Offside: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (15 page)

Penny’s only one week out of a long term relationship, and I’m happy to be there for her even if this is only a rebound fuck, because as rebound fucks go I can’t think of anyone I’d much rather do, but with the team connection, the fact I’m only here for a year and Topher on the edge looking in, this could get very dangerous indeed.

Penny opens herself up with two fingers, drawing the skin back around her pussy so I can see the fullness of her swollen clit. Her breathing is making tingles run up and down my spine, and that coupled with the moistness developing around her pussy hole is making me very horny indeed.

“I’m waiting.”

“I’m watching.”

Penny slides her moistened finger along her slit, her breath shortening as she does so, a gasp as she finds her hole and let’s her finger dip momentarily inside.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah, I like that.”

I can’t wait any longer. Some women like it gentle some of the time, others want to be the ones in control, every single women I’ve ever been with, even though they’ve often denied it afterwards, like men to be assertive. They like men to show their power, their dominance, their physicality. They like a huge cock slammed so hard into their tight little hole that the swinging balls against their pussy lips leave little patches of red sensitive skin. Penny looks no different. She’s a confident one too. Pulled hair, ass spanked, hips gripped so tightly the tips of my fingers go white. There’s time in a relationship to fuck gently, and fucking gently is one of the things I absolutely love to do, but right now, right this minute, while Penny’s on her back, her dress lifted over her hips, her legs spread wide and raised up enough I can see the knot of skin that marks out an ass-hole I will encourage her to let me fuck later on, I want hard and deep. I want quick and dirty. I want orgasms barked from the back of a hot mouth into the depths of my ear. I want words so dirty they make my great grandmother turn in her grave.

I pull her towards me, lifting her slightly so I can get into a better position and then I start rubbing her with the flat edge of three fingers. I push away her hands and then I lock them both in one of mine so she can’t get at me. I’d tie her up if I could. I’m not into organised BDSM but I fucking love making girls unable to resist what I do to them. I love watching them squirm as I run my tongue repeatedly over their clits and in and out of their holes.

Penny tastes amazing, but I knew she would. With some girls you can just tell. Her pussy lips are fat like the lips she’s licking now, sensitive too, and responsive to each one of the carressing movements I give them. While I run my tongue along, to the edge, up and down and inside her, I hold her open or rub the skin around her clit, or attack it directly until she begs me to stop.

Penny’s pussy. Penny on her back wide open for me. I still can’t believe it’s actually happening. I guess I have Topher to thank for that. I guess I have the rugby disciplinary board in England and Penny herself for bringing me here. I’ve had good things and bad things happen to me in my life, and one thing I’ve learned is to live as much in the moment as you can, because memories are never as good as the real thing and fantasies just weigh you down.

Penny tries to pull herself away from me but I won’t let her. Every time I roll the underside of my tongue over her clit, her knee trembles and I see her ass-hole clench up tight.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

Penny breathes a raspy response. “It might be easier if I had something to suck.”

“You’ve got to be careful, Penny, you might make me like you saying things like that.”

“I thought you wouldn’t be able to resist putting your cock inside me.”

“I think I can hold on a little bit longer.”

“You might make me come if you carry on like that.”

“I’m not the one thrusting.”

“You try resisting in my position.”

“I can see you’ve already found that impossible.”

When I pull away Penny’s visibly throbbing. There is a small patch of cum seeping into the bed cover, and her breathing is raspy and tight. She’s barely able to talk without stopping after every word to regulate herself. Her clit is shiny with her juices and her lips are so fat they look swollen. I’d carry on all day if I didn’t have other things on my mind. I’d make her come too if I didn’t want to see it happen for the first time with my cock inside her.

“That it?” Penny says, back up on her elbows.

“That’s it”, I say, shrugging and stepping away from her.

“Huh.”

Penny watches me kick my shoes off. Slide down my jeans and boxershorts and throw them to the side.

“You’re leaving me wanting.”

“I promise you won’t be saying that when we’re really done.”

Penny slips out of her dress and slides forward to the edge of the bed in one smooth unbroken movement that leaves her naked and perched, looking up to me with wide brown eyes and perky little tits that tell me only one thing.

“Are you going to corrupt me now?”

“Is that what you want?”

Penny nods.

“Like a bad girl.”

“Have you been a bad girl?”

Penny nods again.

“I’ve been thinking about you fucking me.”

My cock is pulsating. Penny casually reaches over and takes it in her hand, which looks tiny wrapped around my huge shaft.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“It starts with you fucking my mouth. I have my lips pressed together, like this.”

She pouts for a moment before continuing. “And you slide your cock inside me until I’m choking on it, deep at the back of my throat. Like this.”

She pulls me towards her, opens up her mouth and places me on her lips. I put one leg up on the bed, gather a bunch of her hair in a tightened grip and slide my way inside her. I stop halfway and let Penny take control, deciding how much of me she’s able to take. When I’ve got my limit I take control back and begin to fuck her hard. It takes me a minute or two of slow progression until I’m deep enough to feel my balls against her chin, and Penny gives me that look that tells me this is something she’s always wanted but never been able to do.

Dirty girl. Sweet, dangerous and dirty. While I fuck her mouth hard, Penny drops her hand to her pussy and with her eyes on me and her mouth full of my cock, she begins to play with her clit.

Little circles around her swollen sensitivity before she slides down further, first to her pussy hole, and after to the moistness of her button tight anus, the tips of her fingers teasing, testing us both, her body fulfilling the demands her horniness is making of it.

She pulls away, drawing my entire length out of her like excalibur from the rock. If she’s trying to impress me, she’s succeeding.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

I smile. Not everyone can do this and I admire the game. Some people take sex too seriously, some people are way too sensitive to let themselves go. I’ve never been like that, and I’ve never liked women who are like it either. Sex with the lights off? How the fuck can I see the way your body moves when we are locked together? Pillow talk, sentiment, soppiness? Give me dirty words any day of the week. Call a pussy a pussy, a cock a cock and tell me exactly what you want from me.

“I thought you were never going to let me.”

“I like your cock.”

“You can keep it if you want.”

Penny gives me a long lick the full length of my shaft. “I may have to come back to it from time to time.”

She pushes me away and eases herself back onto the bed.

“I think we can work something out.”

“I can be very demanding.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“And very specific.”

“You just tell me what you want.”

“And you’ll give it to me?”

“Exactly.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“No strings attached?”

“I can tie you up if you want me to?”

“Are you going to tie me down?”

“I thought you’d just gotten out of one relationship, don’t tell me you want to get straight back inside.”

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you want?”

“I told you that already, Penny. I want you.”

“Why?”

“Because you make the time pass quicker.”

“I knew you were an asshole.”

“So why are you sleeping with me then.”

“Maybe I’m just using you for a quick fuck.”

“I guess only time will tell.”

She’s on her back, legs wrapped around me and locked together, me on top of her, my cock rubbing against her pussy, ready to slide inside her. I’m at the edge of her tenderness, able to slip in without doing much else but adjusting my position, but I’m holding myself here, teasing her, waiting for the right moment to connect us together.

“Your time’s limited remember.”

“Then we better make the most of it.”

“I hope you’re not about to do something you’re going to regret.”

“I’ve never regretted fucking a pretty girl.”

“Then I guess you better get on with it.”

“Hard and deep?”

“Don’t stop. Until. Oh fuck me-.”

Her words get lost in the action, in the sensation that results from it, in the surprise of the intensity of the feeling, the desire that I see shake through her body like an electric shock might, and the way she pushes herself onto me, concentrating hard to remember every moment. It is my favorite part, which doesn’t mean that what follows is any less important or enjoyable for it, it just means that if had to choose one part in the whole sexual act, the moment my dick pushes my way inside her pussy would be it.

I start slowly, only to savor the truly incredible sensation. There have been few girls in my life who have interested me enough to even consider anything more than just a casual fuck with them, fewer still who have gotten me thinking about the possibilities of a relationship, and hardly anyone who has made me feel what I’m feeling now, which is almost indescribable in its complexity.

This moment, this fuck, this penetration, the way Penny is responding, it’s making me feel like for the first time in my life, I’m not going to be able to control when I come.

Fuck.

I feel like if I’m not careful I might just explode inside her before I’ve even taken her to the edge. I’m pushing, but Penny’s so tight and responsive it feels like she’s pulling too, drawing me inside her and making me hers.

Demanding it of me.

Some people think missionary is boring. Those people don’t have a fucking clue how sex works. Missionary gets me deeper than a lot of other positions, we can look at each other from here, I can see what my cock is doing to her pussy and she can feel the weight of me sinking her towards the earth. I love it. That doesn’t mean I won’t change it up, but it doesn’t make me sexually inexperienced either.

“Fuck you?”

Penny looks at me but doesn’t respond. She has one hand on her left tit, squeezing the nipple tightly, the either hovering around her clit, not touching it directly but exciting the area around.

She feels spectacular and I’m even hornier than I realized. This day can’t get much better than this. First I give Moxlin their first win in two seasons, and next Penny throws herself at me. I’ve never felt more on top of my game, and one of them isn’t even mine. Penny shouldn’t be either, to be honest. The boss’s daughter, the quarterback’s ex-fiancee and here I am, the asshole alpha all the way from across the pond, running her through like an Arkansas corn plow.

What the fuck are they going to say when they inevitably find out? I’ll probably get fined again. Might even get banned. If it means this girl is forever on the end of my dick I think I can cope with it.

I hit that pussy so hard Penny begins to bark. She gnashes her teeth like a wild dog, tenses her body, thrusts herself back at me and begins to scream.

“This what you wanted?”

“More.”

“Harder?”

“Deeper.”

My cock is swollen like I’ve never felt before. I’m so hard it’s going to take me all week to soften. I’m going to have to strap it up and wear a sling. I flip her, put her up on top, lie her alongside and even press her against the wall and still she shows no sign of quitting. This is my kind of girl. How am I going to be able to resist a sequel? How is she?

“You carry on like that, I’m going to come.”

“I’ve only just started.”

There’s nothing sexier than making someone come. There’s nothing I like more than seeing that moment when someone loses it completely. Nothing comes close. Not even rugby. You can never really truly know what someone is like until you see them come, their pupils wide, there body open, fully exposed. You’ve got to really trust them to let them see you like that and not everyone is capable of doing so.

This is Penny’s life. Her house, her bedroom, her intimacy. She’s brought me here because she needed to and right now we’re giving each other exactly what we want. Those drinks, the conversations, the flirting and subtext and sexual tension so thick you’d struggle to break through it with an ax, it’s all led to here, this moment, right now, and I can feel us both on the edge of it, about to break out so violently it might rip a hole in the fabric of the world.

Her body tense, baying, her back arched, her legs spread and sunk down. Me behind her, marks on her neck from my bites, our skin sweaty, her hair wrapped twice around my wrist, the other hand on her clit just to push her that little bit further.

“I’m going to come.”

Penny’s words, not mine.

“Come”, I say, pulling her hair back. “Come”, I demand of her.

Shivers, trembles, electric tingles all over my skin. There is no comparison. I have never felt like this before in all of the hundred of times I’ve fucked, with all of the women. Nothing. Not even close. She’s pushed me and willed me and seduced me and made me and taken me and offered herself to me and together we’ve driven our desires home. I’m not a thinker. I’m not a prisoner of my emotions. I’m a fucking rugby player but I’ve never felt so alive, so connected.

I move my hand to wrap it round her waist and pull her even closer, small against me, perfectly formed, we tessellate. This is history in the making. This is the ninety-nine yard pass or whatever the fuck they call it. This is what living is all about. This is taking control, getting what you want, the just rewards.