Would he risk throwing such a deep pass? What kind of question is that?. Of course he would. This is Colt Stackford we're talking about. I watch as he cocks his arm back, and with the expert precision he launches the ball into the air. It spirals in tight circles down the field—10 yards, 30 yards, 50 yards, and then 70 yards into the hands of his receiver. It bounces off of the receiver's chest, and I think it’s going to be a botched pass, but he regains control of the ball in the air, and seeing wide-open space, runs the ball into the end zone.
"Fuck yes!" Colt yells out. "Perfect fucking touchdown!"
There was no denying the win. Colt and Ethan tied on the drills with Ethan coming out on top, and then Colt led his team to victory in the scrimmage. There’s only one thing left for me to do. I give my shirt a slight downward tug to expose as much cleavage as possible and I walk up to him. With my high heels digging into the turf, I know I’m walking with a sultry looking saunter.
"Bravo," I say, clapping my manicured hands as Colt looks at me with the eyes of a hungry savage. "Are you ready for your prize?"
Colt
Is Julianna fucking surprised that I won that scrimmage? Of course, I'm ready to claim my prize. What kind of a question is that? Does she know that she’s dealing with the best QB the NFL has ever seen?
"Look, honey," I say. "I'm Colt fucking Stackford. I was fucking born ready. You should know this, and if you don't, get used it." Women can't get enough of me. I know this and I can see that Julianna's no exception. She wants me. I can see it in her eyes. They’re just begging me to fuck her.
She places her hands suggestively on her hips. I looked at her ass and wonder what it would be like to take her from behind. What would it be like to suck on her hard nipples? What did she sound like in the throes of fucking? There’s so much I want to know. But she speaks and stops my fantasizing. Her moist lips turn up into a smile and she says, "I see you can get good penetration in the backfield."
Damn, this woman is something else. Hearing these words spill out of her mouth makes me so fucking hard. I’ve never had this before. A woman is toying with me. Well, two can play this game.
"I've been known to find the hole and explode through it," I reply. I see her gazing at my massive quads as if she’s sizing me up. Did she just bite her lower lip as she was gazing at the sweat running down my abs and into my pants?
She adjusts her blouse so that her tits are nearly spilling out, and continues to look at me. My God, her body is fucking amazing. She's hotter than any woman I've ever fucking seen in my life. And she’s got a whole lot of sass to go with the sexy. "Looks like you get it off just in time," she smiled again.
Fuck, she’s got no shame. She’s not embarrassed at all. She’s starting to get me kind of intimidated. I’ve never seen an alpha-female before. I need to step up my fucking game.
"It's all about ramming it in for a quick score, honey."
"Quick isn't always best. Sometimes you need to keep pounding it up the middle, if you know what I mean," she says, keeping her eyes on me and licking her lips.
"Especially when you find a tight end," I say, stealing a glance at the tight curves of her ass.
I can no longer tell if we’re talking about football or fucking, but my cock is nearly ready to burst through the tight spandex of my football pants. I can tell that she notices too because I see her just straight up staring at my fucking crotch. That’s right. Staring. Forget what you know about female propriety. This woman apparently takes what she wants and doesn’t care who objects. I’m not sure if I’m able to take much more of this. It's time for me to claim my prize. Isn't that what this was all about? Fucking? But just as I’m about to say something, I see her turn her head and smile sweetly and wave. It’s fucking Ethan Blake. I grit my teeth. Can't that guy get a fucking life? Why is he always finding his way into mine?
"So, your place at 8 tonight?" I ask. I figure I'd throw out a time to get things rolling, and distract her from Ethan.
She laughed. Why is she laughing?
"Not tonight,” she says as if she were talking to a child. “Let's meet after our next practice."
Are you fucking kidding me?
Didn't she just ask if I was rea
dy to claim my prize? I'm ready right fucking now. Not ‘in a moment’. Not after our next practice. Now. What the fuck? I can't remember the last time a woman turned me down, but I've got to play it cool. After all, one of us is getting cut from this team, and it's fucking going to be Ethan, not me. I can't fuck this shit up.
* * *
I wait a full 24 hours.
With helmet and pads in hand, I jog onto the field during our next practice. I can see Julianna standing on the side-lines wearing a dress that hugs her tight curves in all the right places. I can imagine myself fucking her long and hard, my hands gripping her hips. She's the kind of woman you don't come across often. Not only is she smoking hot, but there's something else too. She doesn't take shit from anyone. I like a woman who can hold her own. But I have to stay focused. I've got to land a spot on this team, and that comes down to kicking ass in today's practice.
I heard the shrill pitch of the whistle. "Alright, boys!" Julianna yells. "We're running the same scrimmage! Shirts on defense vs. Skins on offense. Colt and Ethan are the team captains again. No helmets and no pads! We are playing touch football for this scrimmage. Everyone on the field!"
That's right, of course she chose the offensive players to leave their shirts off... Who wouldn't want to see this temple to fucking sin with his shirt off? I slowly peel my jersey off, making sure that Julianna’s nearby. I flex my abs and biceps, and I catch her glancing at my shirtless torso, but she quickly looked away. I guess she was blinded by my perfect manhood. I'll admit, it's a lot for some women to handle.
Oh, wait. Fuck. Her looking away wasn’t embarrassment. She’s staring at Ethan – he’s bent over in a huddle and she’s staring at his ass.
"Huddle up!" I yell. My offense circles around me and I break down the play calling, step by step with the team. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Coach Karl approaches Julianna.
"What's going on? I thought I was running my drills today?" he asks, markedly confused.