ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Tight End (Bad Boy Football Romance) (New Adult Alpha Male Sports Romance) (35 page)

Chapter 8

Monday was there and waiting before she could get anything resolved in her head. She had thought of Ash the night before, remembering how good he felt in her mouth and the wonder of how something so large would feel stretching her out as he slammed into her. Would he take her like he had taken her mouth?

That was her hope, but he wanted more than just her body, he wanted her will. It would be so much easier if he would just take it. To say the words though, she did not think were possible.

The job was close enough that she could walk, so she decided a walk may get some of her tension out. It was only a few minutes, but she felt a little stronger as she made it to her desk. She had not seen Ash and she didn’t go looking for him. He was one of the most distracting people that she had ever met in her whole life.

“Good morning Kristy. It is good to see you at work. I’ve missed you just down the hall.”

“Yes Sir, good morning.”

“Still mad about last night?”

“Why would I be mad?”

He was surprised a bit by her reaction. She was acting blasé and it bothered him. Ash could barely sleep the night before and he felt like he was on the edge.

“I seem to come on strong around you.”

“That’s okay. I started it, so your mind should be at ease Ash.”

He should have liked the answer, but he didn’t like the calm in her. “Good, I need your help with something. You mind?”

“No, of course not.”

She followed him into his office and her eyes went to the chair that he sat in and the desk that she had been bent over. Her body flooded and her eyes slit in need. Did he know that seeing the place they were together would give her that sort of reaction?

“Kristy?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“You okay?”

She swallowed hard and her face had turned the same color of her hair again. Her breath came in irregular gasps as she tried to slow her heart rate. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just got warm all of a sudden.”

Kristy pulled her eyes from the desk and moved to where he was standing. There were a slew of spreadsheets lined up and it pulled her attention away for a minute.”

“Those are the numbers for all of the upgrades you suggested in the report. But that is not why you are here.”

“Oh? Well why am I here?”

“Because I need you and your office doesn’t have a blind.”

His words were simple, but paired with his actions she was left with widened eyed. Ash’s hands already had his cock free and it sprang forward into his hands. Stroking himself, she wanted to touch him. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

She gasped with the tone of his voice and the words themselves. “No. Are you going to fire me again?”

Kristy wanted to taste him, but it wasn’t enough and she didn’t want just a taste. Ash moved closer, her eyes moving to the long hardness in front of her. “Now.”

“No.” She moved away and sat down on the white suede couch. Kristy wasn’t worried about work, but her own need that always seemed to be put on the back burner. There was no way that she was going to let him feel ecstasy while she was left throbbing again.

“I want you to fuck me like you should have the first time you had your cock out.”

He watched her raise her skirt up enough to hook onto her lace panties, pulling them down and leaving them puddled in the floor. “Is that not good enough?” Her hands pulled her shirt off, the bra matching the panties on the floor. “Or would you like me to ask nicer?” The bra was unclasped and joined the match set on the carpet.

Ash did not think there could have been a better way to ask. Her body was bare. Her skirt the only thing left, but it was pushed high up to her waist, baring everything beneath it to his gaze. She was wet, she always was and the very information was enough. He knew more about the couch than she did and he couldn’t have picked a better place.

He sat next to her, but his lips were quickly on hers, hands touching skin that he had been dying to touch for many years. She felt as good as he thought, her full form still firm in all the right places. His body overpowered hers and laid her down, pinned underneath his body. “Put your arms over your head.”

She moved them as he asked, her breasts lifting for a touch that he could not refuse her. His teeth nipped after a moment of sucking on the turgid tip. He hands pulled the black nylon cord from under the couch frame, wrapping and then tying them securely together to the metal. Kristy didn’t even realize what he was doing until she went to wrap her arms around his neck and was unable too.

Ash stood up above her, pulling his pants and shirt the rest of the way off. He did not want one inch of him to be unable to slide against her hot skin. The mere scene looking back, his redheaded dream tied up underneath him, naked. He had to focus on her eyes, but even the dewy depth pushed him back between her legs. His gaze faltered as he pushed inside of her hot honey hole. She was so wet, but the resistance started as her tightness tried to accommodate his girth.

All Kristy could do was clench her thighs together, but his thrust was sudden and he was inside of her full hilt. She cried out and he hushed her, reminding her where they were. He threatened to stop if she didn’t quiet down, but she wasn’t sure if she could. “Please don’t stop Ash.” He pulled out slowly and watched himself reappear out of her heat. Her hips rose to meet the cockhead that escaped and he pushed back in a rush.

Her tightness suffocated him and Ash had no shred of control left. He went back to his knees and pulled her with him, the binding stretching her out to reach. The new position gave him leave to go deeper and he was plunging forward again and again. Kristy was biting her lip, but the moans and whimpers reached his ears and urged him to move faster. He wanted to last, but as she shook and then convulsed around him with the first wave of pleasure, Ash knew that he was fighting a losing battle.

“Fuck Kristy. I’m coming.”

But she did not hear him, wrapped up in her own feelings of utter bliss. She was frustrated that she could not hold him, but he took it as her wanting more and started to move inside, getting harder with each stroke. Her eyes closed as her body tensed. She started to worry that he did mean the bit about her not being able to walk afterwards.

***

Ash finally untied her, though a couple of hours had passed. Kristy mewled against him and curled around his panting body. Her eyes were closed and her body was still racked with lasting effects. She had never come so much in her life and a lot of it had to do with having no choice in it. Just letting it happen was the biggest turn on of all.

He was speechless and just as moved. Her submission had not been what he had saw happening in his mind, but the reality had been so much better. Her attitude would take work and may need some more punishment soon, but Ash realized that there was no need to break her. He didn’t want to, even if he was able to. It would be akin to clipping a butterfly’s wings and Ash couldn’t bare the idea. She was his now.

Pulling her closer, she snuggled harder. “I think that girl may feel the same way as you do Ash.”

Takes her in her house, comes to pick her up as her car broke down. Takes her on the

She quits.

He blacklist her so no one will hire her.

She comes back and he makes her submit after work in the breakroom. – she is sitting at a table when he comes in from behind. Forced oral- kind of. Ties her arms together with his belt- over head and then takes her. She loops her arms around his ask and wants it harder

THE END

A Bad Boy Football Sports Romance

By: Carly White

Speechless

Chapter 1

“Don’t look, but I think Axl is looking at you.”

I automatically look because well, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t believe Ashlea and it wouldn’t be the first time that she had messed with me about him. No one else knew but her. I have had a crush on him since I started college and now at the tail-end of my last year, I was starting to think more about the opposite sex and less about my grades.

Always wanting to graduate Magna Cum Laude, that had been my focus and I will admit, I let me love life kind of go down the drain. Ashlea gave me hell about it all the time, but I couldn’t tell her that I was waiting, saving myself for the right man, at the right time. I knew that it hadn’t been the right time when I was in high school, but now that I was only a couple of months away from my goal, love could be put back on the schedule if the right guy came along. In my wildest dreams, it would have been Axl.

“You know he would not look at me like that, besides, guys like him are only interested in one thing.”

“Well you would be too if you gave it a try.”

I gave her a dirty look that she just smiled to. She tossed her blonde hair back and giggled. Ashlea oozed sexuality, while me, I was the shy girl that didn’t say much. The only time men fought for me was as a science partner.

He was looking over at me from across the yard, his dark eyes met mine for a moment before I looked down. I know that I had to be blushing and it made me wonder what he wanted. I pulled my hair back up in a ponytail and shrugged on my cardigan. It was almost too hot for it, but I couldn’t stand the distraction if I didn’t. Getting up from the bench, I started off towards our next class. It was my worst class and of course, it was the only one that I had with Axl.

“See I told you I wasn’t lying this time.’

“So what? You know his reputation I am not trying to be one of those girls. He has been through enough of them.”

I wished that he was different. That somehow a guy that hot would not know it or that he would still be a decent guy at the end of the day. Axl was a pretty decent guy, as long as you weren’t a girl that he ‘dated’. That much was clear and although I wondered why he was even looking my way, I knew that it was not for what I wanted. I wanted more than just lust and an orgasm.

“You can’t believe everything that you hear Sue.”

She couldn’t even keep a straight face when she said it. We both knew that the rumors about him were true. I ran into him and another girl in the midst of it last week at a party at one of the frat houses. I couldn’t get his body out of my mind and ever since then, I had seen him looking from time to time.

“Anyways. Did you do the homework that he assigned? I couldn’t figure out the last couple questions, did you?”

Ashlea looked at me with that look. That ‘yeah right, did you forget who you are talking to’ look that she was best known for. I had never met someone who was so expressive. There was no need to wonder what Ashlea was thinking because she literally was an open book. Even when she did not want to be, she couldn’t help it. It was written on her face.

“Okay great, we are both screwed then. I don’t know why I have to have statistics for psychology, but I guess I do.”  Ashlea was going for a business degree and neither one of them were math whizzes. The funny thing about it was that Axl apparently was doing better than both of us. I had always thought of him as kind of an idiot, but I was wrong. I wondered if there was more to Axl than what met the eye. Could he really be more than the rich star quarterback that I had been dreaming about for all those years? I doubted it, but it was fun to think of him that way. More available and more what I was actually looking for in a man.

Me and Ashlea sat down at our table. Everyone had chosen another person for a partner and of course, we had picked each other. It hadn’t helped us with much more than someone to talk to through the class, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. One class could not possibly bring my GPA down enough for me to care. My honors were already locked in. If not, I may have gotten a tutor or something because my mind just did not work with numbers.

I saw that Mr. Reynolds was coming in and like always, he looked as unkempt as much of the students. There were several rumors about him helping girls with their grades for a price, but I thought the price was far too high and I just wasn’t interested. I couldn’t believe that anyone else was, but according to the local rumor mill, he banged many in each class. Ashlea and I would watch his interaction with the rest of the class. We tried to figure out who he was helping with grades. It usually wasn’t that hard since it was almost always the girls that he had stay over. He always had something to talk to them about and we all knew that there was a reason for all the extra ‘help’ they were receiving.

He wasn’t even good looking, not like Axl anyways. Mr. Reynolds was in his early forties and beyond trying to dress a lot younger, he wasn’t fooling anyone. The comb over he was trying to accomplish to hide the fact that he had a bald spot was not fooling anyone either. I felt bad for the girls that chose to go that route, way more than I pitied the lecherous man. He should know better.

“Class, it has come to my attention that the partners we have are not working. So we are going to change them, moreover I am. It doesn’t look good if half the class is failing, which half of you are.”

There was an audible groan from everyone in the room and I knew that it was going to be bad news. I picked Ashlea because that was who I wanted to sit next to all term.

“Really you guys all picked your friends, though if you both suck at it that is not really helping is it?”

He was looking right at me. “Why are you looking at me?”

“Mrs. Cline, do you really think that Ashlea was your best choice to partner up with in this class?”

My face turned red and I wanted to melt into the carpet, but was unable. “Probably not?”

“So now I am going to assign partners and seats, the democracy didn’t work people, sorry.”

I wanted to hide my face, hating when I was called or had to speak in public, just wasn’t my thing. The worse class of all time was my Public Speaking class. It is pretty much a slow hell for all introverts and I figured if I could make it through that, there was no why that statistics was going to get me. So I waited to hear him call my name. Since he had pointed me out, I knew that it was going to be bad.

“Sue, you are with Axl. I know he looks like a dumb jock, but he has the highest score of all my classes this year. Don’t worry Axl, I won’t tell anyone else.”

My heart pounded in my chest. I must have heard that wrong. Ashlea’s face told me that I hadn’t. I closed my eyes for a moment and then went to move to the new assigned table in the back. Where I had always been in the front to hear, I now was in the nose bleed sections with him.

Taking the seat I didn’t even look at him. I knew him, but I was sure that he did not know who I was. Even though we had had several classes together and I used to live two doors down when I stayed in dorms freshman year. He never noticed me then and I figured he wouldn’t notice me now. So sure of myself, I actually jumped when he said something.

“So you are Sue right?”

I nodded my head, still not looking at him. “Well good to meet you Sue, I am Axl.”

He stuck his hand out to me and I know I must have looked at it like it belonged to an alien or something. After a minute, it became clear to him that I wasn’t going to shake him hand. I have known him for four years for goodness sake.

“I know who you are Axl, everyone does. You are practically worshipped like a God around here.”

I saw him smirk, liking what I said. “Although you know how school is, not a precursor for the real world.”

“Well it will be for me. I already have four offers and all of them will make me even richer.”

“Good for you, really.”

The more he talked, the less enticing he became. It was like looking at what you thought was a unicorn, admiring it from afar for years and then all of a sudden you see that it is just a horse with a weird placed stick. I sighed and tried to pay attention to the teacher. This was going to be worse than I thought.

It was about ten minutes of quiet, before he turned back to me, obviously bothered that I wasn’t swooning. “Why don’t you like me? Everyone else does you know.”

“Well then what does it matter if one person doesn’t?”

“It just does.”

I couldn’t believe it, but he did seem upset. Who would have guessed that the star quarterback was so worried about what everyone else thought? It made me look at him a little differently for a moment. I was being rude and I silently chastised myself for it. “Look I am sorry okay. I just would rather be partners with my friend.”

He nodded and I tried to get back to what the teacher was talking about. It was only fifteen minutes into the lesson and I was already lost again. I sighed and flipped back through the book, trying to figure out what he was talking about. Why the hell did the problem turn into half of the blackboard and why are they splitting everything?

The teacher passed around a pop quiz, which he did every class and even though they were not much of a surprise, I dreaded them and hoped each day that he would change in up. He never did and soon I was looking at the paper and the numbers blurred in front of me.

I was about halfway through when Axl touched my arm. It felt strange and I looked over, trying to find out what he wanted. I tried to hide the gape I felt or the spot on my arm that was still warm from his touch.

“Three is B, not C.”

I looked down at the paper and changed the answer. I wasn’t really sure anyways, so I figured his guess would be more educated than mine anyways. The test time was over after fifteen minutes and I felt better than I had in weeks about the outcome. Axl had helped me with a couple more of the answers and I felt good about it. I tried hard not to notice how his blackish hair curled underneath his collar or how his brown eyes seemed to take over mine once our eyes met. When he smiled, my heart still went into my throat and I couldn’t swallow. It was going to be a long couple of months, but I still wasn’t sure if that was going to be a good thing, or a bad thing.

“Well thank you Axl, I appreciate it.”

I turned around to walk away and felt a hand on my arm. “Wait. I was hoping that we could go out sometime.”