Quarterback Sneak の小説・ストーリー

The guy who caught it managed to get about fifteen yards before Detroit piled onto him. Special teams ran off, and Richmond's offensive line trotted onto the field. I kept my eyes glued to Leo, darting now and then to the quarterback, Gideon Maynard. Leo had mentioned Maynard before; they weren't as close as Corey and Leo were, but everything he'd said about the QB had been positive. I let my gaze wander over the women around us, curious to see what kind of wife or girlfriend he might have. "Does the quarterback have anyone here?" I bent my head close to Ellie to ask her the question.

again, the version who didn’t let anything distract him from the next snap, the next read, the next win. They didn’t see the cracks spiderwebbing underneath. Like the overthrow in Tuesday’s red-zone drill. Ball came out clean, tight spiral, perfect arc—except I hung it half a second too long. Receiver had to lay out full extension, fingertips barely snagging it before it hit the turf. Coach’s whistle sliced the air. “Cruz! Timing!” Teammates laughed it off—“QB-1 got a daydream?”—and I flashed the signal for reset, jaw locked so tight it ached.

No way he could not feel how I was reacting, mo way he could miss the way my breathing had gone shallow. “Cut it out” I warned, grabbing his wrist to pull him off but he resisted leaning in more, his forearm flexing as he held position. “Relax quarterback” he murmured his mouth close enough that his lips almost brushed my skin. “I am just doing what the coach said.” His fingers moved again sliding along the seam of the jock tracing the ridge of my shaft through the mesh. The contact was light but electric and my hips jerked up before I could stop them.

With one minute to go, my heart about to completely explode out of my chest, they set up the play. “Ready? Set! Hike!” The ball flies into Asher’s hands, and he fakes a pass to a player behind him. He turns and sprints as his teammates push players out of the way, hold others back, or run behind their quarterback as he grows closer to the endzone.

The team's offensive coordinator stood right beside him, his arms crossed over his chest, watching his new quarterback with an intense focus. "The secondary is running a late disguise on the safety rotation, Cole," the coordinator said, his voice sharp against the stadium noise. "You have exactly three seconds after the snap to identify the trigger and make the adjustment. Are you going to keep staring at the grass, or are you going to move the line?"

Brett's imposing figure loomed before me, his piercing hazel eyes seeming to see right through me. The quarterback's rugged charm was undeniable, from the chiseled lines of his athletic build to the unruly mess of dark hair that framed his strong features. The overwhelming scent of Axe body spray clung to him like a cloud, an unmistakable signature that seemed to announce his presence. As he stood there, clad in his worn quarterback jersey, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the sheer force of his personality.

I hadn't played ten games in the last season and the way I was feeling, I didn't know if I would play again. I was going to be one of those quarterbacks that re-tired early. Shit, I was only twenty-eight, yet I felt like an old man. Too scared to run, pass, or do anything in case something else snapped. The guys were acting nice about it. Telling me to get a grip and that it was all about the game, but I was so fucking scared of doing anything, including sex! "You need to get back out there. What happened to Casanova Sebastian?" Mason said as he passed me another beer.

"It's third quarter, and his team is down by like thirty points. He comes back from getting a beer, leans over the back of the couch, and whispers in my ear, 'I bet you a blowjob that my team wins.'" "Now, Jake was gay, so I knew he wasn't kidding, and I was between girlfriends, at the time, plus I knew there was no way they could turn the game around in three minutes, so we shook on it." The next play, my quarterback gets sacked so hard he has to leave the game. The second string guy was so bad, I think they went to the local high school and got him ... off the basketball court!" "His first pass is intercepted and run back for a touchdown. Then, he fumbles a hike, and that gets run in for a

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.

‘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