Fourth Down and Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (14 page)

“Wow,” she gasped
out.

She closed her
legs around me and started to rock her hips with enthusiasm. The sensation was
amazing, but what made it all the more intense was the way her eyes stared at
me so intently. I held her close, but didn’t divert my gaze. We kept to the
same position for a while until our excitement built up too much.

She laid back and
I pulled out of her so I could roll her over onto her side. I climbed behind
her and we spooned as I slid back into her. I wrapped an arm under her, my hand
holding hers. She trembled against me as I pushed deep, tracing my fingertips
up and down her thigh.

I kissed her neck
and she craned to look at me as I pushed deeper and deeper, picking up the
pace. I cupped her ass and squeezed before rolling her onto her stomach,
continuing to thrust against her. Ivy moaned and stretched forward, grasping at
the bed sheets.

 
“Fuck you feel so good,” I muttered against
the back of her neck.

She didn’t say a
word. I could tell she wanted to by the breathy moans skipping out of her, but
she couldn’t put anything in to words. All she could do was whimper and claw at
the covers as I pushed her toward another orgasm. She pushed her back against
me so I could go even deeper. I quickly reached around to rub her clit. I
pressed and brushed it between two fingers until she finally broke. Her muscles
clenched like mad and she shook all over as my body repeatedly smacked against
her backside. That was all it took for me to come as well. I jerked my hips
forward as I finished, holding tight, until I finally pulled out.

By the time I had
thrown away the condom and finished cleaning up, Ivy had actually fallen
asleep. I kissed her forehead, smelled her hair, and smiled. She looked
peaceful and gorgeous as ever. I quietly left the balcony doors ajar with the
curtains closed, and held her tight as the fresh air lulled me to sleep.

I woke up the next
morning to find her rushing around the room in a near panic as she gathered up
all her clothes.

“What’s the
matter?”

“My mother! I have
to check on her.” She said as she threw her shirt back over her head.

I jumped out of
bed to help her before pulling her into a hug. “I think she was fine,” I
muttered against her hair. “I saw her working outside yesterday.”

“But she shouldn't
be in the sun too much and that was yesterday. What if she isn’t okay
today
and I’m not there for her?” She
pulled out of my arms and quickly dressed, grabbing her bag and crashing out of
the bedroom door. I threw on whatever clothes I could find quickly and chased
after her. It would be faster if I gave her a ride.

We rushed to her
house and as soon as we got there she burst in.

“Mom!” Ivy called
for her mother at the top of her voice, worry written all over her face.

Less than minute
later, her mother stepped into view and looked at Ivy in confusion. It was
clear she was wondering what all the fuss was about. When Ivy sighed in relief
her mom looked between her and I curiously with a smile.

I cleared my
throat and stepped forward, “Good morning, I’m Landon Bryce.”

Her mother smiled
and shook my hand, “Pleasure to finally meet you.”

It had been a week
since my night with Landon. Except for one tutoring session, which we both
struggled to keep completely professional. It was the season for major
assignments and tests so both of us were kept busier than ever. Especially
because Landon had to make sure his grades didn’t start to slip.
 

My phone chirped
with a text message.

“I’ve got
a
big test in history and can't remember anything.”

I chuckled. It was
an excuse to get me over there, just like last time, and I was pretty sure he knew
I would see right through it.

“Time to brush up,”
came my swift response. He could
always count on me to be serious. He had told me it was something he actually
liked about me. In some ways we struck a great balance with each other.

“I need to
be
properly motivated,”
he responded.

I was sitting at
the table on the back porch of my house, enjoying the perfect weather to get
some work done outdoors. I was done with tutoring sessions for the day and the
online assignments I had to turn in. Now I was just busy reviewing notes and
making flash cards in preparation for my exam coming up. Of course I had an A
in the class, but I had to work hard to make sure it stayed that way.

 
As soon as I read his message I smiled. It was
just another one of his ploys to get me to his place and in his bed. I wasn’t
exactly opposed to it though. I packed up my stuff, thinking I had to be strong
to motivate him and get some work of my own done. At the back of my mind,
however, I knew there was a slim chance of that actually happening.

“Mom,” I poked my
head into the living room, “Will you be okay if I got out for a while?” She
turned to smile knowingly at me and nodded. I could tell my mother wanted to
make a funny remark to embarrass me, but was holding back. That was something I
was eternally grateful for. As much as I knew she loved me, I hated being
embarrassed. Especially since I wasn’t even used to this whole relationship
thing with Landon.

I dashed over to
give her a kiss on the cheek before practically skipping out the front door. I
hadn’t even bothered to change my outfit or check my appearance, but given I
was wearing a spaghetti strap shirt with no bra and comfortable shorts that
showed off my legs, I was pretty sure Landon would like what he saw.

I pressed on the
doorbell and the same guy opened the door.

“Noah,” he
chuckled, pointing at his own chest. I couldn’t remember if he actually
introduced himself last time, but I muttered a ‘hello’ and dashed past him to
head upstairs.

I knocked on
Landon’s bedroom door. He opened it at once and raked his eyes over my body
from head to toe with approval. There was something about the way he looked at
me, something that happened when we had sex, that helped me feel a bit more
comfortable around him. He left no doubt in my mind that he found me
irresistible. Besides, the logical side of my nerd-brain told me a guy like
Landon wouldn’t keep calling if he wasn’t interested.

He grabbed my hand
and yanked me inside, my body slamming into his as he kissed my lips. He ran
his hand down to my ass and gave it a little spank.

I yelped in
surprise.

His eyebrows
scrunched as he looked at me. I could practically read his mind– he was
smartly asking if I liked that. He already knew the answer; I most certainly
did
.

“Ready to study?”
I muttered against his lips. I put forth my best effort to sound dead serious.

“Only if you can
motivate me,” he replied suggestively, pushing my hips forward against his. I
suppressed a little moan, but couldn’t hold back my giggle. Landon ran his hand
up my side toward my breasts, but I placed my hand over his to stop him,
shaking my head.

“Alright then,” he
told me, “How about a little game to get things going?”

“I didn’t come
over here to play.”

“
Oh
,” he laughed, “I think that’s just a
straight up lie.” He grinned when I scoffed at him, but didn’t retaliate.
“Fine. We’ll call it an incentive tool then.”

“As your tutor,” I
whispered as I pressed my breasts against his chest, “I approve.” Landon
groaned and kissed me roughly, moving back to pin me against the wall. Almost
instantly, the heat between us grew unbearable. I could feel it moving too fast
and knew we were already losing track so I pushed him back, shaking my finger
reprovingly.

Landon grinned and
gave in, “Alright, alright. So how about for every question I get right you
have to take off an article of clothing.” He looked at me and smirked. I had
very few things to take off, even down to the flip-flops I had on.

“And what if you
get something wrong?” I asked in a sultry tone, reaching out to tug on the belt
loops of his jeans. I bit my lower lip, eyes lighting up as I tried to give him
my cutest face ever.

“I’ll take
something off then.”

I laughed and
turned to walk to his desk, but suddenly went to his bed instead. I pulled my
bag up next to me and told him to hand over his study guide so I could start
with the questions. I smiled when I took the paper from his hands after he sat
on the chair. I saw he had been using the markings I taught him during our
tutoring session to keep track of how well he knew things. He was also
highlighting and adding extra information for reference.

It was one of my
proudest moments. Somehow I had broken the most stubborn man on the planet.

“See? I do
listen,” he joked.

He was watching me
carefully with a smile as I looked over his notes. I looked up from the paper
and smiled back at him. It was a genuine moment, one that further blurred the
lines between me being his tutor and being something much more. I had no clue
what we were doing, but it didn’t keep me up at night. For now, I was perfectly
fine enjoying the moments I shared with him. It was completely out of character
for me, but so was everything involving Landon in my life.

I purposely picked
a question he had marked as a difficult one. “This was an act of the Parliament
of Great Britain. It accompanied the repeal of the Stamp Act in 1765 and the
changing of the Sugar Act.”

He glared at me.
“That’s not fair.”

I shrugged, “Any
question on here is fair game as far as I’m concerned.”

Landon shook his
head and took off his shirt, admitting he didn’t have a clue what the answer
could be.

“The Declaratory
Act.” I read off the answer with a smile as I stared at his sculpted arms and
perfectly formed six-pack. I gulped; I wanted to run my fingertips over the
deep lines etched in his skin, my tongue following behind until… I shook my
head.

My imagination was
already taking off. Landon must have seen it in my eyes because he was smirking
far too smugly. I cleared my throat and found another question, one marked with
the symbol for extra practice.

“These are legal
documents that allowed soldiers to search homes for smuggled goods. What are
these legal documents called?”

Landon glared at
me again, but he thought on it for a moment. “Writs of Assistance!”

“That’s right!” I
said as I stretched out my long leg and casually kicked off my flip flop with a
smile.

“Oh, come
on
!”

 
I giggled and shrugged, making it a point to
run my hand back up my leg before placing it on the paper I was holding. I
found a third question, one that was marked as him knowing it.

“This was the
group formed to organize protests to the Stamp Act?”

Landon stared me
dead in the eye and responded incorrectly, “Liberty Squad.”
 
His hands were already working on his jeans
so he could undo and take them off.
 

“Well, now you’re
just getting them wrong on purpose. Its Sons of Liberty.” I chastised him with
arms crossed.

He snickered, “No way
for you to prove it.” He started rubbing himself over the fabric of his boxers,
not once breaking eye contact with me.

I cleared my
throat and started to ask the next question, but was unable to keep my voice
from shaking. I could already feel the nervous tingles bubbling over inside of
me. The way Landon was staring me down as he rubbed himself over his boxers
made it hard for me to keep composed. He answered wrong again and took off his
boxers, showing me his rock hard shaft. It was already throbbing and I couldn’t
tear my eyes away from it. I already knew how he tasted and felt inside of me.
Now that was all I could think about.

Landon gripped
himself and started rubbing it up and down, his gaze having moved down to my
cleavage.

“Next question,”
he told me gruffly. I was brought back to my senses and I asked another easy
one, only this time he got it right. I took off my other flip flop.

“Next.”

I asked a harder
one, but he still got it right. I reached down and took off my shorts to reveal
my pink panties, now practically soaking. Landon smirked. “Next.”

I purposely picked
an easy question. I was too turned on to keep up the charade of this being
productive. He answered correctly. I paused, surprising him by taking off my
panties.

“Guess it’s
working,” I joked.

“Well, I’m plenty
motivated,” he smirked. He started to pump his shaft a bit faster with his eyes
fixed between my legs. I purposely sat with my legs just open enough for him to
appreciate the view. I watched him continue to jerk as I started to touch
myself.

 
“Fuck,” he muttered at the sight. That was all
I needed to crawl forward and straddle him in the chair, kissing him
desperately. I pushed down, both of us groaning from the friction caused by our
bare skin. I pulled off my shirt and dropped it to the floor.

“Con -
dom
,” he managed to choke out.

“Oh,” I paused,
but I was too turned on. I ground my hips down again. “Just fuck me,” I told
him, reaching down to grab the base of his shaft and position his head at my
opening. I dropped down and felt him fill me all the way. We both moaned loud,
kissing to swallow each other’s sounds of desperate pleasure. I started to
bounce up and down rapidly, gripping his shoulders so tightly my nails dug into
his skin.

“You are,” he
sighed against my neck between heavy breaths and groans, “A fantastic teacher.”
He licked my neck and kissed me, grabbing onto my waist as he pushed his hips
up to penetrate me deeper. I practically screamed into his mouth, my hand
immediately moving down to rub my clit. It only took a couple minutes of
rocking up and down on him before my entire body tensed up and shook. I bit
down on his shoulder in a failed attempt to stay quiet as my orgasm ripped
through my body.

“Fuck,” he warned,
“I’m about to come.” He pulled me off and pushed me back onto the bed, quickly
climbing over me just in time to orgasm over my heaving breasts. I loved the
scrunched up look of pleasure on his face as he hovered above me.

After we both
cleaned up, we sat half-naked on his bed enjoying the cool air filtering
through his balcony doors.