Tackled: A Sports Romance (17 page)

I
slide
my hands out from underneath her shirt, reaching the sides of the little navy skirt she's wearing and pulling the fabric up over her waist, exposing her ass. Her sharp intake of breath makes me crazy. I want to hear that over and over and over.

The sound never gets old.

"Why do you think I brought you here?" I ask, my voice gravely.

"No idea," Cassie admits, her voice innocent. She starts to turn around, but I take her hand roughly and put her palm flat against the window, first one, then the other.

"No?" I ask, running my hands over her curvy ass. I reach between her legs to press my fingers against her panties. "Your panties are already wet."

"Are they?" she asks.

"Yes." My fingers press against her pussy through the fabric. "Does the thought of me fucking you right here in front of the window make you wet?"

"Anyone could come in here," she murmurs, barely a protest as I push the fabric of her panties to the side, my fingertips pressing against her.

"Anyone could come in here," I agree, pushing a finger inside her. "A janitor, one of the coaches, an administrator… Anyone could walk right in and see me standing here with your skirt over your ass and my finger in your pussy. And you like it, don't you?"

"No," she whispers. But she moans.

I press hard against the spot inside her that I know makes her wet. "You like it, don't you?"

"Maybe."

I use my other hand to slap her hard on the ass, and she yelps. "You like it."

"You just smacked my ass!"

I bring my hand down hard on her again. I can feel the vibration of the blow on my finger inside her. "I did. And I'll do it again."

She whimpers, pressing her ass back toward me. "What was the question?"

I slide my finger from her pussy, yanking her panties down over her ass, but not all the way. I let them fall to her thighs. "I want you like this all the time, Cassie," I tell her. "Your skirt around your waist and your panties around your thighs. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

She whimpers her response again as I reach between her legs to touch her wetness, then spread her ass cheeks and touch my wet finger against her tight hole. When she tenses, I stop her by sliding my other hand between her legs, stroking her inside with my fingers. "I told you I'm going to claim all of you," I whisper, pushing my fingertip against her asshole. "I want all of you, Cassie."

"I don't know what that means," she whimpers.

Fuck, this girl kills me. I think she's being coy, but there's a distinct possibility that virginal Cassie actually has no idea what I'm talking about.

The thought of being the person that deflowers her in every way is almost more than I can take.

I unzip my shorts, not bothering to step out of them. I need my cock inside her too urgently. When I press the head of my cock against her entrance, she arches her back, moaning her encouragement.

Gripping the side of her hip, I enter her swiftly in one stroke, no longer concerned with being gentle. I don't want to treat Cassie with kid gloves. I don't want to fuck her slow and soft and take my time with her.

I want to fuck the hell out of this girl.

"That means," I explain, thrusting into her with long deep strokes, "that I want all of this. Everything."

She moans louder as I fuck her slick pussy. "You have it," she says, her voice straining.

I don't know whether she's saying that I already have all I'm getting, or if she's giving me permission to take everything. "Reach between your legs," I instruct her. "Touch your clit while I'm fucking you."

She peels one hand away from the glass, leaning on the window with the other as she reaches between her legs. I can tell the instant she touches herself because her pussy tightens around my cock, practically demanding everything from me.

I thrust inside her harder, spreading her ass cheeks so I can see that little pink rosebud again. "I claimed your sweet little pussy," I tell her. "I'm going to claim this tight little ass as mine, too."

"Yes," she whispers, pushing her hips back against me as I fuck her.

This time, when I push my finger against her asshole, she groans, low in her throat, like a wild animal.

"Does that feel good, Cassie?" I ask, working the tip of my finger just inside her hole. "Does it feel good to have both of your holes filled by me?"

"Oh, God," she groans.

"Do you want me to claim all of you?" I ask, thrusting inside her harder. Her wet pussy squeezes me tighter, and I can hear her breath becoming shorter and shorter as she gets closer.

Then I hear voices outside the door.

Cassie hears them too. "Shit, Colton!" she whispers, her words panicked.

I'm out of her and yanking up my shorts around the waist in a flash, and I grab her hand as a key jiggles in the doorway. Pulling her with me, I drag her toward the nearest door I see, which turns out to be a coat closet. I have to duck to not jostle the hangers on the rod. Inside, Cassie hits me lightly on the chest. I'm pretty sure she'd hit me harder if there weren't people outside.

"You said no one was here," she hisses.

"It's eight o'clock at night," I whisper back. "No one should be here."

"We almost got caught."

"But we didn't," I assure her, pulling her against me. I'm still just as hard as I was two seconds ago.

I hear the voice of Coach Walker and Coach Thomas, and the low voices of people talking. I can't hear much through the heavy wooden door, only a word or two, something about alumni.

"Who's out there?" Cassie whispers.

"They're giving a tour or something," I say. "Donors, probably."

"They could open this door," she says, looking at me with panic in her eyes.

"The coat closet?" I ask. "In the middle of summer? I think we're pretty safe."

I pull her against my hardness, my hand going back between her legs under her skirt, pulling her panties down on the sides. She squirms against me. "We can't do it with them right outside."

I reach between her legs to find her clit, my mouth close to her ear. "I want to come inside you with the coaches right outside," I whisper. "I want you to come on me knowing the people who could fire you are standing ten feet away."

"That's fucked up, Colton," she whispers.

But she leans against me, spreading her legs so I can reach her clit. "Are you going to come for me like this?" I ask, my fingers pressing against her clit. "Or do you want my cock inside you?"

Coach Walker's laugh booms outside and Cassie flinches. "Hurry," she whispers.

"I knew you were a dirty girl." I undo my shorts and guide my cock between her legs.

Outside, muted male voices talk and their laughter echoes through the space. In the closet, Cassie puts her hand against the wall, and I enter her again, nearly groaning out loud at the sensation of being back inside her after being deprived of her pussy for the last agonizing few minutes.

"Fuck me," she whispers, encouraging me as I thrust quickly inside her. Her hand moves faster between her legs, her pussy squeezing my cock. It's like a pause button was pressed on the sex and we're right back to where we were before we were interrupted, except this time it's more intense.

"They could open the door at any second," I taunt, plunging deeply inside her until my balls slap hard against her pussy, the sound amplified in the quiet of the closet.

"Oh, God," she whispers. "More."

I give her more, and she's so tight and wet it's all I can do not to explode inside her, but I wait for her.

"Do what you…did before," she says softly.

I have to keep myself from screaming,
"Fuck yeah
!" as I push my finger against her asshole. As soon as I do, I feel her body convulse. She lets out a muted whimper as her pussy clamps down on my rigid cock. My balls clench and I explode inside her, filling her up with everything I have as I pull her hips against me. She milks me, her pussy squeezing me again and again until I'm spent.

I pull her tightly against me, my cock still inside her, and she leans into me. Outside the room, the voices get closer, but I don't pull out of her when she reaches down the side of her thighs and tries to pull up her panties. "Colton," she whispers.

"I like being inside you."

"They're coming."

The, the voices move away. "You worry too much."

"I should be worried," she whispers. "You're turning me into someone who takes too many risks."

"Admit you're having fun," I say softly.

"You're incorrigible."

"Too big of a word."

The door to the coaches' box slams closed and everything is quiet. "That was close," she breathes, her voice low. "Do you think they're gone?"

I reach between her legs and touch her clit, pinning her tightly against me. "I don't know," I say. "Why don't you scream when you come this time and if anyone comes running, we'll know they're still here?"

"Jackass."

"Naughty schoolgirl."

"I'm your
tutor
," she whispers.

"Naughty tutor needs a spanking."

"Shut up."

"
I
've been learning
all of this English and History crap – study skills, writing papers, taking notes – and you haven't learned anything about football," he complains.

We're lying in my bedroom studying. Actually studying – post-coital studying, but studying nonetheless. It's almost finals week for him and the final exam for my class is a week after his. My summer class is a piece of cake, so I'm not worried about that class, and my second set of credits is for doing my thesis research.

That I'm definitely feeling guilty about.

I decide I'm going to tell him. I'm going to confess that I'm proposing a thesis on masculinity in football players and that it has nothing to do with him, that I'm not using him for research, and that I got the idea when I first started tutoring him.

It's absolutely no big deal at all.

He won't care.

So why does the thought of telling him make my palms sweaty?

Colton takes my laptop out of my hands and closes it, setting it on the side of the bed. "Time for me to teach you something," he decides.

His cock tents the sheet over his lap and I bite my lip as heat surges through me. I push thoughts of his very hard dick aside. "Colton, I have to tell –"

"I know, I know," he says, pulling the sheets off my legs. "I've already taught you plenty. But I
am
going to teach you about football. After I eat."

He pushes his hands between my thighs.

"What have you taught me?" I ask, laughing as he scoots down on the bed and pulls my ankles so I slide with him.

"I've taught you more important lessons than schoolwork," he says, bending down so that his mouth hovers just over my pussy, his breath warming me.

My mind goes blank and the only thing I can think about is Colton's tongue and what it's doing between my legs. "Really?" I murmur. "Maybe I need a refresher."

He looks up from my pussy, his mouth glistening. "Do I need to conduct an oral examination? It's a
hard
exam."

My pussy throbs at the thought of his cock in my mouth. "I'd like the chance to demonstrate my skills," I say.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Colton says. He's lying. He knows exactly what I mean. He just likes to hear me say it.

"I want… to
suck your cock
," I say, emphasizing the last three words.

"Get over here and show me what you've learned, then," he says, rising to his knees. He lightly strokes his rigid cock, and for a second, I lie there naked, watching him, wanting him to come all over me the way he did the first time.

"You kneel over me," I say, my heart racing.

Colton raises his eyebrows. "Say exactly what you want, Cassie."

I flush at the intimacy of verbalizing what I want to him. "I want you to lick me while you fuck my mouth."

Now Colton's face flushes. "Shit, Cassie," he says, his voice strained.

"Too far?" I ask, suddenly hit with a case of nerves. It's like sex with Colton has put everything in overdrive, including my fantasies. He's opened up all of these desires I didn't know I had.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, his expression pained. His hand moves up and down his cock. "That… requires a lot of trust."

"I want to try it," I whisper.

"Hell, Cassie," he growls. "I think I'm ruining you."

"Debauching the virgin," I agree as he turns, his knees on either side of my face.

"Turning you into a filthy little whore," he whispers, leaning down so that his tongue flicks over my clit.

"Maybe I want to be a filthy little whore."

"You have to stop talking like that, Cassie," he growls, "or I'm going to come all over your face."

"I'd rather you come in my mouth," I say, arching up to touch my tongue to his balls. He groans, but he still holds himself up on his knees, hardly bringing his cock down to my face.

I slide my hands up his legs and pull him toward me until I can take him in my mouth. "Cassie," he groans, his breath hot on my pussy.

I want to hear him groan like that again. Hearing my name coming out of his mouth like that never gets old. I guide him deeper into my mouth as his tongue moves expertly over my clit, sucking and licking until I'm ready to beg for release.

As he brings me higher, I take him deeper, relaxing as he begins to thrust gently into my mouth. He slides his fingers into my slick pussy, and the exquisite pleasure of my pussy and mouth being filled at the same time is almost unbearable.

Pre-cum — salty and tasting of him — drips from his cock, mixing with my spit and coating his shaft as he fucks my mouth. He groans when my hips buck against his tongue, the sound sending little vibrations over my clit that threaten to unravel me.

Hell, I'm past unraveling at this point. I'm only aware of his fingers, his mouth, and his cock. He strokes me harder with his fingers, sucking my clit, his thrusts more erratic as he starts to lose control.

Do I trust him?

I moan as he fucks my mouth.

"Cassie, your mouth is so warm and wet," he says, his voice gravely. "I love fucking this sweet little mouth."

Arousal washes over me, carrying me higher and higher. I think I'm half-delirious from pleasure because I couldn't possibly say anything rational at this point, even if my mouth weren't completely filled with his cock.

All I can do is moan.

"Sweet," he says, thrusting into my mouth. I tighten my lips around his shaft as he returns his mouth to my clit.

"Little," he says.

Thrust.

"Mouth."

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

"I'm going to come in that pure little mouth of yours, Cassie," he says, his fingers pressed inside me. I groan when he hits the spot in exactly the right place, with exactly the right pressure I need. My thighs seem to automatically clench his head, and he moans his encouragement as he takes my clit in his mouth, his tongue moving circles around and around until I'm dizzy with desire.

"Come for me, Cassie," he says. "Because I'm about to come in you."

The thought of him exploding in my mouth – the thought of tasting him on my tongue – sends me hurtling over the edge, and my orgasm overtakes me with all of the intensity of a freight train.

He groans loudly, calling my name, before he thrusts his cock down my throat, so deeply that I start to gag. Cum – salty-sweet and tasting like him – floods my mouth. I swallow desperately, my eyes watering as another wave of cum fills my mouth before he pulls out, spilling the rest onto my chest.

"Shit, Cassie are you okay?" he asks quickly. "I – hell, I didn't mean to choke you. I can't believe I lost control like that."

I'm more than okay. I like it when you lose control.

After he takes me into the shower, tenderly cleaning every inch of me, we lie in bed lazily, only half-pretending to study.

"Do you really want to be a professor?" Colton asks.

"Are you asking like, eew, do you really want that kind of a job?"

"Well, I mean, can you imagine having a whole bunch of students like me?"

"Cocky and arrogant?"

"Ridiculously good-looking," he corrects me, rolling over with his leg between mine. "And great in bed."

"I mean, I wouldn't say
great
," I say. "Adequate, maybe."

"Oh yeah?" He puts his palms against mine as he pins my hands above my head. He presses his cock between my legs.

"After careful consideration, I'm willing to upgrade you to more than adequate."

"I'd prefer mind-blowing, toe-curling, fucking fantastic, never-going-to-be-the-same-again sex."

"God, I'd prefer that, too," I say. "Do you know where I can find some?"

He pushes his cock against my entrance. "Not sure," he teases. "Maybe you should explore your options."

"I don't think I've fully explored this option," I say, arching my hips to meet him.