Catching the Pass (Football Fantasies) (5 page)

Jennings slid a thick finger inside her, and the air was forced from her lungs at the contact.  The impalement cemented what they were about to do.  She was going to take deep him into her body, and he was going to take her to the edge and back.  A mewl came from her lips, her hips rolling again.  Maggie needed him to move his finger.  She needed more. 

He thrust inside her, making her cry out.  Another finger was added, stretching her open as he gorged himself on her clit.  The rough feel of his tongue against her bundle of nerves was almost too much for her.  She felt her orgasm building, only to have him change the touch and leave her yearning.

Maggie lifted her hips to meet the strokes of his fingers and his tongue.  She tried to rush him, but his hold on her wouldn’t let her.  He completely controlled the pace, leaving her hungering and frustrated.

So close. 

She was so close.

“Ahh … Jennings.  Please…”

He gently bit on her clit as he increased the tempo of his fingers inside her pussy.  She was nearly there and the change propelled her over the edge.  Her orgasm came crashing down, her back bowing as she screamed in release.  Wave after wave thundered through her as his constant lapping and petting prolonging her pleasure.

Jennings left her writhing against him, the aftermath of her orgasm leaving her weak and breathless.  A thin layer of sweat now coated her body, the release slowing the fires within, but not banking them completely.

Before she could gather herself, she was in his arms and being carried up the stairs.  She sought his gaze, but the darkened house left it to shadow.  What she wouldn’t give to know what was going through his head.  He never gave anything away.  Would she be able to push him over the edge as he had her?

Suddenly, she wanted to see his control crack.  An elevated heart rate just wasn’t enough.  Maggie needed to see more than that—to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him.  She wanted him to open himself up and let her in, even if it was only a little.  Jennings had to have a chink in his armor and Maggie was going to find it.

As soon as he lowered her to the bed, Jennings reached into the hall and flipped a switch, bringing some soft light into the room.  Before tugging at the belt at his waist, he began kicking off his boots.  Maggie rose to her knees and pushed his hands away.  Her fingers shaking, she moved them to his belt buckle and undid the fastener.  She looked up into his eyes as she undid the snap of his jeans.  When she reached for the zipper, he inhaled, his abs tightening.

A smile hitched her lips.  She liked seeing him respond.  And she needed more.

Maggie drew his jeans down his hips as far as she could.  After a moment, Jennings took over and pulled them the rest of the way down.  He then stood before her, only clad in a pair of black boxers, his hard cock tenting the soft jersey.  She stared at him a moment, loving the lines of his body.  She’d seen him with only a pair of shorts on before, but that was in the course of work.  Now, he was about to have his wicked way with her and for some reason, viewing him now was different.

He was hers to explore—with whatever means she had.

She reached out and ran her fingers over the cut muscles along his abs, loving his strength.  He was male perfection, yet wasn’t cocky like some men she’d known.  His humility only made him sexier in her eyes.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked in a whisper.

Maggie nodded her head.  “Yes.”

“Good,” he said, lowering his forehead to hers and kissing her lips.  “Because I certainly like what I see.”

A grin worked its way across Maggie’s lips.  “A thought I didn’t have to dig for.  I’m impressed, Mr. Ashby.”

Jennings chuckled.  “You just have to be patient.”

“I’m not very good at patience,” Maggie said as she spread both her palms on Jennings’ hard chest.  Right now, her patience was stretched to its limits.

“I can tell.”

“Can you tell how desperately I want you?”

Jennings shuddered slightly under her touch.  “How ‘bout you tell me how desperate you are?”

“Oh, no,” she answered.  “You’ve already said I talk too much.  It’s your turn now.”  Maggie slipped a finger inside the band of his underwear and ran it along the edge, the back of her hand rubbing against his stomach.  “How badly do you want me to take these off?”

Jennings growled.  “Toy with me, woman, and you’ll be sorry.” 

She pulled the edges down some.  “And why will I be sorry?”

“I’ll drag you across my lap and spank that pretty ass of yours,” he said lowly.  “For starters.”

Maggie’s entire body went up in flames at the thought.  A vision of her in his lap, his broad hand coming down to swat her flesh.  She’d never imagined how erotic the act was until now.  With him, she wanted his playful spanks more than she wanted to breathe. 

“Oh, you like that,” he said, sliding his hands up into her hair and pulling her close.

Maggie pressed one hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him away a couple of inches.  “I wasn’t done, yet.”

Jennings went motionless as she peeled down his underwear and the tip of his cock popped out.  The broad head was already weeping a pearl of fluid.  She licked her lips at the sight, ready to taste him as he had her.

“You keep looking at me like that and I’ll be done far too soon.”

Lifting her gaze, Maggie trapped his stare.  Heat fired behind his green eyes, and she knew the flames threatened to swallow her whole.

Before grasping the edges of his briefs, Maggie scooted to the edge of the bed and stood.  She pulled them off as she went down, kneeling by the end.  When she lifted her head, she saw his heavy cock jutting before him, hard and ready for her.  Veins stood out along the shaft, the head purple and angry.  His sac hung tightly against the base.  Jennings was a big man, and his cock matched him.  Long and thick, he would more than fill her. 

Knowing she’d be lucky to get more than a few inches of his broad cock in her mouth, she licked his seed off the tip before swallowing what she could.  She wanted to know him as intimately as he’d known her.  Maggie gripped the base and slid her fist up to meet her mouth’s downward strokes, slowly building the tempo as she sucked him in.

She reached out with her free hand and gently massaged his balls as his hips began to rock.  Urging her to go a little faster, Jennings pushed a hand deep in her hair and pulled slightly.  He moaned deep in his throat.  She saw his head drop back as she gazed up at him.  He’d gotten lost in her touches.  Jennings’ breathing soon grew erratic, his body tightening against her as he moaned with every few strokes she took.

He drew away from her, taking his cock out of her reach.

Maggie knelt there and looked up at him, wondering if he hadn’t enjoyed what she’d offered.  Before she could ask, he yanked her up to the bed and pinned her under his heavy weight.

“Another few minutes of that and I wouldn’t last.  I want to be inside you too badly.”

Jennings’ lips found hers and he began to kiss her into oblivion.  Breathless, she drank from him, knowing she might die if he didn’t hurry.  His fingers tempted her pussy again, luring more of her juices to slide to the entrance.  Soon, she was even wetter, her body more than prepared for his thick impalement. 

As she writhed under him, he spread her legs wide and pushed between with his hips.  Before slipping against her slit, Jennings’ cock ground against her clit.  Her cream spread along his shaft as he moved, the friction only intensifying her need.

“Almost forgot,” he whispered.  Jennings reached over to the small bedside table and pulled out a small package from the drawer.  He quickly covered himself in latex and then lowered back against her, the head of his cock surging inside her entrance a fraction of an inch. 

Maggie sucked in a breath as she felt the contact.  She needed more.  She had to have him stretching her and filling her.  Leaning up on her elbows, she looked down at where their bodies met and a moan escaped her lips.

Jennings lifted to his knees and put his hands on her thighs.  He surged into her slightly.  They both watched as he entered her slowly, their bodies becoming one.

Maggie let her head fall back as he stretched her wide.  His cock was the biggest she’d ever had, and no man had ever filled her as he did.  The pressure she felt bordered on pain, but he was careful and gentle with her, and his deep stroke never truly hurt her.  The edge of pain only heightened the pleasure she felt once he was fully seated inside her.

He paused, his breathing shallow.  She welcomed the moment to collect herself and grow accustomed to his cock spearing her open.  Before long, she moved against him, silently pleading with him to rock in and out of her flesh.

When he finally slid from her wet heat and came back home, she cried out, the sensation overpowering.

“Are you okay, baby?”

She nodded, the ability to speak vacating her.

Jennings leaned back down over her body, covering her with his massive form.  She felt safe, protected.  Jennings wouldn’t hurt her.  Maggie could trust him to bring her to heights she’d never scaled.

His tempo increased as she relaxed around his shaft.  Kissing her as he moved, Jennings focused on her needs instead of his own.  He pressed a finger to her clit and circled the numb, timing his movements to the thick surges of his cock inside her.

She moaned into his mouth, gripping him tightly to her.  Her body was taut, ready to explode once more.  When he leaned in and captured her nipple, sucking it once more, it was all the sensation she needed.  Maggie crashed against him and shattered into a million pieces.

Her cries echoed in the room, the sound bouncing off the walls as he continued to fuck her, filling her over and over again as each swell of her release moved through her.

“Ahh, baby, so tight,” he ground out before his body clenched and she felt the heat of his release filling the condom deep within her.

She kissed him and reached between them to massage his balls gently, to milk his release from him.  When he was empty, he rolled to his back, bringing her atop him.  Still impaled with his cock, she lay there, her muscles shaking and feeling like jelly.

Jennings drew her close as he tried to calm his breathing.  He laid a gentle kiss on her brow as so many thoughts rushed through her mind now she could think again.

Drowsiness won out over the questions though, and she felt his breathing slow and his body slacken in sleep.  She drew lazy circles on his chest until she succumbed to sleep herself, feeling safe and protected in his arms.

Chapter Seven

Banging on the door downstairs drew Jennings from a deep sleep.  He lifted his head and saw Maggie snuggled and content against him and smiled slightly at the sight.  She looked like she belonged in his bed and if he had anything to do with it, she’d remain there.  After the night they’d just shared, he knew he couldn’t let go of her.  The connection they shared wasn’t just a simple run of the mill fuck.  And he wasn’t that kind of guy.

The banging sounded again.  A heavy fist was beating his door down.  He slipped out from under Maggie.  She didn’t rouse, but then, he’d thoroughly worn her out the night before.  She murmured something and then rolled over, nestling in the warm spot he’d just vacated.

He pulled his underwear on and rushed down the stairs.  “Alright, already!”

As soon as he pulled open the door, he saw a man almost as big as he was who looked pissed off beyond measure.

“Where is she?” the guy screamed.  “Where’s my fucking wife?”

Wife?
  “I don’t know what you’re talk—wait a minute—you’re Brian Brooks.” Jennings frowned.  Why was an NFL defensive end from Baltimore beating his door down about his wife? 

“Yeah, and you’d better get Maggie’s narrow ass down here so I can talk to her.”

Maggie?  Wife?
  Jennings frowned.  “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I know she’s here, so don’t try and play games with me, motherfucker.  Get my woman down here before I beat the shit out of you,” Brooks said.

No matter what was going on, Jennings wasn’t bringing any woman in front of the man until he calmed down, even if Jennings wanted some answers.  He lifted his palms and looked at Brooks.  “Take a breath or two.  You need to relax, man.”

Brian pushed Jennings into the wall.  Jennings saw red and shoved the man outside the doors, tackling him onto the porch.  He pinned Brooks to the wood and glared at him.  “You’re in no condition to be talking to anyone.”

Brian rolled, taking them both down the three steps and onto the lawn.  Pain blossomed in Jennings back as he hit two steps on the way down.  He managed to get on top of Brooks again, his hand around the guy’s throat.  Jennings had several inches on Brooks, but the guy had at least thirty pounds on Jennings.  “I’m going to get up, and you’re going to leave,” Jennings said.  “Get off my property.”

“Like hell I am.  It took me a month to find her, and I’m not going anywhere without her!”  Brian pushed Jennings off and then tackled him to the ground, landing a few good punches in Jennings gut.

Jennings tried to push Brooks off him, but the sucker punches winded him.

“Stop!” came a feminine scream.

Brian looked up and Jennings took his shot, punching the guy dead in the jaw.  Brooks went flying and Jennings scrambled to his feet, holding his left side.  When he was sure Brooks wouldn’t attack, he looked to Maggie, who stood in the middle of his lawn only wearing the sheets that they’d been twisted in last night.  Good thing he lived in the country and there wasn’t a neighbor for miles.  They’d just put on one helluva show.

Brian laughed, but it wasn’t a humorous sound in the least.  “This is what you’ve been hiding for?  You’ve been out here in Podunk fucking some other dude?  You fucking whore.”

Jennings clenched his fists.  Regardless of whatever had happened, Brooks didn’t need to disrespect her like that.  “Watch what you say to her.”

“Oh, so you’re going to take up for the slut now?” Brooks asked, an evil leer on his face.

Maggie’s mouth had dropped open as she stared at her …
husband?
  Was she really married to that asshole?  He couldn’t wrap his mind around the whole thing. 

“Slut?  You’ve got some nerve.  You had an underage drug-riddled girl caught giving you a blowjob when you crashed your damned car, but
I’m
the slut?  The whore?”

Brooks snickered.  “The story was blown out of proportion.  She wasn’t giving me a blowjob.  I was just giving her a ride home after a party neither of us should’ve been at.  I’ve been trying to find you to straighten all this out, but you apparently rushed off to start screwing around.”

Jennings stood there watching the screaming match, his guts churning.  He’d had sex with another man’s wife?  Maggie had never told him, never once said she was married.  This wasn’t the kind of man he was.  He didn’t touch another man’s wife. 

“Why were there drugs in your system?  Drugs in hers?”

“I must’ve been slipped something,” Brooks cried.  “The point is you never gave me a chance to explain one word.  Instead you do this?  To me?  Do you have any idea how this is going to look if the media gets wind of your situation?  I’m finally starting to get out of the spotlight and you go have an affair?  Get your stuff.  We’re leaving.”

“Like hell,” Maggie said.  “And it’s not an affair, Brian.  We
aren’t
married.”

“Yet,” Brooks snapped.  “I put a diamond on your finger, and that’s as good as done.”

Jennings let out a sigh of relief.  That little fact made things a little better, but not by much. 

Maggie lifted a ringless hand.  “We
aren’t
getting married, Brian.  I didn’t want to marry you from the beginning.  Your little scandal only made it abundantly clear.  My brother has your ring and plans to deliver it to you personally when the season starts back.  If you’re still on the team, that is.”

Brooks put his hands on his hips and glared at Maggie.  The look of hate that crossed his face put Jennings on high alert.  “You’ve got ten seconds to march into that house, get whatever belongs to you, and get your ass in my car.  If you’re not in the car, I’m leaving you and you’ll never get a second chance,” Brian spat.  “You’ll be stuck out here in the sticks with your little cowboy.”

Jennings crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the guy.  He was ready for them both to be gone.  He didn’t welcome this kind of drama in his life and didn’t appreciate Maggie putting him on center stage, especially with everything else he had to worry about.

“And redneck—don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to my woman,” Brian said in Jennings’ direction. 

Jennings turned to look at Brooks.  The guy was a total asshole.  “Go fuck yourself.  And get off my property.”

Brian started charging up the path, but Maggie jumped in front of Jennings.  “Go, Brian.  I came here to get away from you.  I don’t want to marry you.  I don’t want to be with you.  Just go.”

Brian made a show of looking at his watch.  “Five more seconds.”

Maggie stood there silent.  Jennings wanted desperately to go inside and walk away from the whole mess, but he wouldn’t leave her alone with that asshole out there.  No matter how angry he was at her at the moment, he wouldn’t stand aside and let her be hurt.

“That’s it.  We’re done.  I’m leaving you.  I’m breaking off our engagement.  You’ll never see me again,” Brooks said.

“That’s the plan,” Maggie said.

Brooks started backing away.  “Don’t come running to me in a couple of weeks when you realize what a mistake you just made.”

“I won’t.  Trust me,” Maggie said.

“You’re a bitch,” Brooks said before turning to Jennings.  “Fucking asshole—you’ll get yours.”

“You can call me every name in the book,” Jennings growled out.  “But watch what you say to her.”

“Watch what I say?”  Brian laughed and looked at Maggie.  “Just an FYI.  The girl just turned eighteen, so she
wasn’t
underage.  Sure she’s young, but her mouth on my cock felt so much better than your cold one ever did.  It was worth crashing that car over.  And her pussy?  It was sweeter than her mouth, not like that old bag you’ve got between your legs.”

Maggie stood there and said nothing, even though Jennings could feel her raging inside.  Jennings balled his fists up and started walking toward the car.

Brian laughed and climbed behind the wheel of his tiny little red sports car.

Jennings just glared at the prick, watching him peel through part of Jennings’ lawn as he took off.  Wide tire marks had destroyed a thick patch of yard.  Jennings stood there, anger churning in his gut as he listened to the high-pitched motor racing away.

Maggie turned to look at him.  “I am so, so, so sorry for that.”

Jennings looked up at the sky.  The guy had proved to be a prick, but he still didn’t like the mess being brought to his house.  “Isn’t it late for our run?”  He turned on his heel, afraid he’d open his mouth and say something he’d later
regret. 

He wanted to drag her into his arms and be thankful the fiasco was over.  He also wanted to rail against her and demand answers as to why she’d not told him of what was going on in her life before they’d shared what they had.  The two extremes warred within him.  Ignoring what he felt seemed simpler.  Maggie had warmed his bed without fully being free from her fiancé—that stung.

But then, what were they?  They’d fallen into bed.  Two lovers who’d shared a single wild night.  They’d been needy and used one another.  It was as simple as that.

Jennings grimaced as Maggie walked away from him.  She looked as shell-shocked as he felt.  He lifted a hand to her back, wanting to reach out and pull her close and whisper it would all be alright.

He just couldn’t.