Page 29 of Flip the Field
Amerie
It wasa good thing I was such an overachiever. When Brady and I were at my place together, I got no work done. He was a sexy distraction and I couldn’t keep my hands off of him.
I made it to one of his games and dragged April with me. Without Brady on the field, I wasn’t interested in the game, just in being there to support him. April read a book on her phone while I watched TikTok videos, so neither of us saw Duncan get hit, only the aftermath of him writhing on the field in pain when the crowd’s gasps made us look up.
There was a weird buzz in the air as Brady warmed up on the sideline.
“Oh, my God, Brady’s going in!” April shrieked. I pried April’s nails from my arm.
I held my breath along with five thousand other fans as Brady stepped into the huddle. He seemed to talk to each guy and they all broke the huddle in unison with a clap of their hands.
They walked up to the line. Brady stood a few feet behind his center.
“Hut, hut, hut hut.” He said in quick succession. The center snapped the ball. Brady palmed it, dropped back, pulled the ball back, and launched it thirty yards into Matthews’ waiting arms in the end zone. Touchdown!
April and I turned to each other and screamed as the stadium erupted.
The touchdown had the same effect on the defense. They put a stop to the other team’s scoring and didn’t allow a single point in the second half. Brady went on to score four more passing touchdowns and the Bears won the game, 38 to 21.
The team made it back to campus before us. Brady arrived on my front step as I pulled up. The grin on his face did things to me.
“Hey, beautiful,” The cocky grin made me squirm.
“You were amazing out there.” I stepped into his embrace. He pushed the hat off my head and pulled me to him.
“You liked that?” The sexy grin made my core tingle.
I bit my lip and nodded.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Brady took the keys from my hand, pulled me to him, and devoured me with his lips. His tongue explored my mouth and he nipped at my lips. He lifted me in his arms and pushed my back against the front door. I wrapped my legs around his waist and sank into the kiss.
He opened the door and stepped inside. He went straight for my bedroom and we both fell onto the bed. “I want to be inside of you, now.”
I nodded and pulled at my clothes. Why was I wearing so many clothes?
Brady shrugged out of his coat. He tore off his suit jacket and then pulled his white button-down shirt and white undershirt off over his head in one move. He toed out of his shoes while working on his belt.
“Hurry up.” I’d removed my boots and threw them off the bed. My sweater quickly followed. Brady finished before me and helped me out of my bottoms with the same method, as my panties along with my tights and skirt all left my body like in some kinky magic trick.
I removed my bra as Brady crawled up on the bed and between my legs. He entered me with no warning, no preamble, no teasing. It took my breath away. He settled between my spread legs for a minute. He stared into my eyes and brushed my hair to the side. He laid tiny kisses all over my face. And, when he was good and ready, he fucked me.
“Oh, God,” It was the only way to describe it. He worked his hips, rocked them back and forth, and, for a change of rhythm, in a circle. It had me screaming his name.
“Brady—”
He cut off my moans with a brutal kiss. “So good. Fuck, Amerie. Love fucking you.” He panted against my lips. He gripped my hair and yanked my head to the perfect angle before he took my lips again. My core tightened, coiled up around the in and out motion of his cock. He broke rhythm and laid down on me. He kissed me so hard I couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t care. The angle hit differently in this position and the spark he had ignited burned around my core.
“Come with me,” he whispered in my ear and it set off the flame and consumed me as my body shook and exploded. Brady's orgasm overtook him as he roared in my ear and took me to another level. Afterwards, he rolled onto his side and placed a hand over my chest in an attempt to settle my crazy beating heart.
“Thank you,” I managed between labored breaths.
“For what?” He sat up on his elbow.
“For more orgasms,” I ran my hand down his chest.
He chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
