and was about to shout at the chauffeur to drive the fuck away, but a second impatient and louder knock came at the window, and I pushed the impulse aside.

The sound of actual pompoms being shaken, thousands of vinyl strands creating a rustling din, brought a coy smile to my face as I opened the car door to reveal more bouncy-smiley cheerleaders. Each was as lovely as the next, lining the walk from the car to the stadium. God I loved my job, I thought, as I took in all the wondrous flavors of women I knew I would get to sample soon. Like all the different varieties of ice cream in the world, I was determined to lick each one.

Reporters were also gathered to the side but farther back, their microphones ready to get a word from the newest quarterback to join the Jupiter Suns. I thought I had struck gold when I’d been traded to a Florida team of all things, sun and bikini babes immediately coming to mind. It almost helped overcome the fact that I was a fucking second string quarterback. That was only going to be temporary, though. I was going to outshine the current quarterback and get back a starting position, no matter what… Piece of cake.

Pasting on my killer smile, I stepped out of the car and straightened my suit jacket, coughed and quickly adjusted myself down below, hoping that my hard-on wouldn’t be all that noticeable in the commotion. But who was I kidding? It would take a huge moon to eclipse this almighty erection. A couple of the cheerleaders who were close to me in the line smiled a little wider, their eyes dipping to my crotch and then flashing with excitement. One by one, as I advanced through them, like falling dominos at my feet, their cheeks turned a pleasant dusky rose, betraying each and every one of their horny desires for me. I had to admit it—I was pleased I still had what it took to make those panties wet.

Blondes, brunettes, and redheads with eager smiles and bad-ass bodies pressed up against me, and I couldn’t resist putting my arms around two of them, as was originally intended, and beamed for the flashing cameras.

“This is the kind of welcome any player would love,” I joked with the crowd, earning a few jealous chuckles from the male reporters. I was the new guy in town, but I wasn’t immune to the fact that I was needed here. I was going to show everyone that I could play and do it well. And by the end of the season, my performance in Minnesota would be a distant memory. Everyone would’ve forgotten about the little blip on my score sheet.

“Jacob! How does it feel to be a backup?”

I fought the urge to frown as the camera was shoved in my face, keeping my smile pinned on like a struggling butterfly on a mounting board. “Well,” I started, my arms still around two beauties, “I plan to show you all what I can do for the team, and maybe I won’t be a backup for long.”

Hidden from view, long fingers tipped with acrylic nails grazed over my ass and gave it a slight squeeze, reinvigorating my erection. The cheerleader on my right arm leaned in closer than I thought was possible and whispered into my ear, “You can be my number one any day.”

“Have you improved your throwing arm in the off season?” another reporter asked, further stirring the pot. I coughed and tried to control myself, in more ways than one, but was glad for the distraction. It probably wouldn’t do me any good to fucking cum right there in my pants. And normally I would have gone off on the reporter, but this was a new team, a new chance, and I needed to make a good impression, even though the women and reporters were both making it hard for me to stick to this new and improved Jacob Maddox. Not to mention, my bank balance couldn’t afford another setback.

“It’s better than ever,” I responded, turning away from the cameras, hoping to be done with them for now.

Up ahead the operations manager waited and nodded the ok to leave the reporters behind. He gave me a serious smile as I approached him. “Jacob, it’s good to have you here,” he said, outstretching his hand toward me. “Let’s get you all settled in, shall we?”

I looked at the women on either side of me, giving them another grin. “Sorry, ladies, but don’t go too far, you hear?”

They both giggled in response, and I reluctantly released them, turning back toward the manager. A tall woman—the shape of an hourglass that even Jessica Rabbit would envy—appeared next to him, her hands crossed over her large chest as she gave me a disapproving look. She took the time to look me up and down, scrutinizing every inch of me, and stopped momentarily as she slowed over my crotch. The outline of yours truly was still very present and noticeable.
Eyes up here, lady.
She let out a tiny gasp but quickly caught herself, her eyes darting away in apparent embarrassment. I chuckled. The corners of my lips naturally turned upwards, and though I had no idea who she was, I gave her a cheeky wink. Ladies loved it when I did that. But this one—fuck, it had no good effect on her. Her scowl deepened, her earlier embarrassment doubled, and a storm brewed in those wild eyes. That was all I needed to see to know she would be a fucking hellcat in bed.

She fidgeted, no longer looking at me… looking everywhere but me if I were being honest. Fuck, I loved it when they got flustered around me.

“John, don’t forget to bring him by my office. We have a standing appointment.”

“Of course, after we get him all settled in, you know,” the manager replied, giving her a harsh stare, then rolling his eyes as he turned back to me. She sniffed. I watched as she debated about saying more, but then she nodded. Whether it was to herself of the manager, I wasn’t sure; either way she’d decided not to press the issue. She turned away as John clapped me on the shoulder, pushing me forward through the gate. “Come on, Jacob, let’s get you in familiar territory.”

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T
ogether we walked
through the gate—security shutting it with a clank not long after we were through—and down a newly-laid brick path that ran alongside the stadium’s outer walls. As we passed by the public entrances, huge arches that would inevitably lead to the thousands upon thousands of seats within, I was able to catch a sliver of a glimpse of the field.