Whiplash: A Sports Romance (13 page)

“More than usual, right?” Maggie asks, taking a sip of her drink. “Keep up the wins and I bet you’ll have to start beating them off with a stick. No wonder you look so tired today…”

“You got that right,” I chuckle, lying through my teeth.

I haven’t even looked at another girl since I first laid eyes on Eliza. Her little comment about dumb sorority girls not being enough for me was more truthful than I care to admit. There’s no challenge involved with them like there is with Eliza. She’s pushing my buttons in ways I never thought possible and I’ve never been more annoyed and turned-on at the same time.

“So…” Maggie clears her throat. “You haven’t mentioned anything about that date.”

“Oh,
that
…” The date with Eliza feels like a million years ago now. I don’t even feel angry about the whole thing anymore. “She was…
interesting
.”

“Interesting enough for a
second
date?”

I shake my head. “I don’t do second dates. You know that.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Someday, you’ll change your mind about that, little brother.”

“
Some
day is not
to
day,” I say, grinning. “And
today
, I’m shopping for a big stick to beat the ladies off with.”

“How
romantic
,” she slurs.

***

The professor lays my quiz on the desk in front of me and I instantly cringe. A bright, red F glares back at me.

Failing a second math quiz in a row is not what the coach had in mind when he told me to get my grades up.

“The next quiz is on Thursday,” the professor says as she moves to the front of the room. “It’ll cover chapters four and five, so be ready.”

I stuff the quiz into my backpack, not really caring how crumbled it gets inside. The last thing I want to do is get a tutor to help me out but I can’t get another failing quiz grade without my adviser taking notice. I don’t want to let Cary Pierce down either.

The professor dismisses us and I keep my head down as I navigate to the front towards the exit.

As I round the corner in the hallway, a harsh whistle strikes my ears.

“Oh,
Lover Boy
.”

I pause, glancing over to find Eliza’s friend, Grant, leaning against the wall with a cup of coffee in each hand. He holds one out to me and I take it with confusion.

“What—”

“Shh,” he says, turning the cup around to show me the name written on the side.

“Buzz buzz?”
I read.

A second later, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I reach for it to find a new text from Eliza.

Library. Second floor. Study room B. Now.

“Thanks,” I tell Grant.

He nods at me and smiles before taking a silent sip from his cup and gesturing me away.

I don’t move. “So, you’re going to be her little messenger boy, eh?”

“I prefer the term
liaison
, but sure.”

I chew on my tongue. The fewer people that know about me and Eliza, the better. “How much has she told you…?”

“Relax,”
he smirks. “I’ve been hiding trysts from
my
parents since I was fourteen. I’ve got you covered.”

I nod. “But what exactly do you get out of this?”

Grant stands up off the wall with a devious glint in his eyes. “Well… now that you mention it. You live with Ty Fisher, right?”

“I do.”

He raises his shoulders. “Let’s just say if my name comes up… you put in a good word or two.”

I quickly decipher his meaning but I’ve known Ty for a long time. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Grant, but I think you might be barking up the wrong tree on that one.”

Grant takes a short step closer, smiling softly with knowing eyes. “You worry about the pussy. Let me worry about the dogs, all right?” He taps my cheek twice with his palm and spins on his heels to take off in the opposite direction. “Bye, Lover Boy.”

My phone vibrates again in my hand.

I said now.

I smile and rush outside, charging down the sidewalk towards the library across campus.

***

Honestly, I didn’t even know the library had private study rooms. This might explain why my grades have avalanched into the damn ground.

I turn the handle to study room B and push the door open. At first glance, the room is empty with the exception of a small, two-person table and two chairs. I sense movement behind the door, along with the pleasant aroma of Eliza Pierce’s perfume.

“Close the door,” she whispers.

I obey and she’s on me before I can even say a word.

She pins me to the door, pressing herself against me and my eyes instantly drop to the impressive cleavage rising up from her bright, blue top. I drop my backpack to the floor and reach behind her to raise her black skirt and cup her ass, pulling her up for a kiss. Her hands fish beneath my shirt and she rakes her nails over my abs while her tongue probes my mouth.

“Thanks for the coffee,” I say, pulling back to refill my lungs.

She shrugs, smiling. “Figured I owed you a cup.”

I give her ass a firm squeeze before releasing her and she backs up to lean against the table, her chest heaving up and down as she breathes.

“So, what’s this about?” I ask, gesturing to the study room.

“I had an hour to kill between classes.” She combs her fingers through her long hair. “Figured I’d make good use out of it.”

“So, you thought I’d be at your beck and call? That I’d just come running at the snap of your fingers whenever you got an itch you can’t scratch…?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

I nod. “Fair enough.”

“I didn’t want to wait until Saturday to see you again. Just because I won’t let you fuck me yet doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in other ways until then.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Where’s this coming from?” I ask. “Up until now you’ve been pretty hesitant about hooking up with me at all.”

“Honestly, Junior…” She pauses, her words tripping over her tongue. “I haven’t been able to get what you said to me out of my head.”

“What’d I say?”

“You said…” Her eyes scrape the floor. “You said you’d eat me like no one ever has and that by the end of it, I’d be yours.”

There’s a quiver in her tone and I
really
like it. It’s such a stark contrast from how confident she is in every other moment. She’s dropping her guard… and she’s doing it for me.

“Is that so?” I ask, stepping closer to her.

She nods. “No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”

I smile. “Little Eliza Pierce is a fan of dirty talk, is she?”

“She might be…”

I lay my hands on her thighs and a breath rushes over her lips. “Which part turned you on the most? How I’d eat you or that you’d be mine after?”

Her eyes fall, almost like she’s too embarrassed to answer. “The second part.”

I move my fingers up her thighs, crawling beneath her skirt and she doesn’t do a damn thing to stop me. “Is that what you want? For me to
own you
?”

She shakes her head but her body says yes.

I place my left hand beneath her chin, nudging her up to look at me. I kiss her softly with a closed mouth, teasing her with the simplicity and she trembles on demand.

“Junior…”

I silence her with another kiss, this one firmer, as my right hand pushes her panties aside under her skirt.

“The door doesn’t lock,” she warns.

“You better be quiet then,” I reply, drawing a line between her folds. She’s as wet as the ocean and I fight the urge to drink from her. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Eliza fights her heavy lids and her blue eyes find mine. I keep her focus on me, gently placing my fingers around her neck to keep her head up. Her pulse thumps against my palm, so fast and wild.

I slide a single finger inside of her tight pussy and her jaw drops in a silent scream.

“Don’t close your eyes,” I warn her as she blinks. “Look at me while I’m inside of you.” I hold her neck a little tighter and she grips my arm; not out of fear but because she trusts me to hold her up.

“Junior…”
she moans softly.

“That’s right,” I nod, gently stroking her insides. “You’ll remember my name for the rest of your life.” I push in further to grind her clit with the heel of my hand and a tremor shakes her body. “You might even scream it by accident in another man’s bed because no matter how much you try not to, you’ll think of
me
while they’re inside of you. Not only am I going to fuck your brains out, Ellie… I’m going to ruin you for other men.”

A moan escapes her, almost too loud. I lay a finger over her mouth to remind her to be quiet and she takes it between her lips to suck on it.

“You’re going to come for me, Ellie,” I growl, her eyes still locked on mine. “I want to feel your snatch clamp around me.” I slide a second finger in and she bites down hard on my knuckle to keep from screaming. “Don’t make a sound as you do it. Keep it all inside.”

Eliza nods and I steal a kiss from her.

“Come,” I whisper, holding her steady.
“Do it now.”

Her body answers with a hard jerk, letting go of all the tension in her as the orgasm takes over. Just like I demanded, her inner muscles twitch wildly on my fingers, squeezing me so tight it almost hurts.

She holds her breath, struggling to stay quiet. I pull her in and bury her face in my shoulder, letting her belt out a quiet scream that only we can hear.

“You’re
my
girl now,” I whisper in her ear. “No one else will ever touch you like I can…
Remember that
.”

Eliza breathes hard against me for several moments before easing back to look at me again. She nods silently, her pussy still firing a subtle pulse around my fingers.

I pull them out and stick them in my mouth to lick her off my knuckles. “Fuck, Ellie… you taste so good.”

She chuckles between breaths. “You’re not too bad either…”

I step back to lean against the wall, playing it cool and hoping she doesn’t notice the rock hard tent pooching my jeans. “Well, did that work for you?”

“Oh, yeah…”
She pushes her skirt down and hops off the table. “Where did you learn to talk like that?”

“You pick up a few things in college besides degrees…” I joke.

“Well… keep studying,” she laughs. “Do you ever mean what you say? Or is it just for show…?”

I bite my inner cheek. “Did you want me to mean it?”

She hesitates. “Shit, I don’t know…”

I laugh. “Such is the power of dirty talk.”

“No kidding.” She bends over to grab her messenger bag. “I have to get to my class, but… let’s just say I owe you one.”

I scoop my own bag off the floor without looking. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me—”

She gasps, her eyes darting towards my bag. “Wait—”

My books topple out and I feel a sharp pain of embarrassment during my moment of glory. “Well, shit…”

Eliza smiles and kneels down to help me gather the papers and pens. Her eyes scan a page and she pauses. “Having trouble in geometry?”

I snatch my quiz from her, catching her by surprise. “No.”

She hands over the rest of what she has and stands up. “Sorry…”

I hide my expression from her. Of all the damn times to embarrass myself, it had to be the moment directly after she looked at me like I was a damn sexual god. “I should get going…”

“Wait.” She lays her hand on my arm. “Junior, you don’t have to be so freaked out over one quiz.”

Her voice caresses me, quelling the nervous anger taking over my gut. “It’s not just one quiz…”

“Can I see it again?” she asks, holding out her hand.

“Ellie, I don’t—”

“Please?”
She bats her eyes at me, laying it on a little thick but it still works like magic.

I pull the quiz out of my bag and hand it to her. “Coach told me I’m in danger of academic probation next semester if I don’t get my grades up,” I admit.

“Well, that’s not good…” Her eyes scan the page and she points towards the bottom. “Did you even use the quadratic formula here?”

“The what?”

She rolls her eyes. “I guess not.”

“I’ll get a tutor or something,” I shrug. “The athletic center should provide one for me.”

Eliza clicks her tongue. “Sure, you can get a university-sponsored tutor that’ll lick your toes and do the work for you because if you don’t get the grades then they don’t get paid,
or…”

I wait for her to finish. “Or?”

She holds out the quiz and I take it back. “Or
I
could tutor you and you’ll actually learn something.”

“
You’ll
tutor me?”

“Sure, why not? Geometry is a piece of cake.”

“You’ll help me get my grade up?”

“Yeah.”

I pause, studying her sly eyes. “You’re not…
jealous
of this potential toe-licking tutor, are you?”

She scoffs but looks away fast. “No… besides, it’ll provide a decent excuse if we ever get caught in public together.”

I come around to idea quickly, especially if it means more private study room fingerings of Eliza Pierce. “And what do you want in return?”

“Well… what are you willing to give me?”

“Whatever you want.”

She chuckles. “That is one
dangerous
bargain, Junior Morgan.”

“Tell me what you want,” I say, watching her bite her bottom lip and wishing I was doing it instead.

“I’ll think about it.” She snatches the quiz out of my hand again. “I’ll look this over to see what you’re doing wrong. Then we can meet back here tomorrow?”

“Sounds good.”

She twists away and steps towards the door. “Bye, Junior.”

“Wait…” I block her path. “Kiss me.”

“Why?”

“Because I told you to.”

Her lips press together in rebellion but she pushes up onto her toes anyway. I cup her cheeks as she kisses me, holding her for as long as I want her to be there.