Quarterback Sneak: A Forbidden Sports Romance (Red Zone Rivals)

“Goddamnit, Moore!”

Coach blew the whistle before Leo could even finish the route and run the ball in for a touchdown — which is exactly what he would have done. I ground my teeth before turning to face him.

“Are you trying to piss me off today?”

“I don’t have to try very hard, do I?”

His head snapped back. “Excuse me?”

I bit my lip against the urge to push him more, to fight. He was being more of an asshole than usual, and I knew it was because it was the last practice we had before bowl reveal. He was wound tight, we all were, and tensions were high.

He glared at me for a long while, the rest of the team hanging their hands on their hips and catching their breath. I stared right back, waiting.

“I called a flat. Kyle was your man.”

“And defense was in the perfect position to sack me if I didn’t get the ball out quickly, so I called a slant instead and found Leo.”

“You don’t get to change my direction because of a hypothetical sack.”

“It wasn’t hypothetical. It would have happened. And this is my job as quarterback, to see everything and make changes when needed.”

Coach Lee’s jaw was tight, and every player on the field was tense where they watched us throw down.

“Run,” he said, and then he turned his back and walked to the sideline, knowing without having to watch that we would all do exactly as he commanded.

We ran until we nearly puked.

The rest of practice was brutal, and I was exhausted by the time I dragged my ass up my stairs to my room back at the Pit. A lot of the team was planning on going out, on closing down the bars and sleeping in until the bowl games were announced tomorrow at noon. My roommates were already in the shower. I had no plans of joining them, though. My only plans consisted of me and my bed.

That was, until I opened my bedroom door and found Julep in my sheets.

The sun was setting already, golden light showcasing flakes of dust that danced down to my hardwood floors as I shut the door behind me and dropped my bag. She was a vision in that light, one leg poking out from under the sheets, her head propped on her hand, hair down and a wavy mess as she watched me.

“How did you get in here?”

“That’s the wrong question.”

I smiled, inching toward her. “Mmm… and what is the right one?”

“Can I have one of my Christmas presents early?”

That made me chuckle, but before I could fall into bed with her, she lifted that bare foot of hers that was on top of the sheet and pressed it to my chest to stop me.

When she did, a flash of red silk contrasted with the white of my sheets.

I bit my lip on a groan, trailing one hand over her ankle, down her calf, her thigh, until I could skate a fingertip over that satin tease.

Julep smiled salaciously, and then she slowly peeled the sheets back, revealing herself inch by blissful inch. She kept her dark eyes locked on me, and my cock twitched to life as she spread out and let me take in the full view of her.

She was wrapped like a present, a giant red bow across her breasts and a sliver of fabric sufficing as a thong at the apex of her thighs.

“Merry Christmas, indeed,” I said, and Julep grinned more.

But again, when I reached for her, that damn foot came up to stop me.

“Ah-ah,” she said, and then she slowly climbed off the bed and stood in front of me. I let my eyes rake over her body as she pressed into me, and her hands slipped into the pockets of my joggers, the left one finding my phone and pulling it free. “I think this is a gift you’ll want to remember opening,” she said, tapping the phone screen a few times before she handed it to me.

When she did, the video recording screen was pulled up.

The camera pointed right at her.

I swallowed, trying to find reason through the spell she was weaving. “What are you asking me, Julep?”

She walked around me, fingertips gliding over my arms and back before she paused and reached over where I gripped the phone. She tapped the record button, and then stepped back into frame.

“I’m asking you to record me,” she breathed, pulling at the ribbon tied behind her back. It fluttered to the ground, revealing her swollen breasts. “Make a video of me on my knees for you.”

I hissed a curse as she dropped to her knees, one by one, and when I didn’t follow her with the camera, she reached up and pointed it down at her.

“Focus, cameraman,” she teased. “Don’t want to miss the shot.”

Her grin was playful and teasing as she unfastened the tie around my hips, tugging my joggers down until they hit my ankles. She ripped my briefs down next, and my cock sprang forward, already aching for her.

My breath hitched in my throat as she leaned forward, wrapping me in one hand and smoothing her palm up to my tip before she ran it down to the base. She squeezed with just the right pressure, months of fucking giving her the exact combination to make me groan for her. She smiled when I did, and then she brought my tip to her tongue.

And she looked up at me.

I watched in real time as well as on my phone, the image mirrored, her dark eyes heavy and heated as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

“Fucking Christ, Julep,” I cursed, so turned on I could barely see straight as she flicked the tip of her tongue over me.

I had trouble keeping the phone steady, the camera angled right as she swirled her tongue again, this time sealing her lips over me and diving down until they met where her hand gripped my base.

I saw stars as the sensation rocked through me, and when I moaned, her nipples peaked more. It turned her on just as much as it did me, her on her knees, my cock in her mouth, her eyes locked up on the lens as I recorded her.

“You’re a naughty fucking girl,” I husked as she bobbed up and then back down, taking more of me inside her this time.

“I’ve been so bad,” she agreed with a little whimper of a moan, and then she slicked me again, squeezing her hand in time with her mouth to create the most beautiful, torturous pleasure. She bobbed up, down, again and again, picking up her speed until she released me with a pop and looked up at me while her slobber-covered hand pumped me. “I think I need to be punished.”

I slid my free hand into her hair, guiding her mouth to me again, and then I slammed into her mouth, making her gag.

She moaned even as the reflex took over, that sound enough to tell me that she wanted more. So, I rocked in again, holding her there this time until her eyes watered and she gagged once more. I let her pull back, groaning when I saw the saliva that dripped from her mouth. I ran my thumb over where it slicked her bottom lip.

“Up,” I demanded.

She stood immediately, and I knew she was on track to kiss me, but just like she had on the bed — I stopped her. I whipped her around, hand splaying the top of her back as I bent her over until her hands caught the mattress.

With one hand still holding my phone as it recorded, I ran the other down her back, over the shiny red strap of her thong, and along the plump swell of her ass. She waved it side to side a bit, like she loved the feel of my palm rubbing against it.

Then, I lifted my palm and brought it back down quick and hard, the smack of the hit ringing out in my room.

She gasped, back arching and ass poking out asking for more.

“It’s not punishment if you like it,” I mused, and I spanked her again, this time earning myself the sweetest moan of pleasure.

“Yes,” she begged.

I smoothed the red skin before smacking it again, and she moaned even louder.

Too loud.

I stilled, leaving her long enough to cross back to my door and lock it just in case. Then, I set my phone down, stripped off the rest of my clothes and walked back over to her with the camera still running.

“Quiet, baby,” I cooed as I bent over her, phone in one hand while the other slid down over her ass. I kissed her shoulder as I maneuvered a finger around her thong and pressed it deep inside her. She gasped and arched right into the touch. “Those moans are for me only.”

I stood then, taking my heat with me as I grabbed her thong in my free hand and ripped it over her ass, down her hips, dragging it roughly side by side until I had it around her ankles. Before she could even step out of the leg holes, I licked my hand and ran my wet palm over her, rubbing her clit and adding lubrication to her already dripping pussy.

She reached for me, pulling me to her and lining up my crown with her entrance. She pressed just the tip of me inside her before she released me on a moan, letting me take control. And I kept the camera rolling as I hooked my free hand in the crook of her hip and pulled her onto me, slicking myself with her, filling her all the way up in one brutal thrust.

We both moaned, and the camera shook in my hand as I withdrew and flexed in again. I didn’t know what was sweeter, the feel of her squeezing around my shaft, or the view of me disappearing inside her again and again, the image somehow even filthier on that screen shining up at me.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” I praised, running my palm over her ass as I withdrew. I spanked her, diving back in and reveling in the moan she set free when I did. “So fucking perfect.”

“I want to see,” she pleaded, and slowly, she began to take control of the thrusts, moving her hips back and forth, her pussy swallowing me as her ass bounced against my pelvis. “I want to see you release. I want you to fuck me hard until you paint me with your cum.”

I bit back the curse that automatically ripped from me at the filthy words, at how they sparked the flames licking down my spine. She picked up her pace then, fucking me wildly as I let her take control and kept all my focus on holding the godforsaken camera still and in focus.

She was so wet, so turned on, so free and chaotic as she took exactly what she wanted from me. And it was too fucking hot for me to retain any control. My body shook, eyes fluttering shut before I willed them open again and grunted as my climax caught.

I pulled out at the last second, stroking my throbbing cock as I busted all over her ass, the small of her back, watching her body writhe under me the entire time as she moaned and reveled in earning just what she’d asked for. It was fucking sensational, how she moved for me, the way the last bit of light cast her in a golden glow on the screen, how my cum painted her ass and pooled in the crevice of her spine.

When I was spent, I shook like the biggest chill had just come over me, clicking off the camera and tossing my phone down to the mattress before I collapsed into it, too. I was breathing so hard I thought I might need an inhaler to regain composure, my entire body pulsing.

“Fucking hell, woman,” I breathed, rolling over as she climbed on top of me. She straddled me, reaching behind her and dragging a fingertip through my cum before sucking it right off her finger.

I shook my head, breathing out a laugh.

“My turn,” she said, and then she reached between her legs to where I was starting to soften, and she stroked me, slowly, rolling her body in time with her hands.

Like a puppet under her control, my cock grew hard again, even as I still struggled to catch my breath.

She sank down onto me as soon as I was erect, and we both hissed a moan that rippled through my body like an aftershock.

I held her hips while she rode me, steady at first, and then just as wildly as she had when I was behind her. Her tits bounced as her hands fisted in her hair, and I cursed myself for turning off the camera too early, for missing this view.

She came with a cry that was loud enough to warrant me covering her mouth with my hand. I flexed into her and held her to me until she quivered out the last of her release, and then we both collapsed.

I didn’t have to look to know we’d made a mess, that my sheets were fucked, that the release I’d painted with her had dripped down her back and over her ass and onto me and the bed and everything else as she found her own climax. But I didn’t give a single fuck.

“That gift is for your eyes only,” she said through her panting breaths as she sat up, carefully maneuvering herself off my lap before she reached down for my hand to help me up, too.

I pulled her into my arms when I was standing. “Are you kidding? I’d fucking murder someone before I’d let them see my girl like that.”

“So possessive,” she mused, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing my chin.

“Admit it, you love that I am. You love that you’re mine.”

She leapt into my arms in answer, kissing me hard as I carried her toward the shower.