Halo Violation: A Secret Baby Sports Romance Page 3

  “Would you like something to drink?” he asks.

  “No thanks.”

  “Can I take your coat?”

  “Sure.”

  I start undoing the buttons, and he walks around to stand behind me. Once I’ve got them unfastened, he slides my coat off and does something with it. Maybe he drapes it over the back of the sofa or something. I don’t know. I’m so overcome with desire; I can’t even think straight.

  Eric wraps his arms around my torso and I lean back into him.

  Oh my god. I still can’t get over how muscular he is! It’s like leaning back into a brick wall or something. The only difference is that I can feel his warmth seeping through the layers of clothing we’re both wearing, and I can feel his lungs expanding with every breath and his heart pounding against his chest.

  Oh my god.

  With my eyes closed, I press back into him and a soft little moan escapes from my lips.

  He slides his hands under the hem of my sweater and slowly works his way upwards until he’s cupping both of my tits.

  I gasp with pleasure, arching my head back as he teases my nipples mercilessly through the thin silk layer that constitutes my bra. He leans down, nudging my head to the right, and starts kissing my neck. With each of his slow, wet kisses, I feel the pressure building into a fiery frenzy. My pussy is positively pulsating, and part of me wants to spin around, to push him to the ground, to climb on top of him and to take his cock, right here on the living room floor. But even if I decided to go for it, I’m not sure I’d be able to manage to do so. He’s got me under some kind of spell and I really don’t know which end is up.

  His hands trail back down to my waist, and I find myself crying out in protest. Oh, how my nipples were relishing the pleasure those deft fingers were giving them, and to take it away so suddenly seems like such a cruel thing to do!

  But when Eric bends down to wrap one arm around my knees and tightens his grip around my waist with the other, my dismay drops away. He sweeps me up in his arms and cradles me to his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face against him. With my eyes closed, I feel to the rhythmic thumping of his heart.

  This is happening. It’s really, really happening.

  And with that, he carries me through the apartment as if I weigh no more than a newborn. I feel like I’m as light as a feather. I feel dainty, like a lady, like a treasure.

  But that sensation doesn’t last long. When he throws me down on the bed, I feel just the opposite. I feel like a wanton woman, a wild animal with an insatiable lust.

  “Oh god, Eric,” I say in a low, breathy voice that hardly even resembles my own. “I want you so much.”

  In the dim light shining in from the streetlamp outside, he looks dark and dangerous and more handsome than ever as he climbs onto the bed and cradles my face in both hands.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, Margaret?”

  Margaret...

  For a second there, I feel a tinge of regret that I can’t be real with him. But I immediately shake it off. It’s a small price to pay for living out one of my hottest fantasies.

  As much as I’ve spent the past few years turning my nose up at the Vipers, acting like I was too cool for school and that my dad’s players were a bunch of basic bros, the truth is I’ve been dreaming about this moment ever since the first day I met Eric.

  And now here I am.

  We start tearing at each other’s clothing. His jacket is the first to go, followed by my scarf, his sweater and my then my top.

  But there are still so many clothes! So many barriers!

  I get his shirt off, and he gets my bra off, and we breathe a sigh in unison. I slam my chest against his and moan with pleasure. God, this feels so right. His skin is so taut and warm.

  He holds me firmly against him, those powerful arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tight. I just can’t get over what it feels like to be with a man who possesses such magnificent strength!

  He leans down and gives me a long, hot kiss. His tongue is slow and deliberate.

  And it’s very, very skilled. I shiver with anticipation, thinking about what that tongue can do to other parts of my body.

  But before I know what’s happening, Eric’s pulling away, untangling himself from my arms and getting up from the bed.

  “Be right back.”

  “Where are you going?”

  Ugh. I hate how pitiful I sound. I could kick myself.

  “Just getting a condom,” he says with a chuckle.

  Oh. Okay, then.

  True to his word, Eric is back within seconds after having retrieved a little foil packet from the top drawer of the dresser across the room. He starts fumbling with the button of my skirt, and I, in turn, work on unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

  Maybe I should give him the option of taking off the last of my clothing, but I can’t even wait. I fling off my skirt, slide my panties down and kick them off with a flourish.

  Eric gives me an appreciative smile as he unlaces his boots. I return his smile as I unzip mine. All four boots hit the floor with a satisfying thud, followed by four pairs of socks that don’t make a sound.

  There. Done. I’m good to go.

  Buck naked, I kneel on the bed, watching hungrily as Eric slides his jeans down his legs and kicks them off.

  This is it.

  He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulls them swiftly down and kicks them to the floor.

  Holy fucking shit.

  Like Eric himself, his cock is extraordinarily long with impressive girth. I’m so spellbound by his magnificent member that it doesn’t register him away that he might not actually fit!

  I look up at him, wondering if the thought occurred to him, but he’s focused on pulling the condom out of the wrapper. I watch as he places it on the head of his cock and starts rolling it down that gorgeous shaft of his. I am absolutely amazed that they even manufacture condoms to fit him, and again, I have my doubts as to whether or not I’m really going to get a chance to live out my fantasies tonight.

  Shit.

  He finishes wrapping up his cock and looks up at me with a smile.

  What I really want to do is to climb up on top of him, guide him inside of me and then start going to town. But now...after seeing the size of that bad boy, I don’t know what to do.

  Luckily, he doesn’t seem to have the same reservations that I do.

  He leans towards me and the moment I feel his lips on mine, my anxiety starts to fade away. He teases me with his tongue, softly stroking the inside of my mouth, which somehow manages to be soothing and invigorating at the same time.

  Ever so gently, he lays me down on my back and kneels between my legs. And then he pulls away and goes about adjusting my position. He bends my knees and widens my thighs so that my pussy is in full view.

  Hello!

  He smiles. Not at me, mind you. He smiles at my pussy, his eyes sparkling with desire.

  “God, Margaret,” he says, reaching forward to stroke my wetness. “You have a truly magnificent pussy.”

  I squeeze my eyes closed as my hips buck and I moan with pleasure. His fingers are the size of sausages, and I can’t even believe how amazing it feels to have them stroking my slick folds. It’s like being worked over by five dildos at the same time.

  Holy fuck!

  I dig my fingers into my scalp, my entire body quivering like crazy. And he hasn’t even gone near my clit yet!

  Spoke too soon. Eric slides his fingers up my pussy and then starts playing with my clit using his thumb and forefinger. He starts off very slowly, as if he has all the time in the world to stimulate that wondrous little button. But it’s not long before he starts speeding thing up, and before I know what’s happening, I’m thrashing about like a woman possessed.

  Oh, fuck!

  I screech, I moan, I clench my jaw and ball my hands into fists.

  I squeeze my eyes closed so hard that I see bursts of light swimm
ing in my vision. Is that from the orgasm? Oh, who the fuck knows. All I know is that this is Heaven on Earth right now. This is Nirvana. This is Bliss. Perfection. This is why we’re all here. This is the reason to be.

  Wow.

  I take a moment to catch my breath before opening my eyes again. Eric is gazing down at me with a sexy smile on his lips. I reach up to take his hand—the one that’s not resting gently on my pussy, gently stroking my swollen lips, that is.

  “Come here,” I murmur.

  He responds by leaning over me, coming in for another kiss. And that’s great and everything, but it’s not exactly what I have in mind.

  After a few long, lingering kisses, I pull away and tell him, “I need you inside of me. Now.”

  “God, yes,” he says.

  I don’t give a shit if it hurts. I need this so badly; I honestly feel like I’ll go crazy without Eric’s cock in me. Yeah, maybe it won’t fit, but I don’t even want to think about that right now.

  Where there’s a will there’s a way.

  “Margaret, you need to tell me to stop if it hurts too much, okay?” he says as he shifts his hips to line his cock up with my pussy.

  It’s a relief to know that he’s worried about this, too.

  “I will.”

  “There are other things we can do if this is too uncomfortable for you,” he adds.

  “I know.”

  I just want to get on with it. I need this so much that it hurts.

  At last!

  I feel his cock pressed up against my pussy. I widen my legs. I don’t know if that will make me more accommodating or not, but it’s the least I can do. Taking a deep breath, I look up into Eric’s dark eyes as he pushes into me with a slow, gentle movement.

  “Try to relax,” he says.

  I take his advice and concentrate on loosening my pelvic muscles while he slides into me.

  Oh my god.

  He’s only two or three inches in and I can feel my tunnel being stretched to its absolute limits. It’s like I’m being impaled or something, and don’t ask me why, but it’s a thrilling sensation. For the first time ever, I feel like I’m being claimed, and the novelty of the experience is positively exhilarating.

  “Is this okay?” he asks.

  I nod. “Keep going.”

  He inches his way in slowly, stretching me further still. I run my fingers up and down his sculpted arms to distract myself from the pain. Yeah, it definitely hurts. But the pain is so worth it. Once he’s got me completely filled, I get ready for him to start pumping away, but he has something else in mind.

  With his huge cock firmly lodged in my tight pussy, he turns his attention to my tits. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around and around the hard pink nub, sending me into a frenzy of desire. And then he starts pinching my other nipple. I am on full sensory overload and I fucking love it.

  Holy fucking shit.

  I reach down to cup Eric’s rock hard ass cheeks and start stroking them. His muscular ass is a work of art. His whole body is a masterpiece. I can feel my insides relaxing further as I lose myself in the pleasure.

  Maybe he can feel it too, because after a couple more slow, sensual swirls of his tongue around my nipple, Eric rises up to lean on his elbows and starts to slide his cock back out of my pussy.

  When he pushes back in, he says, “Is this okay?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  He smiles and leans down to kiss me on the lips as he pulls back out. When he pushes in again, he slides his tongue into my mouth, and I’m blown away by the synchronicity and the beauty of it all.

  Who’d have thought?

  Seriously. Who’d have thought this pro football player would be an artiste in the sack? No doubt he has girls throwing themselves at him every day of the week and he can have as much sex as it wants. Even when I pictured this—when I lay in bed at night, pleasuring my pussy with my vibe—I figured sex with Eric would be more along the lines of wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.

  Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be a steamy, sensual experience.

  And it’s certainly nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Up to now, I’ve only ever been with college guys, and as everyone knows, they’re not very skilled when it comes to stamina.

  I’m a lucky, lucky girl. I know this.

  I slide my tongue into Eric’s mouth and tangle it up with his as he pushes deep inside of me. Running my fingers all the way up his muscular back over his powerful shoulders and up his strong neck, I cup his face in my hands, stroking his jaw line and his cheekbones. I want to kiss and caress each and every last inch of him.

  Eric pulls away from the kiss. He props himself up on his elbows and smiles down at me as he starts pumping a little faster. My tits start bouncing with the extra speed and intensity.

  “Is this okay?”

  “It’s great.”

  That’s the understatement of the century. I cannot even explain how amazing it feels to be filled to capacity with Eric’s gorgeous cock. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. My body is so relaxed, so supple and so ripe that I’m free to revel in the pleasure of the experience.

  Cranking things up a notch, he starts pumping faster and faster and faster. His cock is sliding in and out of me at such a speed that the friction starts building into a fever pitch. I lean my head up to nibble on his lips. His breath is hot on my face. He smells like the woods after a rainstorm, and also of something indefinable—a base, feral manly scent that intoxicates me way more than those cherry bombs I had at the bar.

  We’re getting close now.

  I drop my head back down to the bed and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of pleasure radiating from my pussy throughout my entire body. Eric unleashes a wild, animalistic moan and starts pumping even faster.

  Our bodies tremble in unison as we orgasm as one. I have never experienced this before, and it is truly beautiful. It feels like a gift.

  Eric stops pumping, but he doesn’t pull out right away. He smiles down at me and leans in to give me the sweetest, most tender kiss I’ve had in as long as I can remember. I wrap my arms around his neck and sigh with contentment.

  I could really get used to this...

  Such a shame there’s no real possibility for a future with him. I might be able to arrange another hot night or two, but it’s not like we’ll ever be able to date or anything. Eric can never, ever find out who I really am. He’d be so furious if he knew he just banged the coach’s daughter.

  And that really, really sucks.

  5. ERIC

  I slide my cock out of Margaret’s pussy and roll over onto my side before pulling her on top of me.

  “Well. You’re a real firecracker, aren’t you?”

  She giggles. With her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining, she’s as cute as a kitten.

  Man, this chick is something else. How can anyone be so adorably sweet and at the same such a red-hot sex goddess?

  I kiss her on the forehead and run my hand up and down her arm. Her skin is cool and dewy.

  “Are you cold?”

  “Nope.”

  She snuggles closer and emits a sigh so soft it’s barely audible.

  I reach down to pull the rubber off my cock and toss it onto the floor. And then I tighten my grip around Margaret and hold her close. Mm. It feels so good to have her in my arms. To be honest, I’m a little bummed that she’s not a local. I wouldn’t mind having her around.

  But it’s not like this has to be a one-time thing, not necessarily. I’ll have to remember to get her number before she leaves. Then I’ll be able to give her a call next time we play at the Oakland Coliseum. And who knows? Maybe she’ll be back in NYC at some point. I hope so. Yeah, I definitely like the idea of hooking up with Margaret again. I can’t place my finger on what it is exactly, but there’s something very alluring about her. She stands head and shoulders above the average groupie—and not just because she’s tall.

  “You want some water?” I a
sk.

  “I would love some.”

  “Be right back.”

  I give her a long, lingering kiss on the lips before untangling myself from her embrace and getting up to leave the room. On my way back from the kitchen, I hear the muffled music from the shower scene in Psycho.

  No doubt about it. This Margaret chick is the bomb. I love that her phone has such a freaky ringtone. Grabbing her ringing handbag, I carry it back to the bedroom along with the water glasses.

  “Ooh, thank you,” she says, relieving me of her bag just as the Psycho music stops.

  “Nice ring tone,” I tell her.

  “Thanks.”

  I set her glass down on the bedside table since she’s busy pulling her phone out of her bag, and I take a big swig of my own.

  Margaret frowns when she reads the display on her phone. With a groan, she chucks it back into her bag.

  “Bad news?”

  I hand over her glass of water.

  “Thanks.” She offers a weak smile. “No, not really. Just family stuff, you know. The holidays. Pain in my ass.”

  Hmm. I wonder what’s up with that. It does seem weird that she flew all the way across the country to spend Thanksgiving with her friend’s family. I wonder what the deal is with her folks and why she’s not spending the holiday with them.

  The Psycho music starts up again.

  “Oh my god.” Margaret groans. She turns to me and says, “I’m sorry, Eric. I should really take this.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Do what you gotta do.”

  After flashing me a weary smile, she pulls out her phone out of her bag, gets up and starts walking out of the room.

  “What?” she demands.

  Yeah, I know I should probably be turned off by the acidic tone of voice, but I’m too entranced by her naked body to give a shit. Man, she’s beautiful.

  I lean back into the pillows, take a sip of water and try not to listen in on her conversation. Not that I can hear that much of it, anyway. She’s pretty far away—probably back in the entrance hall—and she’s speaking pretty quietly. I can only pick up the odd bit here and there.