"I'll fuck you. You just make sure you make me come like you promised."
A vein pulsed in his temple and he bared his teeth at her. Angelica was still fully clothed except for her panties. Never had she been this close to an orgasm and still been fully clothed! He lunged for her and found her mouth with his, demanding, taking what he wanted. Vic's tongue plunged inside her to tangle with her own tongue. Yup. The man definitely had a talented tongue.
Reaching between them, Vic found her clit and flicked it gently over and over. His other hand gripped her hair, angling her where he wanted her as he continued to ravish her mouth. It was all Angelica needed. Like a shot, she exploded on top of Vic, her cunt pulsing around him, her body seeming to sizzle in the volatile heat.
Angelica screamed then, unable to contain herself as pleasure washed over and through her. Vic groaned appreciatively, but kept urging her on, encouraging her to ride him even as the spasms made her body convulse.
"That's it, baby. Come for me." His praise was as erotic as that sexy voice of his. Angelica loved doing what he commanded. It made her feel out of control. Wild.
Gripping at his shoulders, Angelica impaled herself as hard, fast, and deep as she could. It was hard to keep a steady rhythm when her body was gripped in wondrous pleasure, but Vic helped her move so she really didn't have to do much. His strong hands at her waist urged her on, taking control when she was too caught up in her orgasm.
Muscles stood out in stark relief across Vic's chest and arms. When she calmed down, she fully intended to roam her hands over every defined inch of his body. Maybe, after this was all over, assuming she still had a job, she'd ask to be permanently transferred to the sports section. If all sporting events were this much fun, she might learn to enjoy herself.
As she came down from the orgasmic high, Angelica was aware of Vic still hard and throbbing inside her. His grin told her he wasn't nearly finished.
"Lose the blouse if you want to keep it. Linebackers aren't known for their delicate touch. In about another three seconds, I'm undoing the buttons myself and they might not survive the attempt."
With a grin and a carefree laugh, Angelica did as he instructed, divesting herself of her silk blouse and lacey bra, as well as shimmying out of her skirt. She started to remove her shoes as well, but Vic batted her hands away impatiently. He grunted. It seemed all he was capable of at the moment. His eyes devoured her, going hungry and filled with so much lust Angelica almost backed away. Almost.
Strong hands lifted her easily. He urged her to straddle the bench, her legs spread wide. Vic gripped one hip, fingers digging deep into her skin, pushing her back down with the other hand so that she lay with her breasts mashed against the bench, standing with her ass high in the air.
Angelica had never liked the "tramp stamp" tattoos some girls got low on their backs, but she'd wanted some kind of tatt. Instead of something usual, she'd opted for the unusual. Two green cat's eyes adorned the dimples just above her ass. She was proud of the little decorations, especially now.
"Ah, yeah," Vic whispered, rubbing her ass with his rough hands. "Such a naughty little girl with such a tight little ass. I bet those eyes drive your lovers wild."
She wiggled it at him, hoping to entice him to do more than rub it. "You like?"
"Definitely." Just as she'd hoped, he smacked the left cheek with the flat of his hand once. Then again.
"Fuck," she groaned, raising her hips higher. "Do that again." He smacked the other cheek before dipping his other hand between her legs and rubbing her wet pussy in long, rough caresses.
The primitive actions seemed to snowball within Vic. He growled and grunted, sounding more animalistic than man. Angelica loved it! Especially when his hand came down on her cunt in a smart slap. She squealed, but pushed back against him, wanting more.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Do it again!"
He complied with another sharp smack. God, how her pussy tingled! Angelica had never really been multi-orgasmic, but she knew she'd come again under this man's touch. Not only come, but revel in it!
Vic bent to bury his face in her upturned pussy, licking with long, penetrating swipes of his tongue. The way he snarled and slurped, Angelica would have thought he was a man starving for the taste of a woman, but she knew he could have—and did have—any woman he wanted. The pressure of the game must have heightened his sexual needs. Which was just fine with Angelica.
Again, he slapped her ass. Twice more and Angelica wiggled, needing to entice him to fuck her again. She saw as his eyes fastened once more to the tattoos on her lower back as if mesmerized by their green depths.
Moving into position, Vic eased his cock into her. Immediately, the sensation of needing to come was overwhelming, but remained out of reach. She bared her teeth at him as sweat erupted over her skin, dampening their erotic glide. One of Vic's hands still gripped her hip while the other trailed up and down her spine, as if petting a cat. The irony wasn't lost on Angelica and she smiled.
She pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust until the air was filled with the sounds of their groans, flesh slapping against flesh, and the unmistakable scent of sweat and sex. Anyone entering the locker room wouldn't fail to notice what had been going on. That thought turned her on even more.
As the tempo increased, Vic gripped both her hips tightly, pulling her back to him more than allowing her to meet him on her own. It was all Angelica could do to hang on to the bench and not lose her balance and go skittering off the side. Even though she straddled it, her feet on the floor, it was narrow and Vic was vigorous. It was all too much. Too much to think about, too much to keep up with. There was no way she could take in everything happening to her and fight off her orgasm too.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as the pressure built and built until finally, she let go with a keening cry. Head thrashing, body trembling, Angelica came like she'd never come before. Fluid ejaculated from her cunt, bathing Vic's balls with her release. Later, she'd be embarrassed at having made a mess, but, right that moment, she couldn’t give two shits. It felt fucking
good
!
Her orgasm seemed to trigger Vic's because he gave a hoarse shout and pulled her to him roughly, burying himself deep, his cock pulsing with his own release. He smacked her ass another couple of times as he continued to throb inside her aching cunt. Never in all her sexual history had Angelica been fucked so thoroughly or so well. She was completely and totally satisfied.
Legs finally giving out, she lay forward on the bench, Vic draped over her. He kissed the back of her neck and the side of her face, moving her hair out of the way and over her shoulder. She glanced at him and was met with a brilliant smile.
"I gotta say," he murmured, "that was some ride."
"Totally," she agreed.
Vic levered himself up and helped her to her feet. He checked the time and the game on TV. "You've got a couple minutes if you want to wash. I don't' suggest you be in here when the team comes back. Coach frowns on us gang banging pretty women in the locker." His cheeky grin made her laugh.
"No, that probably wouldn't be the best option, fun though it sounds. Doing an entire football team would be...chafing."
Vic burst out laughing, throwing his head back in a good belly laugh. "You are one twisted woman, Angelica. But I like you."
She winked before going to the showers to wash the combination of her own juices and the condom lubrication from between her thighs. When she finished, Vic handed her a towel. She dressed, minus her thong, before turning to him again.
"You keep the panties," she said, looking him up and down, wanting to eat him alive again. He was definitely a hot-looking man. All muscles and brawn, just the perfect amount of body hair too. "I'll never forget this, but I want you to remember it too."
"No worries there." He grinned. "Hey, do you have a card or something? Maybe we could get together again."
There was no way she could keep the smile off her face. "Oh, I'd definitely like that." She handed him a card with her personal cell scribbled on the back of it. "Give me a call sometime. We'll...see what comes up." She turned then, heading for her car. Screw the interview. She'd think of something to tell her boss. Right now, she just wanted to get home and into bed. After sex like that, she knew she'd sleep like a baby.
Two Months Later...
Angelica sat on the couch, her cat snuggled in her lap, her favorite terry robe wrapped around her. Insomnia had hit with a vengeance since her romp with Vic. The hot chocolate did little to dispel the cold running through her body. She simply couldn't get that sex in the locker room out of her head! That had been the best experience of her life. No matter how much she masturbated, no matter how many lovers she sought out, she couldn't match the intensity Vic had inspired in her. Combine that with the fact that the last truly good night's sleep had been right after she'd gotten home after the best sex of her life, and Angelica was one pissed-off queen bitch.
It was crazy, really. They didn't know each other, didn't know what the other one liked, but in the space of about thirty minutes, Angelica had found more sexual pleasure than in every sexual experience she'd ever had. Vic had been an excellent lover, reading her responses, matching his actions accordingly. He'd seen to her pleasure before his own, making sure he gave as good as he got. That's what was missing in most men today. They were out to get their own jollies off, not caring about their partner's.
There was a knock at the door.
Seriously? At one in the morning?
"Who the
fuck
goes there at one o'clock in the motherfucking morning?" If her greeting was less than civilized, she blamed it on lack of sleep and the fact that no sane person would be knocking on her door at this insane hour and not deserve to know exactly what they faced.
She jerked open the door, ready to give whoever it was a piece of her mind...
And Vic stood there, flowers in hand, her lacy thong woven intricately among the long-stemmed roses. Instead of intimidation or a look that said he was unsure of exactly how to proceed, a wide grin full of mirth split his face.
"Good morning, Angelica."
If she hadn't been so thoroughly pleased to see him, she'd have slapped his handsome face. Still, a girl couldn't give in so easily.
"It's been two fucking months. No call. No card. No word at the office you're looking for me. And now you show up on my doorstep at this ungodly hour expecting to spend some quality time between my thighs? How the fuck did you get this address anyway?"
"I'm a star athlete," he said, smirking more than a little. "I asked your boss. In exchange for the interview you never provided them, he gave me your address." There was no repentance on his face or in his voice. He used his fame and notoriety to full advantage and didn't care what she thought about it. “And I didn’t call because we were in the middle of the playoffs. Coach would have had my ass if I’d been distracted by a woman before the Super Bowl.
"Oh, piss off!" No matter how much she wanted a repeat performance, she had to at least pretend to be angry. If nothing else it might make him work that much harder to please her. She tried to slam the door in his face, but he shouldered his way in, chuckling all the way.
Vic sat the flowers on a nearby table before sweeping her into his arms and kissing her soundly. As a token, just to make him think that maybe she wasn't all needy and shit, Angelica struggled, pushing at his chest.
"Now wait just a goddamned minute." She kept struggling until he let her go. Stumbling a couple steps back, Angelica straightened her robe and smoothed her hair before looking at him. If the grin on his face was any indication, he didn't give a damn if she protested or not. "Just because I fucked you silly once doesn't mean I'll do it again."