Hot Football Players Novels & Stories

Her eyes opened up big like plates when she realized this was one of the biggest celebrities in every sense. Dominik Weigand was not only captain of the Germany football team and the one player who had scored more goals this season. He was a beacon between hot guys. There is a phrase: “Hotter than Dominik Weigand in his underpants” it was one of her most used phrases with her friends. She had to go up to him and apologize, claiming she had not recognized him. Dominik asked for her discretion, he did not want anyone else recognizing him. She abided and had a their table set up at the VIP room.

MAKE NO MISTAKE, quarterbacks are the prima donnas of football. No one will argue, especially not me. We're also paid exorbitant amounts of money, even though I personally have a long way to go to catch up to the amount Killian MacGregor makes. Three years ago, I had high hopes for the Pronghorns, but if things don't look up this season, I need to keep my options open. Bottom lineI'm tired of losing.

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

A loud cheer erupts in the locker room, and someone even bangs on the lockers. "Logan, meet the boys." One by one, they start introducing themselves. "I'm Cameron Brooks," the annoying guy with the blonde hair and green eyes says, "but my bitches call me Cam." "We're not your bitches, Cam," says the dark-haired one. "I'm Elias Mercer," he continues. "I'm Dylan Foster," another brown-haired guy says. Then he steps forward, the largest in the room. Basically built like a giant. He should be about 6'5", and fuck.

“Thank you.” She bows slightly. “Dinner will be served in a few hours. Please call if you need anything.” When the door closes, I finally let the breath out of my lungs. So those men… those are the mysterious hockey players everyone keeps talking about. The ones the entire country is obsessed with. The Hyacinth brothers—four of the most talented, untouchable athletes in the world and the most private. No interviews. No photos. Just wins and rumors. If I had known this was what I’d be walking into, I would’ve thought twice before signing that deal.

He quickly added. I was beyond surprised he was asking me out. Wasn't quite sure it would be considered a date but it didn't stop the butterflies from blooming in my stomach. Gripping my bag strap I thought it through for a second. However I didn't even need to think about it, I already knew my answer. It's not everyday a hot football player wants to take you out, especially someone like Harold James. "Sure. I'd like that."

HUNTER I get whatever I want, you just name it. My parents were filthy rich and I was in the school’s hockey team, and that was synonymous to everyone falling for my feet Girls wanted to date me, while guys wanted to be me My words alone was like a worship everyone listened to, cool right? And I was getting more famous day by day My team were training hard, our goal was to advance to the nationals and not stop playing at high school, hockey was really my dream, my life, that was why when one of my teammates got injured during the playoffs with another fucking school, it hit me right on the chest

"Can't be so sure. This is just the first half. Anything could happen even in the last minutes." I frowned and turned to her. "Girl, you speak football?" I thought we were here to watch the guys, not the game. "Yeah." Norma nodded. "I'm a huge Steelers fan. Dad and I never miss Superbowl." I looked at her like she just grew a horn in the middle of her forehead and turned into a unicorn. "Damn," yelled Autumn. "Nick is so hot!" I followed her gaze and watched a guy with perfect bronzed six-packs on display squirting some water into his mouth. "Why is he shirtless?" The other players on the bench were wearing their football gear although they took off their helmets.

Célia His lips on my skin are a devouring and gentle fire. When he kisses the inside of my knees, a flash of pleasure so sharp, so unexpected, pierces through me. A moan escapes my throat. His hands, wide and warm, travel up my thighs, pushing aside the panels of my slip. The cool air of the room on my bare skin makes me shiver, but the heat of his mouth, his hands, is far more intense.

I had to raise my drink to him in return. “Ah, American, aye?” “And you’re a Scot, aye?” The bartender laughed. “That sounds terrible.” “Sorry, it didn’t sound right to imitate your accent, but that’s pretty calling.” “Aye. Our football players. Soccer.” “I see. So they’re kinda a big deal around here.” “Aye. Pretty big like Stephen Curry for basketball or Aaron Donald in your NFL. And I just got their autographs and a selfie.” “Wow! So, they’re really a big deal.”