Locker Room Blitz

5

'I gotta say,' he murmured, 'that was some ride.'

'Totally,' she agreed.

Vic levered himself up and helped her to her feet. He checked the time and the game on TV. 'You've got a couple minutes if you want to wash. I don't' suggest you be in here when the team comes back. Coach frowns on us gang banging pretty women in the locker.' His cheeky grin made her laugh.

'No, that probably wouldn't be the best option, fun though it sounds. Doing an entire football team would be…chafing.'

Vic burst out laughing, throwing his head back in a good belly laugh. 'You are one twisted woman, Angelica. But I like you.'

She winked before going to the showers to wash the combination of her own juices and the condom lubrication from between her thighs. When she finished, Vic handed her a towel. She dressed, minus her thong, before turning to him again.

'You keep the panties,' she said, looking him up and down, wanting to eat him alive again. He was definitely a hot-looking man. All muscles and brawn, just the perfect amount of body hair too. 'I'll never forget this, but I want you to remember it too.'

'No worries there.' He grinned. 'Hey, do you have a card or something? Maybe we could get together again.'

There was no way she could keep the smile off her face. 'Oh, I'd definitely like that.' She handed him a card with her personal cell scribbled on the back of it. 'Give me a call sometime. We'll…see what comes up.' She turned then, heading for her car. Screw the interview. She'd think of something to tell her boss. Right now, she just wanted to get home and into bed. After sex like that, she knew she'd sleep like a baby.

6

Two Months Later…

Angelica sat on the couch, her cat snuggled in her lap, her favorite terry robe wrapped around her. Insomnia had hit with a vengeance since her romp with Vic. The hot chocolate did little to dispel the cold running through her body. She simply couldn't get that sex in the locker room out of her head! That had been the best experience of her life. No matter how much she masturbated, no matter how many lovers she sought out, she couldn't match the intensity Vic had inspired in her. Combine that with the fact that the last truly good night's sleep had been right after she'd gotten home after the best sex of her life, and Angelica was one pissed-off queen bitch.

It was crazy, really. They didn't know each other, didn't know what the other one liked, but in the space of about thirty minutes, Angelica had found more sexual pleasure than in every sexual experience she'd ever had. Vic had been an excellent lover, reading her responses, matching his actions accordingly. He'd seen to her pleasure before his own, making sure he gave as good as he got. That's what was missing in most men today. They were out to get their own jollies off, not caring about their partner's.

There was a knock at the door.

Seriously? At one in the morning?

'Who the fuck goes there at one o'clock in the motherfucking morning?' If her greeting was less than civilized, she blamed it on lack of sleep and the fact that no sane person would be knocking on her door at this insane hour and not deserve to know exactly what they faced.

She jerked open the door, ready to give whoever it was a piece of her mind…

And Vic stood there, flowers in hand, her lacy thong woven intricately among the long-stemmed roses. Instead of intimidation or a look that said he was unsure of exactly how to proceed, a wide grin full of mirth split his face.

'Good morning, Angelica.'

If she hadn't been so thoroughly pleased to see him, she'd have slapped his handsome face. Still, a girl couldn't give in so easily.

'It's been two fucking months. No call. No card. No word at the office you're looking for me. And now you show up on my doorstep at this ungodly hour expecting to spend some quality time between my thighs? How the fuck did you get this address anyway?'

'I'm a star athlete,' he said, smirking more than a little. 'I asked your boss. In exchange for the interview you never provided them, he gave me your address.' There was no repentance on his face or in his voice. He used his fame and notoriety to full advantage and didn't care what she thought about it. “And I didn’t call because we were in the middle of the playoffs. Coach would have had my ass if I’d been distracted by a woman before the Super Bowl.

'Oh, piss off!' No matter how much she wanted a repeat performance, she had to at least pretend to be angry. If nothing else it might make him work that much harder to please her. She tried to slam the door in his face, but he shouldered his way in, chuckling all the way.

Vic sat the flowers on a nearby table before sweeping her into his arms and kissing her soundly. As a token, just to make him think that maybe she wasn't all needy and shit, Angelica struggled, pushing at his chest.

'Now wait just a goddamned minute.' She kept struggling until he let her go. Stumbling a couple steps back, Angelica straightened her robe and smoothed her hair before looking at him. If the grin on his face was any indication, he didn't give a damn if she protested or not. 'Just because I fucked you silly once doesn't mean I'll do it again.'

'I'm willing to bet I can persuade you.' Yup. The man was on a mission and damned if that didn't make her panties wet.

'I could have a man in my bed, waiting on me to come back.'

He shrugged. 'Bring it on. I can swing both ways if it means I get another piece of you. Besides, what kind of man lets his woman answer the door at one in the morning by herself?'

Okay. He had a point there. Angelica scowled at him.

'Bastard,' she muttered before throwing herself back into his arms.

His arms tightened around her eagerly. He was as happy to be here as she was to have him. Then he was kissing her, removing the robe and circling her torso with his arms. Picking her up again, he carried her to the nearby couch. The cat sat primly in the middle, tail curled around her paws, but Vic merely hissed at the animal and swiped at her with his hand. She hissed back but quickly darted off the couch to crouch under the chair, still hissing and spitting.

Angelica laughed. 'That wasn't smart, Vic. Windy can be a bitch if she doesn't like you.'

'Do I look like I care if the cat is angry with me? It's not her I want to fuck.'

'I should certainly hope not.' Happiness and a healthy dose of lust filled Angelica. There was no way to keep the smile from her face as she welcomed Vic into her arms. He hastily removed his clothing and rolled a condom over his thick cock so that nothing was between them but cool air and one thin piece of latex.

Then Vic's body was blanketing hers. Angelica spread her legs to accommodate him, welcoming him. Without further preamble, Vic slid inside her. Angelica cried out, clinging to him, her nails digging furrows in his shoulders. God, he felt good! His cock filled her, stretched her so that she burned. Those big muscles played under his skin as he moved, sending a thrill straight through to her cunt.

Vic's mouth found hers, kissing thoroughly, his tongue twining with hers in an erotic tango. Had her sex not burned slightly with his invasion, she'd have sworn it was all a dream, but she didn't own a dildo big enough to make her burn that good. Vic was real. In her home. Fucking her senseless. And it felt so fucking good she wanted to scream.

She did scream. Over and over again as she climaxed. His movements were just as frantic as hers, their bodies coming together with almost violent passion. Somewhere in the back of her mind,