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“Wanna dance?” I ask her a second time, standing right behind her as she spins around to see who is in her personal bubble. “I’m not as good as you, but I don’t have two left feet, I promise.” I wink and she laughs, shaking her head.
“You are very persistent, aren’t you?”
“I have been told that before, yes. So, are we dancing or not?” She looks around at all the eyes on us. I know she is thinking about her job. “The season is over. We won. No one cares what you do in the off-season, even if you are doing the winning team’s quarterback.” She blushes, and I love how her smile is like a light.
“I’m Angie,” she says with a sweet, shy look, “And I am not doing anyone, but sure let’s dance, Jeff,” she says playfully, almost joking. Everyone knows my name. It’s literally on my shirt the entire game. “You better not step on my toes with your big feet.” She mocks, and I take the bait.
“You know what they say about big feet, right?”
Angie raises a brow and replies cheekily. “No, what?”
Oooh, she’s a feisty one. I like that, it is sexy when a woman can stand her ground. I don’t like a lady I have to worry about. I have other things that give me anxiety already. I wink at her, and she just starts to move with the start of a new song. I put my hands on her hips and let myself relax just enough to move without being conscious of who is watching.
She smells like cotton candy, and her skin is like velvet when I run my hands up her bare arms. Angie turns around, back to me, her whole body pressed against mine. It’s so hot dancing in here with the lights and her up on me, but I don’t give a shit—her body feels too good on mine to stop this. The music changes to a sultry, salsa-like tune, and Angie’s movements change. They’re slower, and more sensual, making it incredibly hard to hide the fact that I have a massive erection. Not even my tight-fitting jeans can keep my cock where it should be. Not when her ass is rubbing against it. I have zero control. She spins around, crashing into me, and I naturally dip her down low. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I catch her licking her bottom lip before I pull her back up to her feet.
“For a football jock, you’re good at this,” she says into my ear, making my hair stand up.
“I’m a bit old to be a jock but being nimble on my feet helps my game,” I say to her, holding her close, my hand on the curve of her butt. Her ample breasts push against my hard chest. She looks up at me with a sexy grin.
“Your getting-girls-game or the football?” she asks me.
“It hasn’t hurt either, yet,” I reply. She is a cheerleader. She knows who I am—and my reputation is People Magazine worthy—so she knows.
“Are you playing me?” she asks softly, and I pause before answering her. I hadn’t come over here with that in mind. This was not a conquest. I saw her and couldn’t stop looking—but now that I have her up against me, I so badly want to have her naked in my bed. Thing is, I don’t do anything other than games. Not even games. I am a tap-and-go guy. I have no time to do anything else. I cannot add another person’s expectations into my life—it always ends badly. I have tried it before.
“If I am, are you going to stop dancing with me?” I ask her, gripping her tighter, not wanting her to pull away. I hope she doesn’t stop—it feels too damn good.
“No, if you’re playing games, I can play with the best of them,” she says, grinding suggestively against me to the beat. I love how sassy she is. She gives just as good as she gets. “As long as I know you’re not going to fall in love with me or anything, we can carry this on. All night long.” Oh God, did she really just say that? All night—fuck my life, that sounds amazing.
“Your place or mine, Angie?” I tease to see if she is serious.
“Yours since I don’t actually live here and am sharing a hotel room with two other dancers. Orgies are not my thing,” she says, her sassy, sexy voice vibrating against my body and going straight to my dick. Thankfully orgies are not my idea of fun either.
“Let’s go, cheerleader.” I pull her off the dance floor before she can change her mind. My car is parked in the hotel basement, and I hit the down arrow on the elevator about ten times before the doors open with abing. Angie holds my hand, and her grin doesn’t fade, not even for a second. The minute the doors shut and we’re alone—out of sight of prying eyes—I smash her up against the mirrored wall and kiss her. I text the valet service to have my car waiting. I am not about to let her have a gap to change her mind.
My mouth crashes into hers, and she lifts to her toes to kiss me back harder. She grabs handfuls of my ass and holds onto it for dear life. The doorsdingopen in the lobby. I take her hand and quickly lead her out to where the valet is already pulling up my car. The roar of the V8 Mustang engine can be felt as it pulls up. The valet leaves the driver’s door open for me, and I open the passenger door for Angie to get in.
She slides in and I get a great view of those legs before I close the door and go around the idling car. I pull out of there like I am in NASCAR, not the NFL, and floor it down the strip, through the city, and to my building. I don’t want her to have a minute extra to change her mind—because my mind has not changed.
We don’t make it past the kitchen before I pull her into me and start stripping her off her clothing. It’s a rush unlike anything I’ve ever felt. When we’re both naked, and working to catch our breath, I lift her onto my kitchen island without much effort. It’s the perfect height too. I crash my mouth to hers, and she reaches between us to wrap her slim hand around my hard cock. I groan into her mouth when she wraps her fingers around my base and squeezes. Jesus. If she keeps doing that, I have no hope in hell of lasting long enough to get inside her, which is what I really want.
I cover her hand with mine and guide the round head of my cock to her entrance. She’s slick and wet, and I feel her tighten just before I press into her. She sighs into my mouth as I push deeper. Until I’m buried to the hilt in her waiting body. Heaven is what comes to mind. And because she’s flexible, she lifts her legs and plants her feet on the countertop, mewling into my mouth when it sends me that much deeper. I pull back long enough to look into her eyes. Eyes that are filled with lust. Desire. And an impatience that matches mine.
She swallows and licks her lips, her breath catching in her throat. It feels like I should say something, but my mind is blissfully blank. Driven only by my need to fuck like it’s my job.
Reading my thoughts, Angie’s slick sex contracts around my length, and fuck me. If that’s not an invitation, I don’t know what is. I widen my stance and rest my hands between her hips and her torso, moving my hips back. Then I snap my hips forward, and Angie’s breasts bounce with the movement. My skin feels damp already from constraining myself.
She sighs. “Don’t hold back.”
I give her a smirk and press my lips to hers. The thrust of my tongue in her mouth matches my hips. She hooks an arm around my broad shoulders, her nails digging into my hot skin between our heated breaths, and fiery kisses. The only other sound filling the space around us is that of our skin connecting every time I snap my hips. And what a glorious sound it is.
“Jeff,” she cries into my mouth. Then she begs, “Please. I need to come.”
“Got you,” I manage, my body overtaken by so many sensations. I manage to slide my big paw of a hand between us, my blunt fingertip slipping between the lips of her sex until I feel the hard nub of her clit. Her body jolts at the contact and she breaks our kiss. She drops her forehead to my shoulder while I strum my finger over her clit, and I feel the moment she’s about to come undone. So, I chase, thrusting harder until an indelicate scream breaks free from between her kiss-swollen lips. She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, and it sends me over the edge, body jerking as I come inside her. I squeeze my eyes shut and ride it out, feeling the way her body milks mine dry.
After a few long moments, my movements slow, and when I look up, Angie’s skin is flushed and slick with sweat. Her chest rises and falls in an uneven cadence similar to mine as we try to catch our breath. She smiles and it does something funny to my chest. But I return her smile, aware that we’re sticky. And if I were to glance down, I know I’d see the glorious sight of her body sheathing mine.
“That was…” she exhales, pulling at her bottom lip with her teeth.
I chuckle. “Insane,” I supply. Once won’t be enough though, and something in her eyes tells me Angie feels the same.
“Shower?” I ask.
“Depends,” she replies. “Can we do that again?”
My grin is wide, and when I carefully step back, I lift her off the counter and urge her legs around my waist. I turn towards the bedroom and walk us down the hallway until I step through the threshold of the bedroom. I pass the bed, and step straight into the bathroom, glad that my shower is a walk-in. Without another word, I turn the water on and press her against the wall. I’m pretty sure between the two of us we’d be able to keep this up all damn night. There are benefits to having the stamina required for my job, and Angie’s job too. And we make use of it.
