Consumed: A MMA Sports Romance (33 page)

It shocked me to see the house totally
empty. “Everyone’s out at parties,” Zack explained. “Our sister sorority is
throwing a victory party—if we’d lost, they’d have changed it to a condolence
party.”

He grinned at me as he led me through the
door. Without droves of people in the place it was easier to see that at one
point it had been a really impressive house—huge, with wood floors and strong
walls. There were scuffs and the monkey-house smell of a bunch of guys all
living in one place, some of whom didn’t take as much trouble to stay clean as
they should, but it wasn’t positively gross.

“I’m kind of surprised this place isn’t
dirtier,” I said, sitting down tentatively on one of the couches in the main
common area.

Zack laughed. “We make all the pledges
keep everything tidy. It’s part of their job as the newest members; instills a
sense of pride in the frat.”

I chuckled. “That’ll do it, I guess.”

Zack grinned. “Yeah, some of the guys get
a little too into it; one of them cleans the baseboards with his toothbrush.” I
shook my head at that. “Hey, hang out here for a second; I need to find my
keys.”

I shrugged. It wasn’t exactly
spick-and-span in the common area, but I had come to the conclusion that I
wouldn’t contract an STD from the leather couch, and I was happy enough to stay
seated for a few more minutes.

“I’ll be here.”

Zack went off to his room and I looked
around. The frat house was enormous, and it was almost a little creepy to be in
it while it was so empty. I had managed to avoid all of the frats and
sororities since I’d started the semester, at least until the party that Jess
had dragged me to. If I hadn’t known that this was the ‘bad boy’ frat on
campus, I wouldn’t have been able to tell it from what good shape the whole
place was in. It had the guy-reek, but the floors were clean and free of vomit,
and the furniture was in good shape. I didn’t want to necessarily think of what
all had gone on in the common area over the years, and I was sure that if I took
out a black light, there would be more stuff on the walls than I would be
comfortable knowing about, but for the moment it was decent.

Zack appeared once more a few moments
after he had left, jiggling his keys to show he’d found them. He leaped over the
back of the couch and came down next to me grinning.

“Why didn’t you join any sororities when
you started?” he asked me curiously. “I mean, I know you’ve got your grades and
all that, but the sororities are good for connections—good for networking.”

“It just didn’t really seem like my
scene—throwing parties and stuff like that.”

I knew for a fact that some of the
sorority sisters were pretty smart; that their giggling, wet t-shirt antics
were only a counterpoint to sharp minds. But I couldn’t see myself fawning over
some guy in a toga, or spending my time in a house with dozens of other girls.
It was more than enough to hang out with Jess and hear about her conquests.
Zack leaned against me slightly.

“Hey, I remember you gave great shoulder
rubs back when we were in high school,” he said, giving me a suggestive look. I
rolled my eyes. “No really, you were great at it—better than the physical
therapists here. Can I get one from you now?”

I sighed. I shouldn’t—it was stupid—but I
couldn’t completely deny him, not after he had won the game and not when he was
going to drive me home.

“Turn around,” I said, stretching my hands
and warming them up.

Zack turned his back to me and I reached
up, running my fingers along the velvet-soft skin of his neck. He was a little
sunburned in the gap between the helmet and his pads and jersey, the skin
darker there than it was anywhere else. I started kneading away at the knots of
tension I found along the back of his neck, working my way down to his
shoulders. Up close, I could tell that Zack had managed to find time for a good
shower after the game, before he’d shown up at the gate where I was waiting for
Jess; he smelled clean and fresh and he still wore the same cologne he had when
we were in high school together. I smiled to myself at that fact, shaking my
head where he couldn’t see, paying attention to giving him a good, thorough
shoulder rub. I worked my way down along his upper arms and then back up,
knowing where the muscles would be the tightest from playing.

Zack groaned in pleasure, rolling his head
around and turning into my touches, and I felt myself tingling all over. I
smiled to myself again, my heart starting to beat a little faster. I shook my
head at myself. I was being ridiculous. It didn’t mean anything to Zack; I was
just convenient. He wanted a shoulder rub, and I was there and capable. Zack
leaned back against me and my hands came to a stop, resting on his shoulders
instead of kneading them.

“It’s just like back in the day,” Zack
said, turning around and looking at me. “It’s like when I’d have a game in high
school, and we’d hang out afterwards before the parties.”

I smiled. “Yeah, it is kind of like that.
Down to the shoulder rub.”

Zack raised an eyebrow. “We’d fool around,
too,” he pointed out, his hands going to my waist.

I thought about it for a second; he was
right—normally as soon as he was out of the locker room, we’d make out, sometimes
not even waiting until we left campus to do it. Zack had taken me under the
bleachers more than once to fool around when we’d been together, and I’d
tingled just like I was tingling now. When we started having sex, it wasn’t
that exciting, but the making out had been thrilling.

“We shouldn’t,” I said, pulling back
slightly.

Zack shrugged, pulling back a little bit
as well. “You used to be a lot of fun, you know,” he said with a little grin.
“I think you could be fun right now if you’d let go a little bit.”

I rolled my eyes. “You were a bad
influence. You were the person who gave me my first drink.”

Zack laughed. “I was, wasn’t I? What was
it—your parents’ New Years’ party, right?” I nodded, unable to keep myself from
smiling a little bit.

“Yes and my parents gave me so much shit
over how hungover I was the next day.”

“Yeah, well, I did tell you to hold off on
that third drink.”

I pinned him down with a stare. “You
poured it for me,” I pointed out.

Zack grinned slowly. “Yeah, I did. Fair
enough, it was all my fault. I think you refused to talk to me for a week
after.”

I shook my head. “Small difference: I was
grounded for a week, I couldn’t talk to you.”

Zack laughed again. “Well, you were the
only reason that I managed to get through twelfth grade literature.”

“You were pretty hopeless,” I told him
with a grin. I thought about the fact that I’d seen him going into the library;
part of me wanted to ask him about it, but then I thought of how creepy it
would sound for me to admit to seeing him go in somewhere. “Are you a better
student these days?”

“They help us along, but the frat—though
we’ve got a reputation as a bunch of partiers—has pretty high standards for
grades to stay in. If I slacked off too much I’d get kicked out.” Somehow,
oddly, that pleased me. “You know, I know you said we shouldn’t,” Zack said,
licking his lips. “But kissing you the other night… it made me remember all the
times we made out in high school and how hot it was.”

I bit my bottom lip. It was a bad idea; I
knew it was. But I was tingling all over, hot and cold rushes flashing through
my body from how close Zack was, remembering what it was like to kiss him—both
when we’d been dating and the night before.

Zack leaned in and pressed his lips to
mine, and before I knew it I was kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his
broad shoulders, pressing my body up against his. It was eerily quiet in the
frat house, but I didn’t care about it anymore. Zack tasted like chewing gum
and the flavor I had always associated with him—kind of bittersweet, like good
chocolate. His tongue swiped against my lips and I opened my mouth, closing my
eyes and melting into the kiss. It was just like it had been before, my body
heating up, my breasts tingling. Even my pussy tightened, and I could feel
myself getting wet. Zack began to press me down against the couch, covering my
body with his own; his weight settled against me and it was both like and
unlike how it had been when we were teenagers.

The kiss deepened, and Zack’s hands began
to move over my body, sliding over my curves. He lingered at my breasts and
hips, touching and teasing. His body was hot against mine—tight and tense,
getting more and more tense as every moment passed.

“Fuck, Evie,” Zack murmured, his lips
barely parted from mine. “When I saw you the other night, I wanted you so
fucking bad.”

He rocked his hips against mine, and I
moaned against his lips, threading my fingers in his hair. It was just as soft
as I remembered, silky against my fingers. Zack nibbled on my bottom lip, lapping
at my sensitive skin with his tongue while he rubbed and grinded against me.
His arms around me were so strong—stronger than they’d been in my memories.

Zack reached up and cupped my breasts in
his hands, giving them a long, satisfying squeeze through my clothes. “Fuck,” I
said, breaking away from his lips and panting.

I was trembling—it had been ages since I’d
gotten this hot and heavy with anyone. Zack ducked his head down and began
kissing and nibbling at my neck, finding the sensitive spot just below my ear,
licking and sucking until I moaned out. It was so hot—I couldn’t think anymore.
When Zack’s hands slipped up underneath my shirt, I didn’t stop him; I couldn’t
make myself stop him. Instead, I found the buttons at the front of his shirt and
started to unbutton them, my hands and fingers fumbling while Zack distracted
me with more attention to my neck, my throat, along my jaw, back up to my lips.
I arched into his touches, struggling to get him out of his shirt. I wanted to
see what his body looked like now—I wanted to feel it pressed against me. Our
sex together hadn’t been particularly hot—at least not for me—but there was
something different now.

Zack pulled my shirt over my head and
tossed it aside, flashing a smile at me before he buried his face against the
tops of my breasts. The rough stubble on his cheeks rasped against my sensitive
skin, contrasting with the softness of his lips; I hadn’t even noticed it that
much against my face, but as Zack tugged at the cups of my bra, trying to expose
me, I could feel it against the tender skin there. It turned me on even
more—Zack had barely been able to grow facial hair when we’d been together, and
had been able to go days at a time not shaving without me noticing. Zack pulled
my bra down and I gasped as he found one of my nipples with his mouth, sucking
it between his lips and flicking his tongue against it until it hardened into a
little nub. I moaned, my hands stopping in their progress, my whole body
tensing up as my pussy flooded at the tingling, electric sensations that his
mouth inspired in me.

Zack switched from one breast to the
other, sucking and licking, while I struggled to get his shirt off. I tossed it
aside and trailed my hands over his broad back, my nails digging in slightly as
he carefully grazed my sensitive nipples with his teeth. He pulled back with a
chuckle, bringing his mouth back up to mine and kissing me hungrily—as if he
wanted to devour me. I pushed my hips down against his, holding his body tight
against mine, loving the feeling of him pressed against me, the weight of him
and how velvety his skin was. He still hadn’t grown hair on his chest—that
amused me and turned me on all at once as I noticed it almost absently,
squirming and writhing against him.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you,
Evie?” Zack asked me, looking down. His dark eyes were glinting, his lips
twitching with a little smile.

“You’re damn right I am,” I replied, not
caring about the words that came out of my mouth.

All I could think of was getting him naked
and feeling him inside of me. Jess’s questions from the other day filled my
head—I could sort of remember what it had been like to have sex with Zack, but
not really, and suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to experience it again. It
seemed so much hotter than it had been before, and I didn’t know if that was
because my attitude towards sex had changed, or if Zack had gotten better with
practice. I put the thought aside—I didn’t want to think about Zack practicing
with other girls, not when I was pressed up against him, half naked and ready
to screw his brains out. I pulled his face up to mine again and kissed him,
reaching down to the waistband of his jeans. I could feel the hard ridge of his
cock pressing at the front of his pants, rubbing up against me as we moved
together. I was actually glad I had worn a skirt to the game—it would make it
so much easier.

Zack pushed my skirt up to my waist and
slipped his hand between my legs, caressing my inner thighs and making me
shiver. He moved his hand upward slowly, making me squirm with anticipation,
ready—more than ready—to feel him touching me. I grumbled slightly with
impatience as he lingered just a few inches away from my soaking wet pussy,
teasing me with the delay.

“God, you’re such a jerk,” I said, barely
pulling back from his lips.

Zack chuckled and brought his fingertips
up against my panties, barely touching me, the caress along my slick folds
feather-light.