Her Sensual Right Winger

Man of the match

***six months earlier***

“You kissed Stephany?” Lola asked, angrily, after storming into Lamar’s flat and banging the door. She was so angry, she did not even greet Lamar’s friends who were seated on the couch, playing video games.

“Babe?” Lamar called her lovingly, surprised by her attitude.

“You kissed Stephany?” Lola asked again, fuming.

Lamar cursed under his breath while his friends stood up and quietly walked out one after the other.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said, the moment they were alone. He had hoped that she would not find out about that.

“How is that?” Lola yelled. “Because here, it looks like you are kissing another woman!” she shouted, waving her phone on his face.

On the phone screen was a photo of him and Stephany she found trending on social media.

Lamar looked at the seemingly intimate photo and sighed. The angle from which that photo was taken spoke volumes but he will deal with that later. He definitely needed to explain himself to Lola now.

“Babe, I swear, it’s not what it looks like. Steph was at the party I attended last night. I thought she was drunk and I helped her home,” he summarised the previous night’s events. Too much detail would definitely make the situation worse.

“I promise you I had no hidden agenda, I just wanted her to get home safe but she unexpectedly kissed me when we reached her door,” he explained. ”I swear, it’s the truth,” he added.

Lola laughed, shaking her head in disbelief, not believing a word he said. She clearly saw him flirting with Stephany a day before. He had called it innocent at the time, but this photo proved otherwise.

Lamar sighed. He was aware that his explanation was not very convincing when going against that photo, but he hoped that Lola would believe him because that was the honest truth. While he shamelessly flirted with Stephany and other women, he has never cheated on her and had no intentions of doing so.

“Steph? Is that what you call her now?” Lola asked, glaring at him. She was so jealous, she did not hear anything else he said after that.

“Babe,” he called her lovingly, looking at her with pleading eyes.

“Leave me alone, Lamar. I hate you!” Lola yelled, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Okay,” he said, walking towards the door and locking it.

“What do you think you are doing?” she asked when he pressed his body against her back and cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezing them before both his hands slowly moved down her waist.

“What does it look like?” he asked, his warm breath touching her ear and his raw voice evoking emotions she did not need at that moment.

Her heart already pounding, Lola knew that she could walk out . Lamar had intentionally left the key hanging on the door and he was not really holding her back. She knew that he was consciously giving her a way out if she really wanted to go, because he was not the type to take any woman against her will.

Even in anger and not really believing his explanation about Stephany, her body would not let her walk out.

She gasped when he lifted her dress up, his skilful hands brushing against her thighs before he moved her panty to the side and started stroking her clit.

She closed her eyes, cursing inside as she lost the battle before even landing on the battlefield. Lamar always knew just where to touch to get his way with her.

Already moist, ready for his ere*t manhood that was pressing against her buttocks. Lola did not resist when he bent her forward, pulled down her panties and positioned himself inside her.

Bent over the couch with him holding onto her hips and thrusting deeper inside her, Lola moaned louder with his every movement.

“Oh! Yes! Ah!” Lola could not help herself. The reason she came to his flat was completely out of her mind.

“You hate me, right?” Lamar asked, slapping her butt cheeks while riding her faster, making her whole body convulse into multiple orga*ms before he groaned, reaching his peak.

Laying on the couch with her still breathless on his chest, Lamar looked directly at her eyes.

“Woman, I love you. I am only yours. Get that into your thick skull,” he said before planting a kiss on her lips.

Lola nodded with dreamy eyes, defeated.

*A day earlier*

“Lamaaaar!” Screams filled the Leap University sports complex. An exhilarated wave of home side students rising to their feet. If the past was anything to go by, this was it. This was them taking the inter-varsity rugby season trophy. Lamar Lorgan was in possession of the ball and he has never disappointed them.

With just a minute left on the clock, Lamar knew his next move would be a decider between a win and a tie. The latter was not acceptable in his books. He could not afford even the slight mistake. The 80-minute game had come to this. The whole match had been too close for his liking. Suddenly all eyes were on him, every one of his teammates and university student’s hope on his shoulders. It would be too much pressure for most, but he thrived in these situations. Strong legs and speed his biggest assets, sweat dripping down his brow, he charged forward. It was now or never, he could see the goal post a few meters away, he jumped off the ground, propelling his hefty body forward…..

“Ladies and gentlemen, with fifteen seconds left on the clock, it’s the right winger Lamar Lorgan,” the commentator shouted with excitement. He would also jump to his feet like the students if it was not for the headphones with a very short cord, forcing him to remain in his seat.

“He is fit, extremely fast, just watch him go and he crosses the line!” the commentator shouted excitedly as Lamar pressed the ball on the goal line, scoring a try.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, Lamar could hear his name shouted amongst the loud screams. These were the moments he lived for. He did it, the sweet victory was theirs. He hit his chest with a grin on his face just before his teammates came around to embrace him.

With all the publicity he was getting and his performance, he hoped that soon he would get a contract with the big league teams in Leap.

“It’s 25points for Leap University and 20 for University of Frolik. Let’s see if there’s a conversion, no, that’s outside the goal line,” the commentator shouted right before the whistle went off, signalling the end of the game.

“Leap University takes the inter-varsity trophy! This young man never ceases to disappoint, Lamar Lorgan is definitely the name on everyone’s lips this season. What a game! What a finish!” the commentator concluded the inter varsity tournaments.

A few minutes later, Lamar walked out of the sports complex with a swag. Tall, dark, oozing with confidence, the girls gasped. Add his masculine body, Lamar was no doubt one of the most handsome guys on campus and he knew it.

“Lamar!” the cheerleader Stephany called, twisting her hair loc and fluttering her ridiculously long sexy eyelashes.

“Hello Gorgeous,” Lamar responded with a husky voice, flashing her his breathtaking smile before his wondering eyes looked at her from head to toe.

“Great work on the field today,” Stephany said, giggling.

“You know that I always aim to impress. How do you plan on rewarding me for that?” he asked, making her blush. He knew when a girl was in to him and Stephany was as good as a done deal.

“Ahem!”

Lamar froze for a second before quickly signalling Stephany to leave. He did not need to turn around to know who was behind him. That unmistakable was his girlfriend's voice.

“My Angel,” he beamed, turning all his attention to the gorgeous, dark, 5.5 feet-tall woman glaring at him.

Lola did not respond to his loving address. Whenever Lamar was not on the field, he was surrounded by women, beautiful ones at that. Not that it had ever been different at any moment in their relationship.

“Come on, Babe. It’s just harmless flirting, you know that you are the only one,” he said charmingly, melting her heart.

Lola’s cheeks started burning. “This man was just too smooth,” she thought to herself. Lamar could sweet talk her into anything. That’s how she still fell for him and became his girlfriend even when she knew his reputation.

“That’s what I’m talking about. How about we go to my flat and destress?” he asked mischievously, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

Passersby watched the couple with envy, some green with jealousy. The cheerleader, Stephany, was in the latter group. Lola was undoubtedly hot, but so was she. Men melted at her sight, while Lamar shamelessly flirted with her. He never really capitalised on his flirtation. He always gave Lola his full attention, it was frustrating Stephany.

Lola nodded, her heart already pounding and her underwear damp. Lamar had this incredible ability to get his body to respond to him no matter how much she tried to resist him.

A few minutes later, they walked into Lamar’s flat and started undressing the moment the door closed behind them. Pressed against the wall with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, Lola moaned as 70 kilograms of pure muscle rocked her. His eyes never left hers and his manhood thrusting deeper inside her, unleashing waves upon waves of electric sensations, guaranteed to drive her to her peak over and over again.

Collapsed, exhausted in his arms, Lamar carried her to his bed with his manhood still pulsating inside her.

Not even close to being done with her, he gently laid her in the middle of the bed before pinning her arms above her head. Using all his energy, he rode her with the same passion he showed on the field.

An overachiever by nature, Lamar believed in the concept of ‘go big or go home’ and gave his all in everything he did. Be it his performance on the field or right now on the bed.

With her legs opened wider for him and her back arched, repeatedly welcoming his gifted size deep inside her, Lola’s moans and screams grew louder, fuelling his energy which came with the insanely fast pace. Lola could not keep up with him despite her best efforts.

Two hours later, Lamar got out of bed, completely refreshed and ready to take on the night.

“I’m going to meet the guys for drinks tonight. Don’t wait up,” he said before planting a kiss on her forehead.

Lola nodded, falling back on the bed, exhausted. She was always amazed at how he could still stand and even go out after their passionate make-outs when she could barely keep her eyes open.

Dressed to impress, Lamar left his flat to claim his spotlight and trophies as the man of the match. They won the tournament and beat all their loud rivals. The team was in great spirits and bound to celebrate the whole night. The venue was already packed when he arrived. Standing at the door, he scanned the hall. Loud music, bodies on the dance floor. Hefty proud rugby players with drinks on one hand and insanely beautiful women on another and a lot of making out. He shook his head when he noticed some of his teammates returning with partners to the dance floor coming from the direction of the bathrooms.

“The dogs have definitely got some and it would not be the only time they make that walk but with different women that very night,” he thought to himself. That was the game he knew very well because he used to be the leader, but not anymore. A lot really changed with him when he met Lola.

He was still in deep thoughts when the DJ announced that the man of the match had arrived and chaos broke loose.