Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

"Then do it. Show me what you can do," Tracy whispered back.

With gentle hands, Mr. Hayes worked the dress down past her hips. Tracy arched and moved her body to slither out of the beautiful dress. She let it fall to the floor as she stretched out across the back seat of the car. He touched her softly all over her legs. His fingers worked their way up to her underwear, pulling them down to her feet. She lay before him, exposed.

He worked his tongue up her legs, all the way to her opening. She sighed as pleasure washed over her. He started to move his tongue against her clit in a new way, an undulating wave, almost as if a snake was darting its tongue in and out of its mouth. It was amazing, and she soon felt like she was rising. She felt like he was driving the car up the mountain pass, and she was along for the ride. All the twists and turns just served to excite her, and within moments, she found herself tensing up like she had made him.

"Relax," he said. She smiled down at him, letting her muscles go slack. He kept the same rhythm and intensity, and again she was climbing the mountain pass. Just when she started to tense up again, she forced herself to relax, trusting him the same way that he trusted her. He stuck a finger inside of her, then two, continuing to lick. The two fingers curled up, touching the top of her vaginal canal. The feeling was amazing.

"Stop, stop, it's too intense," she said, trying to push him away.

"Trust me, this will feel fantastic," he said. She began to moan, leaning back and wrapping her hands around the handle of the door. She felt herself climbing to the peak of her orgasmic mountain, and the car wasn't about to stop. She practically screamed as she felt a rush of fluid escape her body, as her body convulsed and her pussy contracted on Mr. Hayes' fingers. She trusted him completely as she careened off the edge of the Earth. Her orgasm rocked her completely, sending her into space. She saw stars.

Mr. Hayes was apparently turned on by all this. He wasted no time getting his pants off and positioning himself on top of her. "Yes, fuck me," she said breathlessly, coming down from her orgasm. He entered her quickly, his lust overcoming any chance of taking this slow.

She dug her fingernails into his back as he thrust deep inside of her, his need taking over. Her fingers ran up his back to his hair, pulling him into her shoulder. He bit down as his muscular hips continued to pound into her, and she got the perfect view of his ass gyrating against her. She moaned at the sight, it was so hot.

She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his legs, letting him know exactly who was in control. She squeezed her legs tighter around his, increasing his penetration of her, while she writhed in ecstasy. She kept her fingers in his hair, causing every inch of their flesh to touch.

She pushed him back, and he began thrusting again with fury. She smiled at him. "I'm going to get on top of you, now." Not a request, a demand.

He smiled and pulled out. She got up and he sat on the seat. She was on his cock in an instant, gyrating against him. "Be perfectly still," she said.

He smiled and lay back, and she slowly gyrated against him, moving her hips to maximize her pleasure. Her hand went to her clit, and she began to rub herself as she bounced a little faster. He moved his hands to grab her hips and she pushed them away. "Let me do it," she commanded.

His eyes closed as he let her do all the work. She worked her hips against him, as quickly as she could, her own hand playing with her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "I want you to come. Will you come for me?" she asked.

He shook his head quickly, biting his lip. She continued to rock against him, using every bit of her energy to milk him. "Come. Come for me. I want your come," she said, encouraging him. "I'm in control, and I want you to come."

At that last phrase, he seemed to surrender to her, and within a dozen more strokes, she saw his head lean back a little more, and all his muscles tensed up. His knees hit her in the ass, but she kept gyrating on him. She was rewarded with a warm, wet splash within her. He opened his mouth and uttered a soundless cry, almost as if his voice had cracked. She knew she was causing him so much pleasure, and she didn't want it to end for him. She quickly removed herself from his dick, and moved her mouth down to continue.

"Oh my god, Tracy. I love you," he said as she sucked on his cock. She smiled on the inside. She knew that he meant it. She knew that she had him and it made her heart ache with joy.

When he began to get soft in her mouth, she stopped. She squeezed next to him on the car seat, and put her head on his shoulder. Time seemed to slow and she wished this moment never had to end. He loved her.

"Do you trust me?" she asked one last time.

Out of breath, gasping for air, he answered a quick "Yes."

She snuggled into him, feeling his warmth touch her on the outside as it just recently had on her inside. "Then you have pleased me."

They looked into each other's eyes, and Tracy felt the link between them. She knew that she would be dreaming his dreams that night, and smiled even as the pain built behind her eyes. As the blinding light subsided, Mr. Hayes looked at her, concern filling his features.

She simply smiled and said the words she knew he wanted to hear most. “I am pleased.”

Intermission Two

Two months later...

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Tracy asked, fiddling with the diamond necklace around her throat. Mr. Hayes had given it to her on a whim, just as a simple gift, but the that it cost more than her first car still made her anxious when she wore it. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

He would just get her another if she lost it, but the idea of casually wearing the worth of a car around her neck took some getting used to. Being a billionaire's girlfriend wasn't always easy. Worth it, but not necessarily easy.

“Tracy, John Tice has been my mentor for years,” Mr. Hayes assured her, casually pulling up to the valet. “Nothing is going to happen. Besides, it's just drinks.”

Tracy bit her lip. Two months. Two months since Jenna had tried to poison Mr. Hayes. Two months since the young woman then mysteriously vanished off the face of the earth. Mr. Hayes received weekly reports on her whereabouts, but even those remained suspiciously vague. The whole situation with Tice family made Tracy uncomfortable.

The valet opened the door of the fancy sports car for her and she carefully got out. She was wearing a closely cut blue dress that showed off all her assets. It was one of Mr. Hayes' favorites and she was glad she was wearing it. She needed all the confidence she could get, meeting with John Tice.

“Everything is going to be fine,” Mr. Hayes promised her, tossing the keys to the valet and taking her hand. “He's not the one who tried to kill me remember?”