Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

She pushed herself up with her hands behind her and kissed him, their greedy tongues exploring each other like it was their very first time. Mr. Hayes grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him.

Tracy spread her legs, letting him sink into her in one easy movement.

"Fuck yes," she gasped and arched her back toward him.

The way that he filled her would never get old.

His girth pushed her tingling walls open wide, massaging every nerve ending with precision. Tracy watched on as he stood there, pounding into her, thrusting her body up and down with his powerful movements.

Mr. Hayes put his thumb on her clit, massaging the pink flesh surrounding it. Tracy threw her head back and cried out his name. He knew exactly how to please her.

"I’m…"

She couldn’t even finish her sentence. Instead, she gasped and closed her eyes as the tight grip of release took over her body. Deep inside, the walls of her pussy contracted around Mr. Hayes’ shaft in hard, commanding pulses. Both of them could feel it.

Mr. Hayes dipped both hands beneath her bra, pushing it up to expose her bouncing breasts. For a minute he just watched, but the lure of her sexy curves drew his mouth in.

His tongue explored every ridge and bump of her nipples, one after the other. The sensation made Tracy shiver with joy.

His thrusts grew more insistent as his tongue explored her skin. Every inch of her body was on fire with desire and the need to be filled by him. She didn't want him to slow. She wanted him hard and fast. Her hips pumped with his, coaxing him ever higher. Her body craved to feel his release, and with every thrust she felt him grow until she knew he was going to explode.

He pumped his orgasm into her a few last times before falling by her side with a sigh of pure exhaustion. Tracy wrapped her arm around his shoulders, forcing him to rest his head on her naked, glistening chest. In that moment, she felt like she could stay there with him forever. She let herself have the moment. She needed a release after the events of the day and night. For a moment, she considered simply rolling over and falling into a blissful sleep.

Unfortunately, there was still some business to attend to.

Without much of a break, Mr. Hayes got up and grabbed his pants from the floor next to him. He took his phone o

ut of the pocket and unlocked it.

"What was the number Baxter gave you?”

He dialed as she spoke, looked over to her and pushing the green ‘call’ button. Even though it was pressed to his ear, Tracy could hear it ringing. Though she wasn’t even the one making the call, it felt like her stomach had leapt up into her throat and was trying to choke her.

Someone on the other end answered. From there on, Tracy couldn’t make out anything that he said. She listened as Mr. Hayes negotiated, but it was difficult to understand when she could only hear one half of the conversation.

"No, you listen to me you son of…" Mr. Hayes paused and huffed air through his nostrils, listening carefully to whatever John Tice had to say. To Tracy, it felt like a lifetime before the garbled voice fell silent.

She tried to listen, tried to stay awake to hear what was going to happen. There was enough adrenaline in her system that she felt like she should be able to keep her eyes open for months, yet the bed was just so damn comfortable her eyes kept sliding shut.

"Fine, but I’m expecting some serious fucking answers from you, John. And you’d better be alone,” Mr. Hayes said loudly, startling her from the light sleep she didn't even realize she had drifted into.

She rubbed her eyes as Mr. Hayes hung up and put down the phone, falling back onto the pillows and turning so that he and Tracy faced each other.

"He wants to meet,” he said. “He didn't even try to deny Baxter. This carefully constructed web of his is going to unravel. I'm not going to stand for this."

Tracy, so full of emotions that she could barely manage an intelligent answer, clenched her fist into a tight ball. She wanted to hit something. Or cry. Possibly both.

"When I see that little…" she growled.

"No," Mr. Hayes cut her off. "I can’t let you go with me. I'm meeting him alone. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you."

"You can’t trust a man like him." She reached for Mr. Hayes, pulling him closer to her. “I wouldn't if I were him.”

"You're probably right,” Mr. Hayes agreed, wrapping his arms protectively around her. “But you are my world now and I won’t let you be around him again. We’ve seen what he can do, how far his reach can go. I won't risk you."

His protectiveness warmed Tracy inside. It had been a long time since someone cared so deeply about her.

“I don't care,” Tracy replied stubbornly.