Fourth Down and Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (5 page)

I was anxious and
already seeking relief. My other hand ran over my stomach before brushing under
my shirt to massage my breast. I trailed my finger up and down my wet folds
before easing it into myself; drawing out a rattled breath. I quickly slipped
in a second. My mind flashed back to him. I imagined
his
fingers inside of me, stretching me a little wider than my own.
I squeaked out a moan, quickly silencing the sound by pressing my lips
together. I pictured Landon’s broad shoulders hovering above as he fingered me
and looked down on me with his stupid-arrogant-smirk.

“Tell me how much
you like it?” He would say, laughing at my twitching legs.

“I like it.”

“Nerdy girls like
you can never resist me.” He was smirking.

 
My entire body tensed, my toes curled, and my
back lifted off the bed.
    

A couple panting
breaths later and it hit me—I just masturbated and reached orgasm to the
thought of Landon Bryce.

“Fuck.” I
whispered again out loud, this time panting with a bead of sweat on my
forehead.

The image of the
lumbering dumb jock had just brought me to orgasm. I was mortified.

“This can’t be…” I
breathed out, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling with shame coursing
through me. I had no problem pleasuring myself with a little fantasy, but doing
it to someone I practically hated was something entirely different.

Landon Bryce
wasn’t the type of guy I was ever attracted to, not by looks and certainly not
by personality. Although admittedly, he was objectively good-looking, he wasn’t
the type I typically liked. At all. And even if he was, his personality would
ruin it in a matter of seconds.

I groaned and
rolled over to my side, now staring at my closet door. One door was ajar from
when I had quickly gotten dressed in the morning. After the day I had, there
was no space to worry about organizing anything. I squeezed my legs together
and felt a quick pulse of pleasure at my center. I squeezed my eyes shut as my
heart started to slow down.

 
Burying my head in my pillow to groan in
frustration, I decided to get out of bed to wash my hands and take a second to
check on my mother one more time. It was mostly to make sure she had fallen
asleep and was okay, but there was a part of me that was petrified that she
would somehow know what I was just doing. I know it followed the rational of a
five-year-old, but knowing that I had just pleasured myself to
him
was beyond embarrassing.

I could already
picture in my crazy imagination the headline “Ivy Crane Pleasures Herself to Landon
Bryce!”. I knew I was acting like a nutcase, but still the panic felt like ice
water running down my back as I stood up and crept down the hall to my mother’s
room.

I held my breath
and peeked inside to see her sound asleep and let out a breath of relief. I
took a moment to look at her. She seemed more at peace than had in recent
memory. It was something that warmed my heart, but brought sadness at the same
time. In that moment every thought of Landon Bryce was wiped from my mind.

The night was quiet
and my mother was resting. That was more than just a good night in my book. I
took a breath started to walk back to my bedroom when I spotted a bottle of
sleeping pills tipped over, still open at my mother’s bedside table. I tiptoed
over to carefully set them upright, dropping the spilled pills inside the
bottle before kissing her forehead and going back to bed.

It was a
blisteringly hot September day, probably the hottest one yet, but at least
practice was finally over. It had been grueling, but productive. Sweaty and
exhausted, I was running off the field with my teammates when I heard my name
called out. I slowed down and turned to look at Coach Kingsley. He waved me
over, “Bryce! Over here!”

I suppressed a
groan and turned to run over to him, pointedly ignoring the annoying “
Oooh
!” sounds my teammates were making. I sometimes forgot
how childish they all were, calling out like middle school kids when someone
was asked to report to the Principal’s office. All I wanted was to shower, hop
in my car, and drive back to the house to lounge around in the private comfort
of my air-conditioned bedroom, but that didn’t seem like it would be happening
any time soon.

Coach Kingsley pulled
me aside before looking back up at the rest of the team, “Cut that bullshit out
and get to the showers!”

That was all it
took for them to file inside quietly. The coach was great with an approachable
manner, but there was no question about it, he wasn’t someone to be challenged.
Needless to say, the man was very well respected by many; especially his
players.

I stood in front
of him wondering why I was pulled aside, making a quick run-through in my mind
of my plays during practice. Everything had been perfect so there couldn’t be a
complaint about my efforts out on the field. That could only mean one thing—the
coach was likely going to address my “efforts” off the field. Those ‘efforts’
had the possibility of affecting the team and the game.

Coach Kingsley
stood silence for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking tired.
It was just for a brief moment and then he turned to look me straight in the
eyes.

 
“Bryce,” he started in the tone of voice he
always took when he meant business, “The school is cracking down on student
athlete GPAs. If you don't get yours up by midterms, you’re going to be
benched.” He was so direct it almost took me by surprise. Coach was never the
type to sugarcoat things or beat around the bush. And on top of that, nobody
ever came straight out with bad news like that.

Regardless of how
serious he seemed, there was no way this could be applied to me. This had to be
just a scare tactic. So I acted as casual as ever. There was no way I was going
to be benched. “Alright, Coach, but the university is always claiming…”

“This isn’t a
claim, Bryce,” he interrupted. He didn’t seem irritated, but it was quite clear
he wasn’t going to waste any of his time on appeasing me.

I kept my mouth
shut for a moment, weighing my options on what to say. I honestly believed it
would never come to that. The idea of me being benched didn’t even register as
a possibility. After all, the school’s end goal was to do what was best for
itself. The administration knew that what was best for Haywood University was
keeping me on the field. I knew sizeable donations depended on how well the
athletics department did and keeping a star running back off the field wouldn’t
work. They would jeopardize money and reputation if they did something like that.

"I'm the one
they come to see!” I finally burst out. Coach Kingsley looked at me with
warning in his eyes. Even I knew well enough not to raise my voice any more.
“Look, Coach, I'm the one who gets those asses in the stands is all I’m saying.
I'm the one who has given them our winning record. They'd have to be idiots to
bench me. It’ll never happen."

Coach Kingsley
eyed me for a moment before speaking up, “You may do a lot to bring people in,
Bryce, but there’s a lot more to it than that. Running a university isn’t a
simple task. All you have to do is keep your GPA at least to a 2.0 and there
won’t be anything for you to worry about.”

“I don’t have to
worry anyway,” I shot back, crossing my arms and looking down the field. Nobody
did plays like me and nobody helped fill stadiums. Anything else he said was a
moot point.

Unfortunately,
that was the last straw.

 
“Listen, Bryce! You’re going to get your act
together and bring up the GPA. I’ll be damned if you get benched under my
watch!” He took a deep breath and paced back and forth a couple times, “Don’t
let your fucking arrogance get you benched! What’s the point of being so great
if you can’t play?”
 

Even with the
yelling and hard-hitting words, I was unconvinced. My coach was buying in on
the scare tactic and now he was trying to get me to do the same. It wasn’t
going to work. Even so, I was quite bored with the conversation so I decided to
just say whatever I needed to get the hell away from him and into the showers.

“Fine, I’ll go to
tutoring. I’m already signed up and I’ve met my tutor so I’ll go, get my grades
up, and there won’t be a problem.” The coach nodded and murmured something
along the lines of approval before allowing me to turn around and stomp off
toward the locker room. I didn’t think it would be so bad to go back to the
Tutoring Center anyway; even if just to annoy the sexy nerd.

I needed another
look at her anyway. She may have tried to keep them all covered up and hidden,
but I knew right away her tits were big. My smirk grew as I jogged to the
locker room. I yanked open the door and headed to the showers.

All of my
teammates were already gone, but I preferred it that way. Nobody would bother
or question me about why the coach pulled me aside, at least not yet. I could
take a long shower in privacy and cool down from the annoyance Kingsley had
caused me. Even though I remain unconvinced about being benched, I hated being
put on the spot like that. Not to mention, threatening me always pissed me off.
I threw off my dirty uniform and stalked toward the shower, turning it on and
loving the way the water beat down on my back.

I let out a low
groan and ran my fingers through my short hair, ruffling it slightly so the
water got in. I stretched my arms out and twisted my upper body, feeling my
tired and sore muscles stretch in relief as the warm water poured over them.
There’s nothing like a nice shower after an intense workout and football
practice certainly qualified as that.

After a few
minutes, my thoughts drifted back to Ivy and the Tutoring Center. I wondered
what it would be like to actually get tutored, if only to shut people up. But
that got me thinking about
her
. She
tried to hide her body underneath baggy clothing, and her face behind a big
pair of round glasses. But there was something about her that really got my
blood pumping.

 
It wasn’t a style or some fake getup girls
these days put on—she really was just a geek. A sexy one at that. I didn’t know
they made nerds that way. I thought about the way her tits jutted forward in an
oh so attempting way. I just wanted to reach out and grab them. She had tried
to stray attention away from them with her high-necked blouse. But that was no
use, at least for a guy like me.

I chuckled
thinking of her making it clear there would be
no way in hell
she’d ever allow me to see her tits. I thought of
her superior nerdy attitude and the way her scolding eyes looked me up and down
from behind her glasses. I grinned devilishly, remembering the way she rolled
her eyes at me. It stunned me back when it happened, but now it was fodder for
my little fantasy. I imagined her rolling her eyes, trying to act like I
annoyed her when in reality all she wanted to do was bend over for me.

Her cute
hoity-toity attitude made me hard. The thought of her bending over as I slipped
inside of her made me even harder.

I gripped the base
of my shaft and groaned a bit. As I started to jerk myself up and down I
imagined Ivy dropping to her knees and taking me into her mouth. At first, I imagined
her right there under the shower with the water cascading over her body.

 
The blouse would cling to her and show off the
tits she always tries to hide. Her nipples would bud erect underneath her wet
clothing.

 
I pumped a bit faster and stifled a louder
groan.

I would yank the
soaking wet shirt off her body to see drops of water roll off her cleavage,
barely contained by a sexy and soaked bra just as she takes me into her mouth
again.

I gripped myself
with a bit more pressure and let out a long, low breath. I pictured her in the
Tutoring Center.

She’s wearing
another tight, high-neck blouse, but she’s sitting across from me. She’s
clearly annoyed, but her hands are toying with the chestnut brown hair she
keeps in a tight ponytail. She slips off the hair tie to let the large tress
flow freely over her shoulders. She’s glaring at me before looking around and
dropping her pencil, cheeks red as she ducks down to retrieve it. Instead of
returning, I feel her hands on my knees under the desk.

My breath hitched
in my throat as I pumped faster and harder.

I pretend to study
and work on whatever problems she assigned me while she takes me into her
mouth, hidden by the desk.

I sucked in a deep
breath, pumping hard and fast until I shot my orgasm out toward the drain on
the floor.

I stood in the
shower, panting, for a couple minutes. I was surprised I was able to come so
hard from my imagination alone. Even though I thought she was sexy as hell I
wouldn’t have imagined jerking off to a blowjob fantasy about her in the
showers, much less coming so quickly. I smirked as I finished washing up.

 
Now I really couldn't wait to go to tutoring.