Rooster: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (46 page)

“Bed or desk?” he asks casually.

The door closes behind us with a creaky hinge that’s got worse over time. I don’t have a lock on the door so the best we can manage that’ll buy us a few precious seconds for him to hide should he need to, is a stack of books on top of a chair.

The bed squeaks too, so it’s out of the question. I dismount to clear the way, and then remount, my dress shimmering on the floor in my wake like the slippery skin of a snake.

The desk is the perfect height for him, both facing each other and me facing away. I leave my panties and bra on, just in case Mom decides to come battering her way in with the sole intention of catching us, liking it just as much anyway when he pushes them to the side and shows me what he wants to do with me.

Alex takes my lead and removes his T-shirt and his pants, before lifting me up and positioning me where he wants me. It’s maybe not best for him to get undressed completely, but with a chest and abs to die for, I struggle to resist. This man has a body so perfect sometimes I can hardly believe it myself and over the season too, as he’s played more games and trained even harder, it’s only got better and better. I run my eyes over the muscle definition, the lines of perfection a God would be proud of creating and jealous to put themselves against in competition, across those incredible biceps, down to that swollen bulge. The Rhino. Always horny, never seen often in the wild. Well, I’m going to do everything I can to change that, because it’s time to start the regeneration program.

I pull him towards me, the words still so new on my lips I’m never ever sure if I should be saying them at all. I’m a little drunk, but it’s not from the alcohol. I’m obsessed, but then again, I always have been. I’m even hornier than normal, but that’s likely to be because I’m sitting on the desk I wrote so often about him on, and it’s not that anyway. It’s more than that, and now I have it I’ve never been so sure in my life.

“Baby”, I whisper into his ear. “Give me a baby.”

Maybe I imagine it, but then again, maybe not. Maybe the atoms in the air space around us bend instead, and the whole world feels like it’s pushing us closer. And then maybe, just maybe, Alex, with the idea I’ve just proposed to him, cannot physically contain his reaction.

He gets hot, he swells, he pulls me tight into him and when I pull away, just to make sure, he smiles that smile that makes my whole body ache with desire, his eyes twinkling like universes exploding in the short distance between us.

“I thought you’d never ask”, he says.

His look makes me moan with pleasure much more loudly than I mean to, and he has to pull me tight to him again just to make me stop. I’m so happy I could cry, so horny I might explode.

“Here?” he asks.

I nod.

“Naughty.”

“Are you sure?” I moan.

“Fuck, Lucy. When are you going to learn that when I tell you I want something, I don’t mess around.”

“Ok.”

“You’re shaking”, he says.

“You’re making me shake.”

“I might come sooner than normal if I know it’s for that.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“Let me show you.”

He peels his boxer shorts away from his throbbing cock, just low enough to let his balls escape, and standing there at the foot of my desk, ready to make me pregnant, disposed to fill me full of his virile seed, he looks like something out of one of my deepest, dirtiest fantasies.

It’s taken me a while to accept the fact the Alex Vann Haden is in love with me, it’s going to take even more to accept he wants to make a family with me too.

I take hold of his cock, which is as hard as steel, lift my legs up to balance them on the edge of my desk and pull him towards me. Alex and I fuck constantly, but I never once get bored. Every single time we go at it, he gives me something new and something I want desperately to come back for more of. I can’t go a day without having him inside me, a few hours without touching him and making sure he’s still there.

I part my panties, wet already with my juices and tease him up and down my slit, careful not to moan too loudly this time.

Alex lets me take control, his hands either exploring my hardening nipples or tugging gently at my hair or trying to get at my pussy, which I expressly forbid.

Alex kisses me passionately and every time he does so, I feel his cock head swell magnificently against my clit. I watch strands of pre-cum stick to my nub, mix with my own juices and form a web it delights me to see swing between us. Eventually, when I can’t take it anymore, I adjust my position slightly and slide him into me.

Alex and I have always fit together like a glove, and tonight is no different. I feel every single ridge, every vein, every nerve ending against mine, my body buzzing and shaking as though I’m no longer in control of it.

“Baby?” Alex whispers.

I nod my head. “Fuck yes.”

Alex slides so deep I can feel heat rising up my back and climbing into my neck. I push back and almost scream with the intensity of it, so close already to orgasm, I have to pause for a moment and grit my teeth to hold on. With his hand cupped around the back of my neck, he tilts my head towards his and rests his forehead against mine.

“I love you”, he says.

I’ve never felt so close to anyone in my life. My lip trembles and my skin bobbles up in goose pimples as big as m&ms.

“I love you. I’ve never loved anyone so much in my life”, I say back.

I’m crying now, tears streaming out of my eyes and railing down my cheeks at the beauty of it. I’ve never felt pure passion and pure emotion rolled together so much in one. It’s so powerful I can hardly control my response. Alex moves his hands and lifts me up from the desk in one go, and with my head buried into his neck, I wrap my legs around his back and pull myself onto his cock, my pussy widening at his base so much I feel something I never have before. I’m going to come so hard It’ll change me. I’m going to come so hard I can’t fail to get pregnant.

Alex lets himself drop to the ground, first to his knees and then onto his back so I can ride him up into me even deeper, pushing down on his cock as fiercely as I can, stretched so wide I’m at my full extent.

Nothing I’ve ever done before feels as good as this. I pull back on the skin around my clit to show him and feel an ache of pleasure cascade around a belly already filled with a million butterflies.

It feels so good I can’t help but continue touching myself. Alex loves it when I do this and I can feel an immediate response from him inside me pushing against my pussy muscles. I lift up to reveal his shaft, delighted at how much of him I can always get inside me and then drop down slowly so we can both see my pussy enlarge to his size, slick with my juices and throbbing away ready to give me his.

I’m on the edge and climbing higher, and the longer I hold on the better I know it’ll be. There could be noises outside, but I wouldn’t care. There could be people up secretly watching, but nothing would stop me now. Alex and I are going to make a baby and I’ll bring the whole fucking house down while we do it if need be.

He wrestles me over with a flick of his leg so deft I don’t even have to dismount him, and then pins me against a bean bag and the ground ready to fuck his seed inside me.

I can see the determination in his face manifesting itself across the tightened muscles of his chest, the twitch and recoil of his Adonis belt and the beads of sweat now pearling his brow that say nothing to me but
win.

A Superbowl, a girl, a baby, a family and happiness all in one go. Alex Vann Haden has come home and he’s here to fucking stay.

Suddenly I scream. I’m fucking screaming and I can’t stop it. I close my mouth, I smack my hand across my lips and I bury my head in a cushion but the moans go on. They don’t stop. They won’t leave me. This whole house is going to wake up and find Alex with his dick inside me pumping out a stream of cum.

“Oh, fuck, Lucy.”

It’s so powerful I have to bite the back of my hand. I’ve never felt anything like it. It feels like my atoms are shifting inside me. It feels like someone’s pumping drugs around my system. It feels like pleasure and happiness all rolled into one while someone’s stopped time so I get to appreciate it. It feels like perfection and the dirtiest, seediest, grubbiest, naughtiest fuck all in one go.

“Fuck.”

I say that way too loud and as soon as I do I hear doors opening and see lights go on in corridors from the gap underneath the door.

Alex has his eyes shut, his face squashed together and his bottom lip tucked sexily between his top front teeth. His body is shaking and convulsing and twisting around just as much as mine is, so the two of us look like we are having a fit.

I hear Gabe crying and another door open. I hear Alex’s raspy breaths and I hear my heart beating so much I think it’s going to pop out of me entirely. Finally, I hear a voice sweep underneath the door to us I know is going to get us both in trouble.

“What is all that banging?”

Alex can’t help but laugh, which sets me off too. Alex still rock hard inside me, my whole family out there in the corridor, Charlie asking why someone’s banging away next door and our future child still warm inside my pussy.

I expect the inevitable, but it doesn’t come. For a moment, when the silhouette of someone appears outside my door, and I expect for the whole world the door handle to start jiggling up and down, I brace myself for the worst, ready to kick Alex away as soon as I see it go, but thankfully, for whatever reason under whatever god is looking down upon us, it doesn’t.

I hear Tracy usher Charlie back to bed. I hear Jack tutting loudly, I hear the toilet flush go and then I see the lights go out and the world sink back into darkness and silence.

“Fuck, that was close”, I say.

“I think it was closer than that, if you don’t get on your back with you legs in the air as soon as possible, we might have to try again.”

I don’t allow him to head back to his room, not after what we’ve done together, so after I’ve let gravity do what it needs to do with his fluids and my body, I strip him fully down and slide him into the single bed alongside me. It’s a tiny space with his huge size, but despite that, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he just insists I fall asleep on top of him, making sure if I have to wake him up early I do so with his dick in my mouth.

We get funny looks in the morning, but nobody says anything to us specifically about what they think they might have suspected we were up to last night, even though on the way back to his guest bedroom in the morning, Alex accidentally bumps into Mark.

I guess families all have secrets they want to keep and mine is probably no different, especially if the reason Mark was up that early anyway was because he was on his way back from Tracy’s room.

Charlie is over the moon with his signed Giants uniform, while Mom seems more pleased than I expect with the bracelet we get her. She even gives Alex a kiss on the cheek, and officially welcomes him to the family.

We pass the day like any family would. We eat, we argue, we drink too much and finally we agree to sing, when Mom refuses to take no for an answer, and every time I look at Alex, I feel my heart flutter.

This is the man that never looked at me. This is the man that decided to wait. And now, this is the man that’s going to be the father of my children. We haven’t even been together three months yet. We haven’t even discussed marriage, but somehow we both know.

And I can’t explain how incredible that feeling is. All I need now is for Alex to accept a transfer to the Patriots and my world will be complete. After this campaign is over, I’ll get working on it right away.

Today, my pussy still warm with his cum, my body still trembling when I think about it, I’m on the top of the world looking out, and the future looks rosier than ever.

Fifteen.

Alex

It’s here. The most important day of my life, and we happen to be in the Superbowl final as well. Lucy has no idea what I’ve got planned for her, which means I win anyway, no matter what happens on the field. This season has been an absolute blast so far, and unless something completely out of the ordinary happens today, we’ll be lifting the trophy for the second year in a row. Seriously, it would take an act of god for the Bengals to beat us. We’ve gone this season unbeaten in every game so far, and this one looks likely to be no different.

They’ve got a lot of fight, and I’ve got a serious amount of respect for the way they’ve played this year, especially with the amount of injuries they’ve sustained, but as soon as this game begins and we get out on the field, it’s going to be war. I don’t like losing, and losing is something I don’t plan to do today.

I didn’t sleep much, but that isn’t unusual, and I won’t let it affect me. I never sleep the day before a big battle anyway, and we’ve had bigger challenges this year we’ve practically walked our way through, so I’m not worried.

I’m nervous, which is good, but I’m nervous about that other thing as well so that might be the reason. It’s not like I’ve never been here before either. The crowd, the noise, the way your heart beats so fast you think you’re about to have a heart attack, the wait to get onto the field and the way the ball feels just that tiny bit different in your hands, I was born for that. The arena is my office, the field my desk, the millions and millions of fans my clients for what I was born to do.