I settled into his lap, his cock finding my waiting * as I sat down, driving him deep into me. Lance’s eyes rolled back in his head as my tight * enveloped him. He moved his hands till they gripped my waist, and I looked down, watching him guide me up and down on his cock.
I had my arms around his neck, and I moved in closer so I could kiss him and rub my boobs on his chest.
We moved slow and sensually, trying not to make any noise. We stared into each other’s eyes the entire time, and I nodded to him when I felt my orgasm coming on. He nodded back and we both sped up a little bit, and we managed to cum within a few seconds of each other.
I collapsed in Lance’s arms, exhausted but feeling nothing but light and pleasure as I pressed my head into his chest and looked up at him. Lance smiled down at me and we didn’t need to speak.
It was perfect.
The next few days passed without much incident. Lance and I didn’t talk again about what had happened - he had other things on his mind and I was mostly preoccupied with helping him get better.
The next game with the Cowboys came and went. As expected, the Cowboys were sorry as always and the Patriots had little difficulty getting the win even with Oliver Lee getting the start.
Before the game, Morris had called me into his office and told me that for the next week or so I’d be needed to help out with Oliver as well as continuing to take care of Lance. I thought the timing was a little weird, but so far Morris had shown no hint that he had any ulterior motives, so I went along with it.
As a result, I watched the game against the Cowboys from the sideline, cheering on the Patriots. Lance actually came too, propping himself up on crutches. The crowd gave him a big ovation when they spotted him on the field, and he waved to everyone, a huge smile on his face.
I watched him be back on the field, and I couldn’t help but feel a little worried despite how happy he looked. I knew it was tearing him apart during the game, watching his brothers compete in front of everyone and not being able to join them.
Still, it was wonderful to see him out of the facility, in the sun, even if only on the sidelines.
After the game was over, Lance briefly talked to Hud and Drake as they came off the field then went back to his room, nodding at me as he passed by. It was weird being around him now that we had had sex again, but I tried to brush away those worries as best I could.
I had work to do, and I was happy to do it, even if it was on Oliver Lee. I headed back to the quarterbacks’ training and recovery room after the game ended, cleaning up and making sure everything was stocked.
All of a sudden I heard a voice behind me. “Good game, huh?”
I turned around, scared for a second, and saw Oliver Lee standing there. “Oh hey, Oliver, there you are. Yeah, good game, congrats on getting your first win. It must feel great.”
He stepped forward, smiling that All-American smile of his. He’d taken off his jersey and football pads, and put on a team t-shirt instead. He was in very good shape, but somehow his muscles just didn’t do it for me. “Certainly beats losing by a country mile, that’s for sure.”
“Losing by a country mile, or losing, by a country mile?” I asked with a smile.
“Huh?” He looked confused, and confused was not a good look for Oliver Lee. He looked much better when he was just going with the flow.
“Never mind. What can I do for you?” I knew what the answer was going to be, but I was hoping I was wrong.
“Morris says we’ll be working together for the next week,” he started.
“Yeah, he told me before the game.”
Oliver flashed his teeth. “Might as well get started, I’m here for a post-game massage.”
I took a deep breath and looked down. I hadn’t been wrong after all. I sighed and looked back up. “OK, sounds good. Get up on the table.” I nodded toward the nearest table and Oliver jumped up on it, relaxing against the inclined back.
I started with his shoulders and arms, having him turn over so I could work his back after a few minutes. “Tell me about the game today, Oliver. What was different?” I wanted him to give Lance the credit for helping him out.
“Lots of preparation, and I think things finally started clicking this week. I got in tune with the receivers, the offensive line played really well, and the game plan was solid. A good team win.”
I laughed so hard I almost snorted, and Oliver shot me a questioning look. “I’m no stranger to Patriots-speak, Oliver, you can drop all that crap with me. Give me the real story.”
Oliver grinned. “I balled out of control.”
“Yeah?” I really wanted him to at least acknowledge that Lance had been instrumental in making this win possible. “That must have felt great. What do you think clicked?”
Oliver looked blankly back at me. “It all started to make sense, I just got the hang of things finally.”
I sighed again. “That’s great to hear. Hopefully the wins keep coming.”
“Yeah, they will.” There was that irrational confidence Lance mentioned, rearing its head again. “I don’t plan on going back to being a backup.”