Authors Note: A reviewer had asked me to do one about the super bowl. I know that I am really, really late with it but here it is. It's ridiculous that my mind was so blocked when it came to this story. Anyway I hope you like it.
By the way I am a Steelers fan (without having to watch a single game since I'm not into football but it's great when they win) so I'm biased when it comes to them lol.
Game Day (Super Bowl)
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"Who are you going for?" Lucas asked as he sat down on the couch, turning on the TV eagerly anticipating the Superbowl.
"Duh the Pittsburgh Steelers!" Brooke said as she put down the trays of hot wings and sliders on the table in front of the couch.
Lucas screwed up his face at her answer. "But they suck—you're better off going for the New York Jets."
Brooke rolled her eyes, as she set a bowl of chips down as well as some dip. "I like who I like. And the Steelers does it for me."
"But why though?"
Brooke's eyebrow hiked at the question, "Do I ask you why you always go for the Jets or the Packers?"
Lucas started counting down on his fingers saying, "One because they're awesome. Two because they rock. And, oh yeah, did I say that they're awesome? Yeah I think I did."
"Steelers are pretty good too—"
"Ha! That's a laugh. Besides I thought that you hated football—"
"I do when it comes to Holidays and big events! But this is separate! Game Day is a special event of its own."
"You still haven't told me why you love the Steelers so much."
Brooke tapped her chin then stated off the top of her head, "Well for one they have Antonio Brown who is the best wide receiver out there. Then there's cornerback Artie Burns who has a total of 64 combined tackles, 13 passes defensed and three interceptions. That made him the team's fifth-leading tackler, second-leading defender of passes and tied for first for interceptions." At his stunned look she said, "That's right I keep up with stats too."
Lucas smirked, "Okay since you say that they're so good…how about a bet?"
"I don't bet."
"Why? Afraid that you're gonna lose?" he asked with a cocky confidence that kind of rankled.
"Nope. I just don't bet."
Lucas looked at her then said, "I bet that's it. You're just afraid of losing because you know that your team sucks ass."
Squaring her shoulders she finally gave in saying, "Fine! What are the terms?"
"Whoever team loses has to call one of our friends and hold a conversation for a set period of time while you—I mean the winner has to perform oral sex or some other highly-stimulating act on them. Failure to keep composure will result in rather significant embarrassment."
Neither liked being embarrassed in that way. So the stakes were pretty high. But she found herself saying, "You're so on!"
Brooke and Lucas watched the game intently, booing when the referee made really bad calls, setting a team back. She munched on chips with a smile as her team caught up with his.
"Oh come on! What are you doing?!" Lucas shouted to the TV, unable to believe that his beloved team was now losing to the Steelers. The worst team in the league in his opinion. "Pick up the ball you fucking moron!"
"Ha ha, looks like you're losing this…" Brooke said smugly, slightly gloating.
Lucas glared at her, "Its just the first half. They have plenty of time to turn it around."
She examined her nail as she said, "Whatever you say hubby."
Brooke picked up a hot wing and stripped it to the bone, relishing the spicy heat of the chicken as she watched her team make another brilliant play. She almost laughed outright at the look on Lucas's face, the frustrated bewildered look locked on his face.
"What is happening right now! No, no, no, no, nooooo!" he groaned as the game was almost over. Pittsburgh had 49 while the Jets were far behind with 26.
Brooke was doing the happy dance around the room by the time the game was over. "How does that humble pie taste Lucas?!" she laughed in his face.
Lucas laughed and shook his head, "You just got lucky—"
"Noo, my team was awesome while yours kept dropping the ball—literally!" she cackled, loving that she won. She then handed him the phone and said, "A deal's a deal Broody!"
"Now?!"
"Yup. Call up Nathan!" she said with a evil smirk, her hands already undoing his jeans.
Lucas shook his head in dismay while he dialed Nathan's phone number. "You're evil…"
"Hey I'm not the one that insisted on betting on the game. That was all you baby." she said with a seductive smile before taking out his flaccid member.
"Hello?"
Lucas had been praying that his brother didn't answer. But obviously today was not his day considering that he lost the bet that he was so sure that he would win. "Hey Nate…did you just see the game?"
"Man I know. I lost two hundred dollars on it. I thought for sure the Jets would win…"
Lucas held in a gasp as he felt Brooke's hand glide up and down his cock. "Shit m-me too…personally I think that they cheated."
Brooke paid him back with a pleasurable squeeze, a knowing smirk gracing her face. Lucas watched her avidly while trying to listen to his brother echo his own feelings about the worst game the Jets ever played. He breathed out a shuddering breath unknowingly as she gently took hold of the base of his penis in her hand and then used her tongue to slowly lick it from the base right to the tip.
"Y-yeah I soooo agree." Lucas said desperately, trying not to be too obvious but it was really hard. In more ways than one. Especially when she took him in her heated mouth.
Lucas knees went weak from both the suction, her soft hands continuing their stroking motion. He ceased speaking as she kept him in her mouth while using her skilled tongue to twirl and swirl around his cock, massaging his penis as she did.
His head felt woozy as she continued to drive him completely crazy, phasing out what Nathan was going on about as she used her tongue to focus on just the head of his penis, her seducing eyes locked on his while he was lost in the extremely sexy visual of her pleasuring him.
"Oh shiit…." he groaned as she gave some attention to his testicles, licking them at first before taking them into her mouth and gently suck and softly squeeze them. "Yeessss…"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Nathan said after hearing the weird sounds his older brother was making.
"N-n-nothing m-man…I'm listening…" he panted, as she went back to his cock, practically swallowing him whole, taking him deeply. "Fuck!" he exclaimed as he felt the back of her throat, then somehow managed to cover the pleasured expletive with a, "I'm just thinking about how badly they screwed up the entire game."
"I know what you mean…especially when that useless quarterback had so many goddamn fumbles."
"Mmm-hmmm…" he moaned, too far gone to be embarrassed by the noises he was unknowingly making. He hissed, cursed, groaned and moaned as she continued her skillful oral assault, his hand now gripping the back of the couch desperately to stay upright.
"Um, okay Luke I gotta go…seems like you're—I don't know what the hell is going on with you but I don't need to hear it in my ear. Bye." he quickly hung up.
Lucas tossed the phone on the couch then took both hands and released her chocolate tresses from the ponytail she had sported in honor of the Super Bowl, until her hair came tumbling down around her shoulders. And surprisingly enough that was what brought him over, spilling his essence on her tongue, down her pulsating throat which sent an extra thrill down his spine.
Brooke tucked him back in his jeans then softly patted him after zipping him up. She kissed him on the cheek then strolled away like a boss.
Lucas quickly followed after her and lifted her off her feet and brought her to the bedroom. He playfully tossed her on the bed and flipped her over, thankful that she had decided not to wear pants today and that the skirt lifted a bit, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Naughty girl…" he said, instantly turned on again at the sight of her bare sex underneath her short skirt. He pushed her thighs apart, his eyes gleaming with lust as he stared at her wet pussy. He licked his lips and buried his head between them and tasted her humid center.
Brooke didn't have time to say a word. All she could do was grab ahold to the linen and hang on as his mouth devoured her without much warning.
She closed her eyes and cried out his name as he flicked his tongue against her clit until she arched into his mouth, needing more. Brooke moaned as Lucas massaged her ass, the combination of his mouth expertly suckling her pearl while his hands kneaded her flesh felt really intense. Brooke screamed her ultimate pleasure as her climax overcame her, the sensations both powerful and earth-shatteringly too much.
Lucas rolled her over until she was facedown. He stripped out of his clothes and was on top of her and inside her before she even knew what happened. Brooke cried out as another mini climax crashed over her at the entrance of her husband's hard cock. He hissed, feeling her sheath grip him tightly, his hands gripping her ass as he thrust even though Brooke kept her legs closed tight, causing the ultimate friction as he thrusts in and out of her body.
"I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow so fuck me harder." she moaned, needing more.
Lucas did as she demanded and fucked her ruthlessly, bringing her up to her hands and knees. He watched diligently as his cock disappeared into her depths, the sight damn near undoing him. But he kept watching because he loved it, loved seeing, feeling and tasting her. Speaking of… Lucas moved her hair to one side and began suckling her neck, his hands playing with her breasts, toying with them at his leisure.
Brooke on the other hand was on a sensory overload, his left hand made a journey between her thighs and was playing with her engorged and sensitive clit, the sensations building and building until she was lost in pure white ecstasy, almost blacking out completely from it.
Lucas was not far behind, his cum jetting inside her quivering and lusciously wet core, his pleasure immensely intense to where he had no strength to stay upright. After removing himself from her, Lucas tried not to crush her by rolling to the side.
Both were tired but satisfied.
"We should soo make this a tradition for Game Day." Brooke panted drowsily.
Lucas groaned as he thought of his embarrassing conversation with his brother and said, "How the hell am I going to look him in the face whenever I see him?"
Brooke laughed at his expense and kissed his lips saying, "You'll be alright. Next year you just might win…"
