Chapter One
Brady
“I've never done it in a skybox before,” she purred.
“Looks like you can check it off your bucket list then, sugar,” I reply.
She gives me a seductive little smile. “Anybody ever say you sound just like Matthew McConaughey when you talk?”
I look at her and smile. “Is that a good thing?”
“It's definitely a good thing,” she says. “It's sexy.”
I flash her a devilish little grin. “Well, alright, alright, alright.”
She giggles and goes back to giving me a mind-blowingly amazing blowjob. I look at the packed stadium outside the windows of my skybox and smile. I love football – almost as much as I love a good blowjob. But football is the thing I'm most passionate about in life. I've loved it since I was a kid, when my dad used to take me to the games. That love affair only grew stronger when my dad, founder of the Keating Technologies empire, bought an NFL team – the San Antonio Copperheads. Which, automatically became my favorite team.
I remember going to the games with him when I was a kid. Dreamed of wearing the black and copper colored uniforms, of making big plays on Sundays. I remember sitting in the big luxury box above the field and taking it all in, thinking it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I remember going down onto the sidelines and into the locker room to meet some of the players – some of my idols growing up.
Of course, back then, I never imagined taking in the games the way I currently was – sitting in my luxury box in a stadium packed to the rafters with screaming fans – and having a gorgeous little blonde face down in my lap working my cock like she had something to prove.
I tangle my hands in her hair, giving it a firm pull as she works her mouth and hand in unison on my thick, hard shaft. She looks up at me with a flirty little smile and a sexy little gleam in her eyes as she traces the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, stroking me at the same time.
The crowd outside the luxury box roars, making me smile down at her.
“Damn, darlin', you're so good, you can get a stadium of sixty-five thousand people on their feet,” I say, knowing full well that nobody can see through the smoked glass tinting of the windows.
“Shut up,” she giggles. “I would kill you if anybody could see us. What would my momma think?”
“Honey, I gotta believe she'd think she raised a damn fine young woman.”
She smacks my thigh playfully and then squeezes the base of my cock nice and hard before taking all of it back into her mouth. She tightens her mouth around me, moving her head up and down, licking and sucking hard and fast. I lean my head back on the chair and moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“You locked the door behind you when you came in, didn't you, sweetheart?” I ask.
She nods and mumbles – it's probably a little difficult for her to talk with her mouth full. She keeps moving her head up and down though, cupping my balls and giving them a firm squeeze, making my breath catch in my throat. This girl has the whole sweet, Catholic, girl-next-door look about her, but there is nothin' innocent about this one – which I'm very happy about. Obviously.
I look at the door again, hoping she actually had locked it. The last thing I want is for somebody to walk in on us during our little tryst. Not that it would be the first time I'd been caught screwing one of the hospitality girls in my skybox. I'm not big on putting on shows for people though. Believe it or not, but I do have some morals – a few, anyway.
I glance at the clock and realize halftime is coming to an end soon. I need to speed things up so I don't miss any of the game. Or the meeting I have scheduled that I'm already dreading.
I pull the girl to her feet and then stand up. She giggles and licks her lips seductively. She is a gorgeous little thing – no more than twenty-two or twenty-three-years-old, five foot three, a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet, with blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a luscious, curvy, deliciously tight little body. A body I can most definitely get used to banging.
And if she behaves herself, maybe we'll just have to have an encore performance at next week's game.
Leaning down, I kiss her hard, cupping her breasts through her tight white uniform shirt. She wraps her legs around my waist when I pick her up and carry her over to the bar, sitting her down on top of it. I kiss her neck as I work at the buttons on her shirt, finally getting it undone.
I drop her shirt on the bar, her bra quickly following. She gasps when I gave her stiff nipples a nice, hard pinch. Leaning down I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as I squeeze and knead her other breast in my hand.
She reaches her hand down and takes hold of my cock, giving it a nice, hard tug. I moan and look her in the eye, enjoying the sensation of her small, smooth hand sliding up and down my stiff cock.
“I don't have much time,” she says, her sweet Texas accent dripping like honey. “I need to get back to work soon.”
“Don't worry,” I reply. “I'll write you a note if you're late. I'm the boss, so what can they do?”
Sliding my hand up her skirt, I grab hold of her panties and slide them down, tossing them on the pile with her shirt and bra. She bites her bottom lip and gives me a seductive little smile. Damn, this girl is sexy.
She parts her thighs as I step forward, positioning myself between them. Kissing her, I slide my hands up her thighs, relishing the feel of her smooth, silky stockings. She reaches over and picks up my black Stetson, putting on top of her head and gives me a flirty little look – and I have to admit, it's kind of sexy.
“Giddyap, cowboy,” she purrs.
“Yes, ma'am,” I say.
I quickly slip on a condom as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me forward. Locking her hands behind my neck, she looks me in the eye and kisses me hard, our tongues swirling together in her mouth hard and fast. She pulls back, a little breathless.
“I need to feel you inside of me, Brady,” she gasps. “Fuck me now, baby.”
Grabbing hold of my stiff prick, she guides me to her hot, wet little opening. With one solid thrust, I drive myself deep into her, making her cry out as I fill her up completely.
“Yes, baby,” she says. “God, yes.”
She is dripping wet and I thrust my hips in a hard rhythm, moving inside of her with ease. I grab hold of her ass and pull her closer to me as I start to bang her harder and faster. Kissing her neck, nipping at it, I run my tongue down to her sweet, perky little tits.
She's moaning loudly, calling my name as I bury my cock into her again and again. I look out through the windows and see the teams are starting to come back out onto the field. She squeals and giggles as I pull her down off the bar, turn her around, and bend her over it, and then give that sweet little ass a firm smack.
She looks back at me over her shoulder, a salacious expression on her face as I push her skirt up around her waist. I take a moment to admire the view of her firm, tight little ass, and toned legs encased in her black stockings and heels.
“You are damn fine, darlin'” I say.
“Thanks,” she purrs. “Now stick it in and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma'am,” I reply – she doesn't need to ask me twice.
Stepping up behind her, I grab my cock and slip the head of it into her opening. I grab her shoulders and pull her back at the same moment I thrust myself forward, driving my cock deep inside of her. She gasps and moans, pushing back against me as I pound her from behind. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I gave it a hard yank, pulling her head backward, making her call my name.
I drive my cock into her harder and faster, relishing the feeling of how tight and wet she is. With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, I slam my cock into her again and again. Her breathing is growing ragged, shallower, and a moment later, I feel her entire body stiffen. A moment after that, she cries out so loud as her orgasm tears through her, I'm half afraid the people in the seats below my skybox heard her.
Her eyes fill with lust and her breathing growing ever more ragged, she looks over her shoulder at me again and smiles.
“Jesus Christ,” she moans. “That was intense. It's your turn now, baby. Come for me.”
As if I need her permission. I thrust my hips harder and deeper into her, feeling the pressure building up low within me. I feel my balls tighten as she pushes herself back, grinding herself against me, taking me even deeper inside of her.
The moment I feel her squeeze me hard with her vaginal muscles – making her feel even tighter – I lose all control. My body shudders and I moan – it comes out more like a growl, really – as I blow my load deep within her.
I ride out the waves of sensation that course through me as my cock pulses and throbs, spilling my seed into the condom. A few moments later, I step back, out of breath and feeling almost lightheaded. I strip the condom off and toss it into a nearby trashcan before turning back to her.
Pulling her close in a tight embrace, I take my Stetson of her head and put it back on mine before giving her a chaste little kiss. Her face flushed with color, she smiles up at me, her eyes wide and dreamy.
“That was amazing,” she says, her breath a little husky. “Really amazing.”
I nod and look out at the field, noticing that they're lining up for the kickoff to get the second half of the game underway.
“Uh huh,” I reply, suddenly distracted by the action on the field now that the action in my box was over. “It was great.”
“I'd like to see you again,” she says.
I nod without looking at her. “Get dressed,” I reply. “You have to get back to work and I have to meet with Rick.”
She looks at me like I'd just slapped her across the face. But without another word, she slowly starts to dress herself, never taking her eyes off of me. I give her a little smile, but my attention is pretty much fixed on the game going on below.
Like I said, football is my passion in life. Always has been, always will be.