Whiplash: A Sports Romance (15 page)

I’ve spent the last few weeks torturing Junior Morgan, waving my pussy out in front of his nose and now that he’s got it, I start to wonder whether he’ll ever leave it. His eyes burn with passionate fire and his entire body breathes with lust — constantly moving as I writhe beneath him. His hands never stop touching and feeling me and my skin responds with a constant surge of pleasure blooms.

He shoves his hand between us, masterfully stroking my clit to make sure I’m satisfied and I melt against his fingertips.

Junior draws the first orgasm from me and he pauses to watch the expressions dance across my face. He leans down to steal a kiss, tasting my moans while pounding a steady rhythm inside. The sensation dominates me and I dissolve into a fierce rattle of uncontrollable laughter and groans.

I’d heard Junior Morgan was good —
but this is amazing.

Chapter 15

Junior

I draw a line along Eliza’s naked hip, tracing up and down for what must be the two-hundredth time but neither of us seems to care.

Usually, I’d come up with an excuse at this point.
Tonight was fun, babe, but I got an early practice in the morning. I’ll see you out.
Something plausible but strategic to remind them of who I am and how lucky they were to even be here.

But right now, the thought doesn’t even cross my mind as I stare over at Eliza. I’m just lying here, looking into the stunning ocean currents she calls eyes, refusing to look at the clock because I know that doing so will put a limit on this moment.

“What?” she asks, smiling gently with her head on my pillow.

“Nothing,” I reply, letting my fingertips dance along her skin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s just an
intermission
.”

I laugh. “Maybe it is.”

She props herself up on her elbow. “Bullshit.”

“I told you I could rock you all night, Eliza Pierce. You should have believed me.”

“Well, then… I stand corrected,” she laughs.

I shake my head and slide closer to her. “No, if you’re standing, then I’ve done something wrong. Spread your legs again—”

She slaps me away. “Not so fast… I need a little more rest first.”

“That’s what I thought.” I settle back, feeling a rush of satisfaction as she laughs.

“Oh…” She sits up. “Speaking of you doing things wrong…” I raise a confused brow as she crawls across the bed and reaches for my notebook on the desk, flashing me the most exquisite view of her tempting ass as she moves. “I checked over your math homework while I was waiting on you.”

“I thought you were only here for a few minutes before I got home,” I say, glancing at the pencil notches taking over my homework.

She clears her throat, ignoring the accusation as she points to the paper. “I think we need to go over factoring again because you keep—”

I snatch the notebook from her and toss it to the floor. “Not now.”

“But—”

“Ellie…” I shift her onto her back and drop my lips to her breasts.
“Not now.”

She smiles and exhales the tension from her muscles as I descend her body. “Okay…
tomorrow
then.”

“Tomorrow is
Sunday
,” I argue.

“That’s the perfect day for studying.”

“When a guy fantasizes about his tutor riding him, a stern work ethic is
not
what he’s thinking about…”

“Get used to it,
Junior.
I said you’d learn it and I meant it.”

I kiss down her navel, sliding my tongue along her flavorful skin. “You know… you haven’t told me what you wanted in return for tutoring me.”

Her lips curl. “Oh,
that
.” She runs her fingers through my hair, quivering softly as my tongue inches even closer to her core. “Grab my bag.”

I reach for it, curious to know what she brought with her and what dirty things I can do to her with it.

She withdraws a book from the bag. “Page ninety-seven.”

I blink with confusion as she tosses it at me but I do as she asks. “Okay…”

“Read Danny’s lines.”

My tongue twitches with disappointment. “What is this?”

“I help you study geometry and you help me memorize my lines,” she explains.

I glance at the book and chuckle. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind…”

“I know,” she grins, “but you said you’d do whatever I wanted and this qualifies.”

“Does it, though…?”

“Yes.”
She sits back against the headboard, staring at me with expectation. “I’m waiting,
Danny
.”

I sigh and look at the script, finding Danny’s first line at the top of the page. “If this is right, then why does it feel so wrong?”

She smiles at my stiff delivery but swings into her character. “It feels wrong because we don’t know any better,” she recites from memory. “You just need a little time to think about it like I have.”

“Nora, I don’t give a good goddamn what your head thinks.” I furrow my brow. “All I care about is what that beautiful heart of yours feels—” I drop the script. “This is
stupid
.”

“You said you’d do
anything…
”

“No, I mean… these
lines.
No one talks like this.”

“I asked you to
read
, not to
think
.”

“I don’t want to do
either one
right now,” I hint, tossing the script off the bed.

She lunges forward, wincing as it slides along the floor. “That’s my only copy—”

I grab her arm and pull her towards me. “Right now, I’d rather be
moaning
or
grunting
or
tasting
— none of which require
reading
or
thinking
.”

She winks. “Maybe a
little
thinking.”

“I beg to differ, Ellie,” I say, sliding down her body. “I can do some
very
good things to you without even thinking about it.”

I lick her sweet folds and her thighs twitch against my shoulders. She moans softly, her breaths growing more powerful with each lap I give her clit. I focus on it, drawing circles around it and adding pressure in all the right places until she’s squirming beneath me.

My mouth waters with every taste and I immerse myself in her, not caring how much of a mess she makes on my face. I reach up her body to squeeze her breasts and her hips buck and grind on me.

Eliza grabs my hair and digs her nails into my scalp. “Stick a finger in me,” she moans.

I do as she pleases, sliding my digit inside until I can’t anymore. She writhes against my hand, trembling wildly as I fuck her with it.

Her back arches and she moans at the ceiling as she comes. Every piece of her quakes under me and I can’t help but laugh with her ecstasy. Her moans squeak from her little throat, an adorable change from her usual deep, feminine tone.

Slowly she relaxes, gently twitching every few seconds as I kiss up to her neck.

She opens her eyes and slight panic crosses her face.
“Oh, my god…”
she deflates, staring at my bedside clock. “My father’s gonna kill me.”

“He gives you a curfew?”

“It’s
suggested
,” she sighs. “But still, I’d rather not…”

“Rock the boat,” I nod.

“Yeah.”

I finally give in and check the time. It’s three in the morning.

“Relax,” I laugh, hoping to keep her in my bed for as long as possible. “Stay here. The damage is already done.”

She slides out from under me and reaches for her bag, but I squeeze her hand. “Junior, come on.”

“Come on
what
?” I ignore her protest and pull her over me so she straddles my waist. Her wetness hugs my cock and I feel myself growing hard again.

She feels it, too. “
Junior
… I have to go…”

Fuck, I love the way she says my name.

“No, you don’t.” I press myself against her glistening folds.

“Junior…”
she sighs with pleasure.

I sit up and wrap my hands around her naked curves. Her nipples harden against my palms as I kiss her to taste the warm desire on her lips.

She melts in my arms, losing more of her will to leave with every hard inch of me she feels.

“What will it be, Ellie?” I ask. “Are you coming or going?”

She smiles. “Why not both?”

“Correct answer.”

I settle back against my pillows as she grabs another condom from my drawer. She sheaths me with it like a champ and impales herself on me, instantly breathing a soft moan as the inches slide inside.

I take her with slow, upward thrusts and she lays her palms on my chest to hold herself up as she rides me. She matches my speed, grinding and purring with each buck of our hips.

Her pussy is still so tight around me, even after the hard fucking I already gave her tonight. I groan with each massaging grip, climbing that hill faster than usual but if her eyes are any indication, she just might come before I do.

I slide a hand down her body and push my thumb against her sensitive clit to help her along.

She gasps. “Junior, don’t stop…” I intensify the grind, drawing a sharp moan from the bottom of her lungs.
“Faster…”

I oblige, flicking my thumb and pounding upward even harder. Her face contorts into an expression of sinful agony with closed eyes and an open mouth, signaling an upcoming orgasm that’s sure to make me ruin the inside of this condom.

“Junior—!”
she moans, nearly screaming. Her body freezes in place above me and her inner muscles claim my cock with quick spasms, forcing me over the edge as her nails claw into my skin.

White light tears my vision apart, blinding me as I come with her. She collapses forward to kiss me and our lips vibrate together with moans and grunts of satisfaction. I bury my nose in her hair to smell the mixture of her natural scent and her perfume and her shampoo — anything that will make me memorize every sensation of this moment.

Eliza slides off of me, her chest heaving up and down. “Okay…” she says after she catches her breath. “Now, I
definitely
have to go.”

She gets dressed and I throw on my jeans to cover up with before I lead her through the dark, silent house.

As we step outside, I spot Ty’s car in the driveway. “I didn’t even hear him come in…”

Her round eyes grow wider in the dim street lighting. “You don’t think he heard
us
, do you?”

“Oh, he most definitely heard
you
.” She halts and smacks my shoulder. “I’m kidding! Ty’s the deepest sleeper I’ve ever met. I bring girls in and out of here all the time, he’s never complained.”

She pauses. “Oh, really?”

“That… did not come out right,” I choke. “I meant that I
used to
—”

“Calm down, Junior.” She chuckles in the dark. “We both knew what this was.”

My body feels twenty pounds heavier. “Right… we’re just having fun.”

“Exactly.” She pops up onto her toes and lays a quick peck on my cheek. “Bye, Junior.”

“Bye, Ellie.”

I leave her at her car and she drives off down the street.

I linger on the porch until her car disappears from sight but I try to pretend I’m not. I pull the mailbox open to check inside even though I already know it’s empty. I bend over to adjust the welcome mat because it’s about thirty degrees off center.

Thirty degrees?
I guess Eliza was right when she said I’d actually learn something with her as my math tutor.

I step inside and run right into Ty’s judgmental face.

“What
the fuck
do you think you’re doing?” he asks, the whole truth flashing back at me.

“Checking the mail,” I claim.

“At three in the morning?”

“Is that weird?”

Ty shakes his head. “Cut the crap. That was Eliza Pierce, wasn’t it?”

I scoff. “Come on, man. She’s just my math tutor.”

“Oh, okay…”
His voice drips with sarcasm. “
Eliza Pierce
was in your bedroom all night, moaning at you to
solve equations
harder and faster?”

“Okay,
fine.
You caught us. We’re just having some fun. That’s it.”

“There’s having fun with girls and then there’s having fun with
Cary Pierce’s
daughter,
” he points out. “Only one of those things will get you kicked off the football team.”

“Coach is not going to kick
me
off the team, all right?” I laugh.

“I hope not because,
unfortunately
, we need your ass.” He steps back, his head sagging with disappointment. “Don’t let a few late-night
study sessions
blow this entire season for the rest of us.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

Ty takes off back to his room but I linger behind in the darkness for a few more minutes.

I can’t really blame him for getting angry. Hell, I’d be just as pissed off if I were in his shoes.
Hands off Eliza Pierce
. It’s an easy, simple instruction but as Eliza the Tutor could easily tell you, following instructions isn’t my strongest suit.