Tackled: A Sports Romance (13 page)

C
olton grabs my hand
. "Come to the shower with me and I'll make sure I live up to my reputation."

"You can't just walk out into the hallway naked," I protest, giggling as he pulls me to the door. I giggle because I can't stop giggling, because apparently two orgasms have sucked all of the brain cells out of my head and turned me into a dippy girl who giggles. "Sable might come home."

"Sable might be here already," Colton says. "I'm sure she enjoyed how loud you were."

"Do you think she came home during —" I start, but Colton interrupts.

"Relax," he says. "I was just kidding. Sable is not coming home tonight."

"How do you know?"

Colton pushes the bathroom door open and looks around. "Nice," he remarks. "God, this is a lot cleaner than my place."

"I shudder to think about the cleanliness of
your
shower," I say. "How do you know Sable isn't going to be here tonight?"

Colton turns on the water. "Because she's with Tank," he says, raising his eyebrows and giving me a meaningful look.

"Oh. Tank told you that?"

Colton laughs as he pulls me into the shower with him. "No, your roommate told me. She barged into my room and told me she was going to do Tank."

"That's... weird."

"Well, she also barged into my room and told me that I needed to stop being a dick and go give you some dick instead." Colton pulls my ass against his cock for emphasis.

"So you came here to throw me a bone," I say.

"A boner."

"You're too kind."

"I can be kinder," he says, reaching between my legs as the water from the shower drenches us.

We only make it out of the shower when the water runs cold.

Afterwards, I rummage through my underwear drawer looking for a bra and a sexy pair of panties. Damn it, I should have sexy underwear, thongs and matching bras. I pull out a pair of plain black cotton panties and turn to put them on, catching Colton standing in my bedroom doorway watching me.

Naked, of course.

And not making any move to put clothes on.

"You're staring," I complain.

"I'd say sorry but I'm not."

"Are you going to get dressed?"

"Nope." He turns around without saying anything else and walks out of my bedroom.

I slide a t-shirt on over my head and find him in my kitchen, rummaging through my cabinets. I don't say anything for a minute because honestly, I'm pretty distracted by his perfect bare ass.

"I'm starving," he says, pulling out a bag of chips from the pantry and reaching his hand inside. He pops one into his mouth and grimaces. "What the hell is this?"

"Chips."

"What's this, some kind of chip imitation?" he asks, coughing. "This is horrible. Why would you eat this?"

"It's healthy," I say, grabbing it from him and shoving it back into the pantry. "And low-fat."

"You're not dieting, are you?" Colton asks, slapping my ass as I lean around him.

"Did you just slap my ass?"

"I did," he says nonchalantly, opening the refrigerator and peering inside. He pulls out eggs and milk and sets them on the counter. "I hope you're not dieting. Because I like your ass the way it is."

"What are you doing?" I ask as he scrounges around the refrigerator, finding vegetables.

"Cooking."

"You cook?"

"My mama taught me something," he says.

I reach into the pantry and pull an apron off the hook on the wall and toss it at him. "You're full of surprises," I say.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he says, putting it on, then turning around with the front of his body covered and his ass is exposed.

I sit at the table and salivate the whole time he's cooking. And not because of the food.

Colton makes omelets – mine a normal size and his bigger than the size of my head — and we sit and eat. This time, there's no awkwardness, even though Colton is sitting on my kitchen chair with his naked ass pressed against the seat. This time, it's easy conversation, Colton telling me stupid stories about growing up on his family's farm out in East Texas.

"Five brothers," I answer when he asks me whether I have siblings.

"Say what?"

I laugh. "Abel, Ben, Carter, Daniel, and Elijah. I'm the youngest."

"No fucking way," he says. "Alphabetical order?"

"Yeah," I say, shaking my head. "I was supposed to be Frank, only I was a girl, and my mother hated the name Frankie. So they just said
screw it
when it came to the whole alphabetical thing and named me after my grandmother."

"You have five older brothers," Colton says. "How the hell do you know nothing about sports?"

I cock my head to the side and look at him like the answer is obvious. "I never said I didn't know
anything
about any sports," I say. "I just don't know anything about football."

"You thought football involved home runs," Colton says.

"I didn't say I knew anything about baseball," I laugh, then explain. "My brothers played hockey. And, trust me, when you have five older brothers who are obsessed with hockey, you don't learn anything about any other sports. Hell, I learned as little about hockey as possible, too."

When we're finished, he takes my plate to the sink, then reappears. "I'm hungry again."

"Again?" I'm pretty sure he just inhaled a dozen eggs in that omelet.

"Yep." He walks over to the chair and pulls me right up out of it. "Sorry, Teach. I have to eat."

We don't even make it to the bedroom. Colton's lips are on mine, his hands roaming my body the minute he pulls me to my feet, and we stumble into the living room. Literally, I mean.

Colton trips as he steps backward, pulling me with him, and we crash into the side of the sofa. I laugh as I fall against his chest. "Football players aren't the most graceful, are they?"

"It's a good thing we have big dicks to make up for it." He pulls me against him for emphasis, the apron the only barrier between us.

Until he yanks the fabric away, and there's nothing between us at all.

His cock presses against me, his skin against mine, and I moan aloud at the sensation. "You're hungry too," he notes, reaching between my legs.

"Starving."

Later, I lie in bed with him, my head on his chest. He runs his hand along my hair, his breathing and his heartbeat the only sounds in the stillness of my room. "I don't know why, but you make me really fucking horny."

"You're such a poet."

He grasps a handful of my ass cheek and pulls me against him. "I'm a dumb jock," he corrects me bitingly.

I feel a pang of guilt at the phrase. "I said that before I knew you." My hand moves lazily across his chest. "You're a lot smarter than you look."

Colton laughs. "Thanks."

"You know what I mean."

"You're still going to tutor me." It's less of a question than a statement.

"I don't… shit. I don't know."

"I can keep a secret, Cassie," he assures me. "It's not like I'm going to walk into Coach's office and announce that I'm seeing you."

"Are you seeing me?"

"You know what I mean."

I don't, actually. I don't know what the hell this is. And I don’t really want to know. All I know is that I want to keep doing it.

"Does this mean I have to incentivize you for getting good grades?" I ask.

"Oh, hell yeah, it does," he says. "I'm going to be the best fucking student you've ever met."

T
he loud ringing
wakes me up in the morning. Not my ring tone. I pat my hand behind me, blearily reaching for whatever's making that horrible sound.

"That's not the phone." The baritone voice near my ear almost makes me jump. Colton presses his cock against my ass. "But you can keep touching it if you want. I'm not going to stop you."

Heat rushes through me at his touch, intensifying when his hand slides between my legs. "Is that yours?" I murmur, referring to the phone.

His fingers find my clit. "It is."

"Someone wants you," I say when it rings again.

"Damn straight," he growls. "You're wet."

"The phone."

"Fuck it."

"Answer it."

His fingers stay where they are, lodged firmly against my clit, while he reaches for his phone. "Hello."

I can hear his mom's voice through the phone and I swat at his hand. "Stop," I mouth, looking over my shoulder.

"I'm not telling you that, mom," he says, his finger never stopping what it's doing, and I hear his mother's muffled voice through the phone. "I'll see you in a bit. Love you too."

The second he hangs up, I slap his arm. "Don't keep doing that while you're on the phone with your mother, you pervert."

"I'm going to keep doing this over and over," he whispers. "By the way, my mom says to tell you hi."

I start to protest, but I'm too distracted by what he does with his fingers to care about Colton's mom and what she suspects.

"
T
his isn't studying
," she states, her expression serious. "If I'm going to tutor you, then you actually have to let me tutor you."

"If you want me to concentrate, you shouldn't have worn a damn sundress to the tutoring session," I argue, running my hands over her breasts. I pull one of the tiny straps on the dress right over her shoulder, breathing in her scent. I think it's burned on my brain now. She smells like raspberries and coconut and something else that makes my mouth water.

It makes me want to eat her.

Two weeks of doing everything but fucking her has me crawling up the damn walls. I think it might be even worse than when I was not touching her at all.

Cassie squirms on my lap, leaning against me as I kiss below her ear. My cock hardens against her ass as she moves.

"The door to this room doesn't lock," she whispers. "We should just get out of here."

"Not a chance," I growl. "The only way you get out of here is after I've made you come. So stand up."

When she rises, I run my hands up her legs and over her ass, yanking her panties down her thighs. I don't bother to take them off.

Cassie puts her palms on the table and peers over her shoulder at me, the back of her dress flipped up to her waist and her ass in the air, panties around her knees. "If someone walks in here right now…"

"Then we're both fucked, aren't we?"

My fingers brush against her pussy and she whispers my name. She's already wet for me. I'm not even screwing this girl yet, and I can't get enough of her. We're doing everything but screwing every waking minute. I think she's a nympho now.

I think I might have turned her into one.

I think she might have turned me into a master of foreplay.

"Colton," she whispers. "Put your fingers inside me."

Instead, I smack her on the ass, watching her ass cheek jiggle at the blow. "Bad girl," I say. "Ordering
me
around."

"You told me I'd have to beg."

I slide my fingers between her legs, pressing against her clit, listening to the sound of her breath when I touch her. "I told you that you'd have to beg me to fuck you," I say. "Not to finger you."

"Maybe that's what I'm begging you to do."

I slide my fingers inside her in one swift movement, and she moans.

"Not funny, cock tease," I say, my voice gruff. I wrap her ponytail around my hand, pulling her head back as I fuck her with my fingers. My dick is so hard at the mere mention of wanting me inside her that I think I'm going to explode right now.

Cassie moans when I pull her hair. "I want to feel you," she says as I fuck her with my fingers, my movements quicker the more she pushes her ass back against my hand. I find her asshole with my thumb, pressing against it as I stroke her inside.

"Reach between your legs and touch your clit," I tell her. If she keeps talking about how much she wants to feel my cock inside her, I'm going to take her right here in this classroom. And that isn't how I want to take her virginity at all.

She strokes herself, doing that thing she does where she bites her lower lip to keep from crying out as I fuck her harder with my fingers. "Let me feel it," she says. "I want to feel your cock against me. I want to feel you on me."

This girl is going to ruin me.

I fuck her with my fingers until she's on the verge. "You wish it were my cock inside you right now, Cassie?" I whisper. "You want it to be my cock that makes you come, my cock that fills you up?"

"Please," she says.

I pull my fingers from her pussy, undoing my cargo shorts and dropping them to the floor. Gripping my cock in my hand, I press it up between her legs, and pull her against me with my other hand. My lips are near her ear, and she leans her head on me, her eyes closed and lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. "This is what you want?" I ask, guiding my shaft along her pussy.

Her warm wetness on my cock is nearly unbearable. I want to feel it envelop me. I want to thrust inside her warm pussy and let go.

But I don't. I feel her throb against my shaft, and I whisper into her ear, my hand tight across her breast. "I'm so close, you know. Move an inch and I'll be inside you. Bare. With no protection, nothing between us."

She moans, pushing her ass against me, rubbing her pussy against my shaft.

"Is that what you like?" I whisper. "The thought of me bare inside you?"

"Oh, God," she gasps. "I think I do."

Shit, this girl. I let her grind against me until my cock is practically coated in her wetness and I'm starting to lose my mind. "Put your hands on the table."

When she bends over, I drag the tip of my cock along her pussy, pausing at her entrance. "Yes," she breathes. "Right there."

"Cassie," I warn. "Do you know how much I want to put my hands on your hips and fuck the hell out of you right now?"

She whimpers, reaching between her legs to touch her clit. "I want to come with you inside me."

I press the tip of my cock against her entrance. "Is this what you want, Cassie?" I ask her. "You want to feel me inside you?"

"Yes." Her breath comes shorter. The head of my cock presses against her entrance but not inside, and I tell myself to hold back as she explodes, her whole body bucking. Only a tiny whimper escapes her lips as she comes.

It takes me less than two strokes of my hand on my cock to come, and when I do, I coat her pussy and her ass — because both of them are going to be mine.

"
I
can't believe
I'm asking you this."

"You can't believe you're asking me how to pop my roommate's cherry?" Sable asks. She lies stretched out on the sofa in her apartment, only half-listening to me while she texts on her phone.

"I'm not asking you how to pop Cassie's cherry, thanks," I say. "I'm pretty clear on that."

"She's not fancy," Sable says, sitting up. "She doesn't want champagne and dinner at a pricey restaurant."

I sigh heavily. Why do I feel like I'm stumbling around in the dark when it comes to this shit? "I'm not asking you what to do," I say. "I just wanted some advice on how to… you know… make it special. Forget I asked. And for fuck's sake, don't tell Cassie I asked you that."

I turn to leave, and Sable sits up on the sofa. "Wait," she says, setting down her phone. "You like her."

"I don't know, Sable," I say, irritated. "I just – you know – don't want her to think I'm a dumb asshole who's just trying to bang her. Oh, fuck. Yeah, I like her, all right?"

Sable's face softens. "Well, then take her out or something."

"On a date?"

"Yeah, on a date, dumbass," Sable teases. "That's what normal people do."

"I can't. Cassie will flip out. The whole student-tutor thing. She won't risk being seen in public."

"Well, you're creative," Sable says. "Figure out how to not be seen in public."