RUSH
Lucas
NO SEX DURING training camp.
It wasn’t a team rule for the Bears, not yet anyway. But after the Rams coach cut a player last season when he invited a woman into his dorm room, everyone around here was waiting for the addendum to be posted, the meeting to be called, the hammer to fall.
Hey, I got it. Rules were rules, and breaking a team rule was a fireable offense. After all, training camp was designed to give focus, and insubordination indicated a lack of discipline.
But did wanting to fuck a woman mean you weren’t committed? Fuck no! Besides, how was having intercourse with the opposite sex any worse than staying up late watching porn and masturbating?
The answer was . . . it wasn’t.
Not my place to point that out. And at least the whole no sex thing wasn’t a team rule that I had to worry about breaking—not yet anyway.
But was what I wanted to do even worse than breaking a rule? I wanted to fuck Gillian, and she was not only the coach’s daughter, but also an intern for the team I was now a part of.
She was forbidden fruit.
It didn’t get more off-limits than that.
Did it?
The truth was, for the first time in my life, I was worried about doing the wrong thing. In the past, what I wanted I always went after one way or another. I knew I could have her, but what would that do to her reputation?
Ruin it?
I didn’t want to put her in that position.
I’d asked a few of the returning players about her. No one said much, no one commented. Nothing negative. Nothing defamatory. Good thing for them too. She was quiet. Nice. Beautiful. And everyone around here seemed to respect her.
Perhaps I should do the same.
Seconds before the hall lights flicked off, I flung my door open with a million thoughts of Gillian scattering through my mind, and the feel of her lips against mine still burning in my brain.
What the hell was I going to do?
As soon as I shut the door, I made the mistake of looking to my left and found myself staring right at Thor’s balls. At least his hand was covering his dick.
“Oh, baby, don’t stop. Make it last all night,” he gritted out with his phone lying beside him on his pillow.
“Fucking A, Thor!” I yelled as I whizzed by, flying into the bathroom. “Next time give me some kind of warning,” I shouted before slamming the door.
Sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, I turned on the shower to block out the noise and then cradled my head in my hands.
She was pure temptation.
The way she spoke.
The way she moved.
The way she laughed and the way she made me laugh.
What she did to me.
The semi I was sporting from sitting so close to her on the bridge was throbbing in my pants.
Since I was stuck in here until Thor got his rocks off, which by the sounds of things was going to be never, I was left with no choice but to do the same.
Too bad I couldn’t make a booty call, but I wouldn’t even if I could. I wasn’t going to do that. I was going to grow up and think of someone besides myself for once.
The mirror started to fog up and I still couldn’t stop thinking about her and the way she made me laugh tonight. The way she called me on my shit. The way I felt so comfortable around her.
I’d had my share of girls, but I never talked to any of them like they were friends of mine. I had a goal, and I didn’t let anything or anyone get in my way. Women could only drag you down. Look what happened to my old man. Ruined after my mother left. Because of this, I always kept the girls in my life an arm’s distance away.
Fuck, I should be more like my brother. He’d tell me to fuck that shit and deal with what you have. And he wouldn’t be wrong.
Stripping off my clothes, I was harder than a rock the moment I let myself think about her—her perfect body and how much I wanted to be with her. I stepped in the pint-sized shower with my cock in my hand, but I wanted it to be her hand curling around me and feeling how hard she made me.
It was wrong.
I knew it was.
The thing was, I couldn’t stop myself. I closed my eyes and gently rubbed first around my cock, then my balls.
Fuck, that felt good.
I started to picture her with me—in the shower with me, us exploring each other’s body for the first time. Fuck, I wanted to feel her hands gripping me. Her lips kissing me. Her legs wrapping around me.
My fist pumped at a quicker pace, and as I licked the water from my lips, I thought of her hair, her face, her body . . . the ways I wanted to touch her, where I wanted to touch her, how I wanted to touch her. Then, in a way I knew was so wrong, I imagined driving my cock into her sweet pussy and when I did, it made me want to come hard and fast.
The pressure welled deep, and a tingling radiated from my cock. As my orgasm started to build, so did the contractions—it felt like electricity shooting through me.
When my dick twitched, I couldn’t hold on any longer. As I started to come, practically spasming in my hold, the incredible feeling built and I finally let myself go. That’s when I crossed that threshold over and over until I was spent.
My chest rose and fell and I slouched back against the shower thinking about how many hours it was until I would see her.
Once my breathing returned to normal, I lathered up with soap, rinsed it off, and got out.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I listened at the door and heard nothing from the room. Thor must have been done.
Ready for bed, I wiped the steam from the mirror and gave myself a quick look. Blue eyes and brown hair reflected back, and I tried to see the good in them. The part of me I had buried long ago, or maybe the part of me I never bothered to uncover.
I hoped it was there, because if not . . . I was so fucked.
And not in the good way.