Seven Roses (Haremworld)

“Matt Rollins? Damn, that dude hits like a truck. He’ll destroy that virgin pussy of yours.” He laughed.

He’s not very subtle.

“We’re just going to hang out.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Right.” His laughter turned to a chuckle. “You shouldn’t get with a guy like him your first time. You need someone who can go the distance, play the whole game, and make sure you can walk tomorrow.’

Nope, not subtle at all.

“I guess that was your way of offering?” I shook my head with a slight laugh.

“I know how to hit the target, baby. I won’t jackhammer you until you’re dead. I’ll take it slow.” His finger drifted up my arm again. “I’ll make you quiver. It’ll blow your mind.”

Shit...

“Don’t listen to that jackass.” Another player stumbled up to the bar. It was our star running back, Roger Young. “It you want a man that can find the hole—every hole—you need to go home with me.”

“You know you ain’t shit unless I give you the ball, so piss off.” Jerrod pushed him playfully.

“Are these guys bothering you, miss?” I heard Matt’s voice and I turned to see him approaching.

“Uh oh.” Jerrod shook his head. “Her boyfriend’s here.”

“Boyfriend?” Roger smirked and turned to Matt. “Matt ain’t looking for love, he’s just looking for a fuck.”

“If I was just looking for a fuck, I’d take you to the bathroom and get my rocks off—little man.” Matt towered over the smaller running back.

“I told you baby.” Jerrod patted my arm. “He’s a jackhammer.”

I had never been the center of attention before. I

t was almost intoxicating to have three of the highest paid players in Texas swarming around me like I was the only girl in the bar. One drink turned into several and I started getting buzzed. None of them left. In fact, I started attracting more guys as the drinks kept flowing. In addition to the three that had already started, three other guys from the team joined in. One was a dark eyed guy named Chad Watson who played multiple positions, one was a veteran safety named Hank Smith, and the other was a kicker named Joe Rollins—he was Matt’s brother. My head was spinning from the attention and from the drinks. I wasn’t sure which one was stronger, but it seemed like a constant stream of sexual innuendos and none of them even had the hint of jealousy. I was surprised it didn’t break out into a brawl considering my experience with having the attention of more than one guy in the past.

“I need to run to the restroom.” I sat my latest drink down and hopped off the barstool.

“Don’t stay gone too long.” Matt let his hand graze mine as I walked past.

“She’ll be back.” Jerrod laughed. “She still has to choose one of us to take her virginity.”

“Maybe she likes us all.” Hank slapped my ass as I walked past and the group laughed.

Yeah that’s a problem—I do like them all. They’re all wonderful in their own way and having this much attention is incredible. Matt brought me to the dance though and it would be a little unfair to go home with someone else, so if it ain’t him, I probably need to go home alone.

I’m not sure that is going to be possible.

Chapter 4: Coach Dawson

The blonde under the table polishing my cock had an enthusiastic set of lips. She worked the shaft while her younger sister kept my balls suspended on her tongue. They probably traded up a few times, but I didn’t notice a difference. I knew I wasn’t the only guy in the bar with a girl under the table, but several of the guys had started to congregate around one of our new cheerleaders. She was a delicious young thing named Mia that looked inexperienced as hell. It didn’t matter if you coached from the sidelines or played on field, if you were a member of the Texas Cowboys, there was always someone ready to get you off. Every girl knew someone that would be jealous when they told them they hooked up with an NFL player—or even a coach. The two girls under the table were regulars. I had fucked them several times and it wasn’t uncommon for me to take both home for the evening.

“Keep going girls, you know I’ll make you both cum when we get back to my place.” I ran my finger through Tiffany’s hair—or maybe it was Brandy’s mop—I couldn’t tell the difference.

I was a bit intrigued when I saw Mia head to the restroom, especially when none of the players followed her. The sinks in those restrooms had seen more action than some of the hotel rooms in the area. The preseason party at Lone Star Pub was a regular event that I threw for the players every year and they usually made it an open bar for the girls that showed up. The players deserved to get hammered and do some hammering before they hit the road for the opening game. We would play a couple of preseason games, but those were just warm-up matches for us to get some reps in. The real shit started when we hit the road to Atlanta and played one of our rivals. I wasn’t sure what to make of the virgin, Mia, but I didn’t need her distracting the team from their goals, so I decided to go talk with her while she was alone.

Shit, I am going to interrupt Tiffany and Brandy to talk to this girl? I’m a good fucking coach.

“Need to hit the head, ladies.” I tapped one of them and started stuffing my cock back in my pants.

I removed myself from the table with my cock still hard in my pants. I saw the two girls shuffle back to their seats and pretend like they hadn’t just spent the last hour on their knees. The sipped their drinks that were probably warm by that point. I positioned myself halfway down the hallway between the two restrooms and waited for Mia to emerge. I didn’t know much about her, but word had gotten around quickly that she was a virgin. The doors opened and she stepped out, adjusting the hem of her dress. She had legs that went on for miles and that was even without the short cheerleader skirt. Once I got a good look at her, I understood what all the fuss was about. She even made my cock tingle when she got closer. I put an arm out to block her path before she could return to the crowd.