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JAY
Kayla came so hard, I was surprised the ground didn’t shake beneath her. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing ever. Her moans rang loud as a whistle and I slowed to a halt. Then, I just enjoyed the show.
Her legs quivered around my head. She flinched and jerked. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers, squeezing rhythmically. So hard and strong. I grinned. Giving a girl an orgasm was great. A total confidence boost. But giving Kayla one? It was fucking amazing. Her back rounded up off the blanket, nearly blocking my view of her perfect tits, but then she collapsed down and let out a long breath.
I pulled my fingers from her and released my grip on her underwear, letting the fabric snap back in place as I sat up. I wiped my palm over my lips. She’d been wet before I started fucking her with my mouth, and she was a helluva lot wetter now.
Watching her come made me want to slide my dick inside her until I was balls-deep, and my cock throbbed, demanding satisfaction. She’d taken sex off the menu, which I understood, but said everything else was okay. If she didn’t offer, was there a way to ask for a blow job without sounding like a desperate fucking tool? Because I was dying for her mouth to be wrapped around me.
She stared up at me, and her expression was vulnerable. Bashful. The need to satisfy myself went away and was replaced with the urge to make her feel comfortable. The last thing I wanted was for her to run. I’d never been one of those guys who bolted from commitment, but I wasn’t the first to push for it, either. Who needed extra drama during the season? But I’d decided on the drive over here that I wasn’t going back to Ann Arbor until Kayla was firmly on the Team Jay train.
I set my hands on the blanket on both sides of her head and balanced my weight over her. My biceps were sore and fatigued from my lifting session this morning, but I worked through the burn and hoped she didn’t see the subtle shake of my maxed-out muscles. The trainers had pushed me hard this week.
She had on perfume, or some kind of lotion, and the smell was doing things to me. It was sweet and feminine, yet sexy. It reminded me of being on vacation, and once again, I thought it was probably coconut. I wanted to inhale her.
Kayla placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me. Except it wasn’t really a kiss. The girl was straight-up fucking my mouth. The ache in my pants intensified, stabbing me with sharp pain every tiny move I made.
How many times this week had I jerked off while thinking about her? At least every morning and night—the only time I got to myself these days—but my dick didn’t get the memo. It was acting like it hadn’t had attention in weeks.
“How’d I do?” I whispered against her soft lips.
She was still struggling to catch her breath. “You did . . . good.”
“Sounded like it was better than good.” Shit. I meant it in a teasing way, but it came out cocky.
Thankfully, Kayla laughed. “Okay, yeah. You did way better than just good.”
I shifted onto my side, giving my arms a break, only for her to push me onto my back and climb on top of me. I balled my hands into fists as she straddled my waist and her lower body put pressure against my dick. I clenched my teeth, biting back a groan as she whipped off her tank top. Her body was . . . no words.
“You are killing me, McCarthy,” I said.
She slowed her movements and a smile flashed across her lips. “McCarthy, huh?”
“You’re the only one who gets to use nicknames? Two can play that game.”
She undid the line of buttons, pushing the sides of my shirt open. I propped up on my elbows, helping her pull it off, trying not to ask her to define what “everything but sex” meant. She tugged down the straps of her bra and pressed her lips to me at the same moment our skin came into contact.
I jerked in my pants.
I pushed her hair out of my way and kissed her, focusing on how she tasted. It was getting hard to support myself on my arms, so I wrapped them around her and leaned back, pulling her down with me.
“Fuck,” I groaned. She rubbed against me, gliding down my length. It was an agonizing tease I could feel through the thick denim. The situation was becoming dire. Like, down by seven points, fourth-and-long and no timeouts, dire.
My chest lifted in a breath, and I held it for a long moment as Kayla began to move. She sucked on my neck. Ran her tongue over my collarbone. Bit softly on my nipple. All while she shifted on her knees, adjusting so she was kneeling beside me.
Oh, fuck yes.
I was so eager for where she was going, when she palmed me through my jeans, I grabbed the zipper and made quick work of dropping trou. I jerked down the waistband of my underwear, and my dick popped free, straining for her.
Her small, warm hand curled around me, and I had to think about the new plays the offensive coordinator had passed out in our lunchtime meeting.
She pumped her fist. One long, tight squeeze down my shaft, and I shut my eyes.
Think about the plays. Most had me blocking. Only one new route to learn.
Her grip ringed me at the base, and something soft and wet brushed over me. I exhaled a loud breath, but the rest of me was tight with anticipation. Her tongue fluttered at the underside of my tip, then licked a long line down. My abs flinched in reaction to the shock of pleasure.
She licked back up, leaving a damp trail, and although I was strong, I wasn’t sure how much teasing I could take. I opened my eyes, lifted my head, and gathered her hair into a loose ponytail. She glanced up at me.
“Fuck, Kayla. Please get that mouth on me.”
I wasn’t an idiot. I understood women didn’t like it when you pushed or shoved your dick uninvited into their mouths, so I fought against the powerful instinct to lift my hips or urge her down.
Air drained from me as she parted her lips, and inched her mouth down my cock. It was so fucking hot, both her mouth and the visual. She was snug around me, but her tongue swirled, flicking across the head, drawing another jerk from me.
“Jesus,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
Her mouth retracted upward, then surged back down, taking more of me in this pass. She was calling all the plays. Whatever she wanted, fine by me. I’d sing the OSU fight song if she asked me to, only I’d need help with all the words.
I gazed at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but she had an expression of concentration as my glossy cock disappeared and reappeared beneath her lips. Her blonde hair was fisted messily in my hand, a few strands escaping and falling onto my stomach. The image made me sweat.
Her tempo picked up, her fist tightened, and I moaned, encouraging her. I also couldn’t stop from thrusting up, needing to feel more of her amazing mouth locked around me. She let out the sexiest little whimper, as if sucking my cock was turning her on.
This girl was going to destroy me, and I was going to love every second of it.
Heat built, tingling at the base of my spine. It corded my muscles into steel cables, tightening my balls as I got closer to coming. I wanted to enjoy it longer, but my body had other ideas. I ground my teeth, pushing myself back from the edge.
Another noise drifted from her, only this one was a moan. She bobbed faster, and I throbbed against her tongue. The back of her mouth gripped me, threatening to swallow me whole, and . . . fuck. It felt so goddamn good, I was primed to explode.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned, in case she couldn’t tell from the way I was out of breath, or how my body bucked, trying to get her to take me deeper. “If you don’t want me going off in your mouth, you need to back off, like right—”
She didn’t, though. I wanted to come in her mouth, and hoped she’d swallow me down. When her gaze snapped to mine, it only made me harder. She gave me a look of longing, and I was done for.
Fire raged upward and erupted from me in a torrent. I came like a motherfucking rush, groaning out my satisfaction and pulsing inside her warm, tight mouth. Kayla slowed to a halt, keeping her lips closed firmly around me, and when her throat bobbed with a swallow, I twitched, overly sensitive.
In the heat of the moment, my grip on her silky hair had gone white-knuckle, and when I released it, the golden strands spilled all around her face. She was so pretty, it tore me up a bit inside.
She withdrew and my wet dick dropped onto my stomach, spent.
Without thought, my hands reached for her and pulled her up beside me, tucking her under my arm. I didn’t care that my pants and underwear were down around my thighs and my dick was out. I felt warm all over from the girl beside me, wearing only a pulled-down bra and a sexy pair of black panties.
She was out of breath like me, and we lay on the blanket, our eyes turned up to the stars, breathing together.
“How’d I do?” Her voice was husky.
“Amazing. No. What’s better than amazing?” I said. “Wait, was it a competition?”
She laughed. “If it was, you won.”
“How do you figure that? I was so loud, I think the people back at the football game you got us thrown out of heard me.”
Her hand snaked over my chest, searching, and when she found my nipple, she pinched. It didn’t hurt, but it made me laugh.
“Just so you know, getting me to . . . get there, isn’t usually easy.”
What was she talking about?
Oh.
“Really?” I’d made her come in the back seat of my car, and there’s no way she’d faked the orgasm. And tonight, with how her body had contracted and pulsed, I’d bet my starting position her climax had been real.
It was hard to tell in the moonlight, but she seemed to blush. “Yeah.”
I squeezed her tighter. It was more proof this thing between us could work, despite the rivalry she was so hung up on.
Our kiss afterward was slow and tame, but really fucking nice, too. There was still plenty of heat and sex between us, but the relaxed feeling was enjoyable. Like we could hang out here all night, even though we couldn’t.
When the kiss ended, I watched her throat dip as she swallowed hard. “You start camp next week?”
“Yeah. Expect radio silence from me.” It was the only time the NCAA let the coaches practice us as much as they wanted. It was brutal, non-stop football, and us players had to drag our beaten bodies into bed at ten p.m. so we had enough energy to repeat it the following day.
She squirmed out of my arms and began to put her clothes back in place. “My dad was a coach, I know how it goes.”
I followed her lead and pulled my pants up. “How come he’s not coaching anymore?”
“He still does, just at the high school level.” She ducked her head into her tank top and tugged it on. “Head coaches usually take their staff with them wherever they go, but when Coach Warren went to Kansas, my dad decided to stay here in Ohio.” She lay back down on her side, facing me. “His team made it to state last year. Their defense was awesome.”
I fumbled a hand over the cooler bag. “You want a beer?”
“No, thanks. I need to drive home tonight.”
I pulled a can from the bag. “Me, too. One beer isn’t going to do anything.”
“I’m a lot smaller than you, Eighty-Eight.”
I smirked. At least she hadn’t called me a giant. “Okay. Wanna split one?” She nodded. I sat up on my elbows, fished out a can of Osterhägen beer, and popped the top. “Ladies first.”
I passed a can off to her. It probably hadn’t been the best choice, but I hadn’t had time to hit a liquor store. There was a water bottle in my car, maybe I should grab that. But hell, I didn’t want to leave. I’d been looking forward to tonight all week.
I slid my hand around her waist. “So, when are we gonna see each other again?”
She paused mid-sip, and her eyes widened. The beer was slowly lowered and handed back to me. “I don’t know.”
I flexed the muscles of my jaw, annoyed she was already back to blowing me off—
She startled. “I mean, I’m a student-athlete too. My schedule’s kind of intense.”
“Oh. Right.” I drank a long sip of the beer.
“There’s also the fact our schools are three hours from each other.”
If she thought she was going to talk her way out of seeing me again, she had another thing coming. When she’d hopped over the fence at the football game, I decided to chase after her—
In every way possible.
“Yeah,” I said. “The distance and our schedules will make it a challenge,” I grinned, “but did I happen to mention how much I like those?”