Fall for You: Boys of Alabama

“Nothing else does matter, Lex. I’d die for you. I would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you feel loved and safe. Loving someone, putting their own needs and wants before yours, it can be scary. But it can also be really, really beautiful,” I say, and she tugs me up and onto the couch with her.

???

It’s finally state championship weekend. All the football players and cheerleaders are accounted for and the parents and chaperones know who’s in charge of who. I checked in with mom and got to talk to the kids before they went to bed. I’ve just kicked back on the bed in my hotel room when there’s three quick raps at my door. Assuming it’s one of the players or parents needing something, I toss the room service menu I was perusing on the bedside stand and cross the room to the door. Glancing through the peephole, I see Lex standing there looking awfully nervous. She’s fidgeting with the big bag she has slung over her shoulder and glancing around like she’s afraid to get caught at my door. Interesting.

Flipping the lock and flinging the door open, she catches me off guard by charging through the doorway and pushing me out of the way. I stumble back a few steps. Lex slams the door shut and flips the lock before turning back towards me and resting her back on the door. I arch an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to say something. She’s bites her bottom lip and smiles at me.

“Hey coach,” she breathes out, tucking her hair behind her ear. I can’t help but grin and shake my head at her.

“Ms. Carter. You know there is a strict no fraternizing rule,” I joke with her. She reaches into her tote

bag and pulls out two bottles and shakes ‘em at me.

“Have you met my friends, Jim and Johnny Walker?” She says, sashaying towards me and pressing a kiss to my lips when she’s finally in front of me. “Now, how ‘bout you be a good boy and grab us some paper cups from the bathroom and we can get this party started?” She raises a challenging eyebrow at me. I happily oblige and pour us each a shot from one of the bottles.

“And just what are we celebrating?” I ask, pushing a glass into her hand and raising mine for a toast. She taps her cup against mine and shoots the entire shot like a pro, wincing a little as it slides down her throat. She pours another shot into her cup and kicks her sneakers off, dropping down on the bed and crossing her legs underneath her.

“We, Crawford James, are celebrating the fact that we are alone. In a hotel room. With no kids, no matter how much I adore your children. No interruptions and nowhere to be until tomorrow morning.” She downs her second shot and sits her cup on the nightstand. Leaning back on the bed with her elbows propping her up and crossing her legs, she cocks her head at me and purses her lips. “What do you propose we do, Mr. James?”

Without a second thought, I toss my whiskey back and throw the empty cup over my shoulder, wasting no time pouncing on her. I crawl up the bed and settle myself between her legs, kissing my way up her jaw to her ear. Wrapping her legs around my waist, Lex rocks herself shamelessly against my cock. She moans at the contact and turns her head to give me better access to her ear. I bite her lobe and continue kissing down the side of her neck. She starts undoing the buttons on my shirt but before she pushes it off, she uses the shirt as a bind and tugs my arms behind my back.

“We are doing things my way tonight.” She uses her hand that isn’t restraining my arms and drags her palm down my chest. Dipping her fingers just into the waistband of my jeans, she orders me to stand up. I think I might like this version of my girl. I inch off her and stand at the end of the bed, leaving my hands behind my back like she wanted.

She pushes to her knees and crawls towards the end of the bed, all sultry and determined, and fuck if she isn’t making me hard. Coming off the bed and standing in front of me, she crosses her arms and grabs the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She drops to her knees at the same time the pink cotton tee hits the floor. Scraping her nails down my abdomen, she pops the button on my jeans and drags the zipper down, shimming my jeans down to my knees. My cock juts out in front of me, begging to be sucked.

“Going commando?” She asks before darting her tongue out to lick up my length, tasting the bead of pre cum that’s gathered on the tip of my cock and humming her approval. She takes my length in her mouth so suddenly that I jerk forward and have to regain my footing. She begins swirling her tongue all around, sucking me in and moving her head up and down, using one hand to stroke where her mouth can’t reach and the other hand is digging into my ass, pushing me further into her mouth. She’s fucking destroying me.

“Fuck baby, that mouth,” I hiss out, rocking my hips in and out of her hot mouth while she sucks me off. She moans her approval and takes her hand from my length to fondle my balls. I grunt, pistoning my hips in and out of her mouth. “Lex, baby. Fuck. You’re so hot. I'm about to come baby,” I manage to rasp out. She’s ravenous; hell-bent on making me come in her mouth. My orgasm tears through me and I explode in her mouth with a grunt and she swallows all of it, slowly releasing me but not before licking me from root to tip again. She’s off the bed and ditching her leggings before returning, crooking her finger at me as I shed what’s left of my clothes before joining her.

I settle between her legs and run my finger through her slit. Soaked.

“God baby, you are fucking dripping,” I say, sticking the same finger in my mouth so I can taste her. She bites her lip and lets out a whimper, nodding her head. “You really got this turned on just by sucking me off?” She nods her head again, reaching for me and dragging me down to meet her lips, tasting herself on my tongue. My cock lays heavily on her thigh as I trek my way further down, grazing my teeth against her nipple.

“How turned on are you, Lex?” She whimpers, lifting her hips off the bed so that her wet heat slides along my shaft. “Is this pretty pussy just for me?” I ask, sliding my cock against her wetness, teasing her folds with it.

“Y-yes,” she moans, “only you.” I grunt, her admission doing something to me. Awakening something carnal deep inside of me. She writhes beneath me as I make love to her mouth, savoring every sound coming from her as I continue my assault.

“I need you inside me. Please,” she begs, positioning me at her entrance and digging her nails into my shoulders.

I brace myself above her with one arm on the bed, teasing my cock in and out of her before finally sliding all the way in. I hiss out a breath and flex forward, sinking in as deep as I can go, her pussy clenching around me. She cries out, meeting me thrust for thrust. I fuck her, relentless and unforgiving. I’m slamming inside her as she arches up to meet me. I take her hand and suck on two of her fingers before guiding it down to her pussy, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder to open her up even wider. Her eyes widen as I use her fingers to strum her clit and she comes wiith a fucking scream like I’ve never heard before. Gripping the headboard with one hand, I slam in and out of her and I can feel my orgasm is close and before it hits I slip out of her, coming with a roar all over her chest and her stomach.

Using her hand, she smears it all over her tits, her stomach, and down to her cunt. Seeing her like this does something to me, breaks something loose. Something primal that I didn’t know even existed before she stormed into my life.

???

There’s one minute left in the fourth quarter. We’re down by three points and the other team has the ball. This is the shit I live for, the smell of the air at the end of a long fall season and the leaves mixing with the smell of the turf. The excitement radiating from my players. The energy from the fans in the stands. There’s nowhere else I would rather be.

The ball snapping brings my attention back to the field. Their quarterback steps back and scans the field, looking to see who’s open. He drops back further, bringing his arm back and releases the ball. It’s like time stops. The fans are on their feet and the crowd is silent, all the players on the field have stopped, the ball is spinning in the air and holy.. Fucking.. Shit.. it’s intercepted by number 9 on our team and our fans go crazy. I take off sprinting down the field in the same direction as our player. He’s headed right for the end zone and TOUCHDOWN! The buzzer rings and our team goes insane. Everyone is rushing out to the field - players, cheerleaders, fans.

We’re state champs. Unbelievable. Jaxson claps me on the shoulder, “hell yes!” He hollers before heading to the end zone with the rest of our players. I scan the field looking for the only person that matters right now. My eyes lock on her instantly as she makes her way down the field in a jog towards me. In a sea of hundreds, she’s all I see. She reaches me, launching herself into my arms and pressing a kiss to my lips. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I run my hand up the middle of her back to her neck, pressing her deeper. A few catcalls ring out and I’m sure at least one of them came from Jax. I break the kiss and she’s grinning so big.

“Way to go coach,” she says, untangling her legs from around me and I reluctantly let her drop to the ground.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out. “I can’t believe we won.”

“I can,” she says, not missing a beat. “You’re an incredible coach and you have a great team. There was no doubt in my mind.” I grin and shake my head.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Miss Carter. Oof!” I stumble to the side as all 50 pounds of Aria hit me and she lets out a squeal.