Quarterback Sneak Novels & Stories

“I fucked up, Odessa. I left my team without a quarterback.” “What happened, babe?” He turned to me and raised his brow. “Odessa, I want to ask you the same thing, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that story yet. My story’s simple. The Serpents made shit tackles all night, and not one of them was penalised. I went after the defender and made a tackle to keep them off my players. Then I got sent off. Why you’re in a Serpent’s cheer uniform is beyond my reasoning right now.”

"NO! He's overthrown. Such a shame." She leaned down and kissed me softly. "The game is on the line. What will they do? Tight end is in motion," she wiggled her hips, "QB drops back," she rose up again, "Defense is blitzing, wait! It's a shovel pass, right up the middle, the fullback has broken through and there's one man between him and the goal. He breaks a tackle!" Lori rose up quickly and slammed her hips down, taking my entire length. "It's a score, the fans are going crazy, the whole stadium is roaring." She lifted her arms in victory. "TOUCHDOWN!"

‘Yes, sir,’ I bit out. We reset the field, running through play after play for the next three hours. No matter what position the Coach put me in, I avoided being tackled out of fear that it would hurt Scarlett while still managing to be the best player on the team, much to Silver’s dismay. When the coaches finally called us in for our last huddle, I slowly made my way over to stand between Beanie and Wes, with Stu directly behind me. I marveled yet again at their need to protect their future Alpha. I wasn’t even sure that they realized what they were doing. They were all going to make fantastic warriors when our time came. My attention was snapped back to the huddle when Beanie shoved my sho

Danae asks, as she takes her finger out of her pussy and removes her hand from her top. "Um... over... here." Stutters a large white guy, sitting on a bench close to the front. "I'm... the... um... quarterback." He says, licking his lips. "Well." Danae says, sitting on his lap. "When you win." She says, scooting her ass around and running her wet finger under his nose. "I'm going to do you first." She says, pushing her juicy finger into his mouth. "And then, I'm going to do every one of you!" She yells, jumping off the quarterbacks lap and kicking her legs in the air. More hollers and whistles fill the locker room.

“Poor choice of words on my part. Not that it isn’t true because it is but it’s not your fault and I get that. How much do you know about football?” “Not much. I know Owen is the quarterback and that’s like the guy that handles the football, right?” “Yes, you’re right but before he handles it, the center has it. The center is the one that snaps the ball and passes it between his legs to the quarterback. Guess who our center is?” “Gary.” I answered, already suspecting where this was going.

Everything depended on the next four minutes. "Come on, Noah," I whispered. The teams lined up on the field. Noah took the snap, his first as quarterback all night, and immediately rolled right, scanning downfield. Jake narrated for me because I knew very little about football and needed him to explain what was happening, “Now he’s pump-faking… now he’s freezing the safety… now he’s fired a perfect pass to Marcus for fifteen yards. Oh my God, he’s so skilled, that was beautiful.” He muttered, his mouth full of popcorn.

"Drives people insane." "I can see that." Second down. Helmshire abandons the run entirely- one series in- and goes back to passing. Their quarterback drops back, eyes moving, and I watch him flinch before he even sets his feet. Zian hasn't moved. He's just standing there. At the line. Completely still. Weight perfectly balanced. Watching the quarterback with that same expression, patient and cold and quietly amused. The quarterback releases early. Panicked throw, outside the numbers, incomplete.

“I like learning new things about you, Princess.” I shake my head, then gesture to the field. “Tell me who you think the quarterback’s going to pass to.” He looks around the field, then gestures with his chin. “Number fifty.” “Why?” “Fastest guy on the field. He’s been passed to like, five times in the past twenty minutes.” I nod. “Okay, I’ll take you up on that.” We watch the play, the quarterback watching the field before he throws the ball, and it soars over Sebastian’s guy. Number seven ends up catching it and keeps running, scoring a touchdown.

She looked up and caught him looking. He waved out at her but she looked away quickly. Maybe she was just shy? He wandered over to say hello and gave all the girls a sexy smile, sweeping his golden locks back from his face. “Hello ladies…I’m Cory, quarter back of the Lions, you probably saw me at your welcome ceremony but I just wanted to take this opportunity to introduce myself to you all on a more personal level.” He leaned over and reached out to grab Quinn by the hand and pulled her off her seat and started walking away dragging her with him. The other girls descended into whispers and giggles wondering what was going on.

The Warriors still confused at how he had learned all of that but then they weren't called warriors for nothing. So, back on the field; Lucas got into position, right behind the center as quarterback. The big-bodied opponents had been roaring and jeering, mocking them. The invisible whistle had been blown and the game was underway. An underside pass from the center to Lucas . . .he grabs the ball, dashes to the far left where the fullback is in full sprint, charging fast towards the scrimmage line. . .Lucas tosses the ball and the fullback catches it and suddenly comes to a halt at the scrimmage line. . .two Giant tacklers who had already been charging at him, do not anticipate this move and