Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

They walked over to the couch and sat down. Oliver scooted close and placed a hand on top of her knee, while Elsie grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV, turning it to a movie channel. She didn't recognize the movie that was on, but didn't really care. It was really just background noise. Her body was on fire, burning with three months of subdued passion. That was all she could focus on.

This is likely our last night ever, she thought. I'm not usually a one-night stand kind of girl, but this is different. It's our only chance to be together. I'd kick myself if I didn't express my true feelings.

“Ollie,” Elsie said, turning to face him. “Kiss me.”

Her words fell out of her mouth in one desperate exhale. Oliver turned and brought his lips to hers. No hesitation. Not any more. She moaned softly as their tongues danced. Elsie slowly crawled over the top of him, straddling him, without breaking their kiss. His hands gripped the outside of her thighs as he pulled her firmly over his lap. In an instant, she became wet with desire.

This may or may not be the smartest move, she thought. I might fall for him even harder by getting this close to him. But God help me, because I don't care right now. This is all I want.

Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

Oliver's strong hands moved up her thighs. He placed them onto her hips, holding her firmly against him. His touch felt amazing. It was strong and sexual. Elsie slowly broke the kiss. She was practically panting.

She gazed at Oliver, noticing that his eyes had dilated and his breathing had quickened. They only looked at each other for a brief moment, before leaning in and resuming their kiss. It was like neither of them could get enough of each other. It was desperate and passionate, and Elsie began to ache with a kind of desire she hadn't experienced before.

Her hands drifted to the buttons of his plaid shirt. She undid the top one, letting her fingers slide underneath the cloth and to his bare skin. She could feel his breathing and his heart beat quicken. Elsie continued moving her hands downward, unbuttoning Ollie's shirt a little at a time, until his entire front was exposed. Then she broke their kiss, letting her gaze move down his torso.

His ripped chest and washboard abs flexed with his breathing. Every muscle was accentuated. The word 'perfection' wouldn't have done him any justice. Elsie touched him, letting her fingers trace over the lines of his stomach. Ollie kept his eyes locked onto her and his hands firmly on her hips.

“Can I tell you something?” Ollie asked, in a whisper. “I wanted you from the first moment I saw you in those green scrubs. I didn't say anything, but it's how I felt.”

Elsie gently bit her bottom lip before responding. “I wanted you then, too.”

Oliver reached forward and grabbed the bottom of Elsie's sweater. He lifted it upward and Elsie raised her arms in the air, letting him take it off completely. As soon as it was off, Ollie's eyes refocused on her and his jaw dropped.

“God, you're beautiful,” he whispered, as he leaned forward and brought his lips to her neck.

Elsie dipped her head back, pressing her chest toward him. Oliver kissed the outside of her neck, just below her ear. Then he inched downward, dragging his lips on her sensitive skin, all the way to her collarbone. Ollie's touch sent goose bumps popping up all over her arms.

He let out a low growl, moving his face to her cleavage. He kissed the top of her breasts and fondled them over her bra at the same time. Elsie drew in a slow breath and pressed her chest toward him. She wanted him as close as possible. She needed to feel him.

“Yes,” she mouthed, though no actual noise came out.

While he continued to kiss her cleavage, Elsie reached back and unclasped her bra. It fell loosely off of her shoulders. She shimmied it the rest of the way, letting it fall down onto Oliver's lap. Oliver growled in approval and then immediately brought his lips over one of her nipples. As soon as he did, a shudder of pleasure burst through Elsie's body. She ran her hands through Oliver's hair and pulled his face against her. The sensation increased, taking her breath away.

Ollie clearly knew how to pleasure a woman. He was delicate with his tongue as he flicked it against her firm nipple. Then he'd gently bite on it, slowly dragging away until it fell out of his mouth. Then he'd lick it again, soothing the pleasurable pain he'd just created.

Without even realizing it, Elsie had begun to buck her hips forward. Now, though, it wasn't just Ollie's jeans that she could feel between her thighs. His cock had grown hard and she noticed it as she moved her body over his lap.

As if she wasn't already turned on enough, the feel of his manhood intensified things. Her body tingled with anticipation. She craved him now, aching to have him deep inside of her.

Oliver slowly pulled his face away from her chest, creating a wet kissing noise. He moved to her other breast and began giving it equal attention. Elsie was writhing on top of him, moving her body in a way that intensified the friction against her jeans. She felt so naughty, so bad. It was a side of her that she didn't get to express very often.

“I want you so bad,” Ollie said, pulling away from her breasts. “I need you right now.”

Elsie nodded in agreement. “Then take me.”

The side of his mouth curled up into a smirk and his pupils dilated. With his hands on her hips, he lifted her off of him and set her back down on the couch. Elsie giggled, surprised by how strong he was. She'd seen him lift some pretty significant weight in the gym, but was still shocked at how easily he could move her. It was as though she weighed less than a feather.

She watched as Oliver stood up from the couch. He faced her with his shirt open. Her eyes moved from his chest, downward along his abs, all the way until they landed on the bulge that was protruding from the front of his jeans. His erection was thick and firm, looking like it was about to rip through the denim.

Oliver let his shirt fall off of his shoulders, where it landed on the floor behind him. Then he placed his hands onto the couch cushion on either side of Elsie, hovering over her. Their lips grazed, but he quickly brought his face down, kissing the side of her neck. She leaned her head back and placed her hands over his shoulders. His muscles flexed under her fingers as he held himself over her. Those muscles, which she'd once massaged. The same muscles that had been turning her on for months. Now she could finally touch them guilt-free.

He kissed between her breasts as he moved his face downward, making his way past her belly button and to the waist of her jeans. When he got there, he undid the silver button that held them together. As soon as it popped open, Ollie pulled her zipper down.

With his fingers in the waist of her jeans, Oliver gently tugged them downward. She helped him shimmy them off by bringing her legs together and lifting them into the air. He tossed her jeans to the side, then looked her up and down, shaking his head in awe. She watched as his breathing quickened and the expression of lust on his face intensified. Underneath her panties, a desperate throbbing had come to live, creating a heat that radiated outward. It was a fire that could only be extinguished by Ollie.

“Take your pants off, too,” Elsie said, with a smirk. She was surprised to find herself being so assertive, but something about the moment just brought it out of her.