Football Smuts

DON'T STOP NOW

I skipped another page of my text book, huffing and puffing in annoyance. I was bored out of my mind, unable to entertain myself in any way possible. I've already tried sitting through five different movies, I tried watching reruns of The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air, I even tried sleeping a little. Nothing helped. I've become desperate to a point where I found myself flipping through pages of my chemistry text book.

James should be back from training any second now, so I eagerly jogged downstairs, throwing myself onto the living room couch the moment I heard a jiggle of keys. James dropped his backpack near the door before locking it and placing the keys on the kitchen counter. I heard slow footsteps nearing me and a few seconds later, my loving boyfriend almost crushed me as he threw himself onto the same couch.

"James!" I squealed, covering my face in a protective manner, scared he'd break my nose or something. "(Y/N)!" He mimicked, faking a gasp. "I had no idea you were here!"

"I live here," I spat, smacking his back aggressively.

"Ouch," He sat up, facing me with a forged pout. "That hurt."

"Yeah, right." Rolling my eyes at him, I crossed my arms over my chest stubbornly. James chuckled, and I had to hold back from smiling as he crawled above me. "I'm kidding, baby..." He nudged his nose against mine. I loved it when he came back from training in a playful mood. He never failed to entertain me.

"So what have you been up to while I was gone?" He pecked my lips suggestively.

"Nothing," I sighed.

"Liaarrr," James bit my lower lip teasingly.

"I swear I did nothing interesting."

"But I want to hear all about your day," His lips lingered on my neck for a couple of seconds before he bit the skin playfully. I hummed in response, too dazed in my own fantasies about Jame's soft, plump lips to give a damn about what he was saying.

He fumbled with his belt before discarding his jeans to the side, then pulled his shirt over his head, every single muscle in his body flexing attractively as he did so. This was my guilty pleasure. My boyfriends warm hands found their way up my shirt and he started massaging my breasts, earning an instinctive reaction out of me as I tilted my head back, parting my lips.

James ripped off my shirt, breaking off a few buttons as he spoke again. "Tell me again," he began trailing butterfly kisses down my chest, to my stomach then above the outline of my tight, black skirt. "What did you do today," he repeated his question from before, massaging my thighs with his hand expertly while using his other to pull those sexy Calvin Klein boxers down. "I-I didn't do much," I forced the words out, barely thinking straight for I was mesmerized by the sight before me.

"Go on," He urged, shoving my skirt up. His finger looped around the side of my panties and he pulled them down extremely slowly as I continued to speak, knowing that if I didn't he'd stop.

"I read a book," I gasped as his tip teased my entrance. "But it was boring so I- uh," Licking my lips, I moaned loudly as James entered me, he began thrusting at a slow pace, waiting for me to finish. "Watched a couple of movies," I murmured under my breath, hot and bothered as he began picking up his pace. "Those were boring too and I was getting fed up- so I uh- I tried to get some sleep-p," A whimper left my lips when James' hands began massaging my sides. His hot breath fanned my neck as his thrusts got deeper and faster and I knew he wasn't far from reaching a climax.

"And I couldn't sleep without you by my side," My hands gripped his shoulders in a needing manner, and I pulled him into me, needing every bit of friction he was willing to offer. "Uh-uh," started slowing down when a few minutes flew by without me uttering a word, too intent on being pleasured to gather my thoughts.

"Don't stop now," I pleaded, bucking my hips.

"Keep talking then, princess."

And so I did. "I was getting really frustrated," I gasped when he pulled out of me then instantly slammed back in, causing a rush of pleasure to run through my veins. "So I tried to do some studying..."

James bit onto my shoulder roughly, so very close to coming inside me and I knew what I had to do.

"But I was too distracted... thinking about you," my breathing got sloppier with his thrusts. "And I came down here to wait for you till you got back."

James groaned, against my shoulder before releasing himself into me and he rode out both of our climaxes. "I hope that made your day a bit more interesting," He planted a sloppy kiss against my sweaty forehead and brushed the hair out my face before collapsing on top of me.