Cam

 

Reese: How’s class?

I knew before I even looked at my phone who was texting me. And I had a huge ass grin on my face.

Me: Professor Valium is at it again. I’m about to fall asleep here. You?

Reese: I’m watching an elbow getting sliced open. So, overall, a good day. :)

I smiled as I wrote down a few more notes in my Sports Law and Ethics class. Only Reese could get that reaction out of me while I was in this class. The professor’s voice really was like a tranquilizer to the face.

Me: You’re sick. You wearing the sweater I told you to wear today?

Reese: It’s your lucky day. I’m wearing that AND your favorite bra.

I had to hold back my groan as an image of her in both items smacked me in the face. The sweater was this sexy V-cut number that showed off her fantastic cleavage and was nice and fitted everywhere else. And the bra she was talking about must have been the red push-up one that was covered with satin and lace and made her look like sin personified.

Put both of those together?

I was already popping a boner just thinking about it.

Me: Are you TRYING to kill me, woman?

Reese: I just like seeing you all worked up when I finally get you alone. ;)

Oh, two could play at this game.

Me: I’m not wearing any underwear.

She’d revealed how hot she thought men going commando was—or more specifically, me going commando—and I’d been taking ruthless advantage of that little tidbit.

Reese: Damn you.

I chuckled under my breath. It’d been eight days since our first night together in her bedroom. Although the constant teasing and flirting over the phone hadn’t stopped since then, actually finding alone time together had been decidedly harder to accomplish. If it wasn’t classes or homework getting in the way, it was dinners with our parents or plans with friends. And we’d certainly tried for brief moments at practices and games, but there were always too many people milling around and interfering.

Needless to say, I was horny as hell.

But not for just any girl. For Reese.

I was used to needing sex for a release. I had years of experience under my belt—ahem, pun intended—of relieving tension with a warm female body. But my need for Reese was not even in the same realm as what I’d taken from other girls in the past. I needed to feel the way she kissed me. I needed to feel her touch on my body, needed to hear her voice whisper in my ear. And by God, I needed to be inside her body because nothing in this world felt as good or as right as having her wrapped around me.

It was like all of my sexual needs and desires had become totally centered on this one girl. This was completely new territory for me, and I was still learning how to navigate it. I didn’t want to concentrate too much on what the future held for us. I just wanted to enjoy what we were doing now and focus on finishing out the season. Figuring out things with Reese would happen in time.

All I really knew was that I wanted her every damn second of the day.

I wanted her now.

 

***

Unfortunately, wanting her now wasn’t as easy as snapping my fingers and having Reese magically appear in front of me.

We had a home game tonight, so the whole team had been quarantined in the gym for hours. Sneaking out to see Reese hadn’t been a simple task since everything we’d been doing, we’d been doing as a team. It would have been a little obvious if I’d been the only one missing for a suspicious twenty or so minutes.

Hours after our sexty flirting, my body was beginning to itch.

Have I mentioned it’d been over a week since we’d last had sex?

A week of separation from her was like clamping my balls in a vice. Pure torture.

Sure, we wouldn’t speak for days, even weeks at a time in the past. But everything was different now. I knew what it was like to be with her. What she tasted like, sounded like, felt like. The longer I went without being reminded of what it was like to hold her in my arms and know that she was mine made the vice squeeze tighter.

At some point, without even realizing it, I’d forgotten all my worries about getting involved with her. My concern about not having enough time to devote to a relationship was now a mere after-thought. The fear of becoming too serious with someone didn’t seem to apply to Reese. As crazy as it sounded, I think I was more afraid of not becoming too serious with her.

How’s that for a mind fuck?

And the whole issue of Coach’s warning to stay away from her? Well, the threat of being benched didn’t mean jack shit. It was more about other people getting involved in our situation and complicating the hell out of it that had me stepping cautiously.

We’d reached the point in the evening when we were about to take the court and start our pre-game warmup drills. Everyone was putting on their jerseys, stretching, listening to their own individual tunes, and getting taped up. We were all paying attention to our own routines, while the coaches went over things in Bradley’s office.

I could finally sneak out. About damn time.

I stood up and muttered to Jesse, “Going to get taped up,” and then walked out the main locker room, hoping no one would question why I wasn’t using the adjoining training room door. I stutter-stepped in the hallway when I about ran headlong into Gus.

“Donovan,” he greeted me with his usual friendly smile. “Forgot your brace again?”

Don’t act like you’re doing anything wrong.

“Uh, yeah. And I thought it’d be a good idea to get taped up, too. It felt a little better last time when I did.”

He narrowed his eyes. Only slightly, but it was a noticeable what the hell are you up to? kind of look. “You want me to tape it?”

Somehow, I felt like the question was a test and he was studying my reaction. Not knowing what to avoid saying or doing, I simply replied, “No, it’s fine. Reese did it last time, so I’m sure she can handle it.”

He considered me another moment and eventually nodded. “All right, son. Good luck out there tonight.”

I breathed a deep sigh of relief when he walked off. I couldn’t handle it anymore. No more interruptions. I stomped over to the training room door and whipped it open. Reese whirled around, her eyes wide, and took in my expression. Hers darkened in response.

“Aren’t you supposed to be leading the team onto the court in a few minutes?” she asked, leaning against the cabinets, arms crossed over her chest.

“Exactly.” I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it. Then I walked over to the adjoining door and secured the lock there, too. “We have a whole few minutes.”

“To do what?”

I grinned. As if she didn’t know. Crowding her against the cabinets, I pushed our bodies together until I felt her chest rising and falling against mine.

“What do you think?”

I reached around and lifted her up by her ass, eliciting a dick-twitching moan from her.

“We can’t do that here,” she whispered, flicking her eyes over my shoulder to the locker room door. “Everyone, including my dad, is on the other side of that door. They could hear us.”

I leaned down and sucked at the skin on her neck. “Not if we’re really quiet.”

“This is too dangerous,” she said unconvincingly. “I thought you said you didn’t want anyone to find out.”

“That’s why they’re not going to find out. You can wrap up my knee before I leave, and everyone will just think I came in here to get taped.”

I pushed up her breasts in that damn sweater, memorizing the way they looked like an offering to me. Round, perky, with the smoothest, softest skin I’d ever felt. Her body was surrendering, but her pesky little mind was still infusing her brain with doubts.

“I don’t know, Cam. I still…”

She trailed off when I pulled her tit out of her too-sexy-to-be-legal bra and put my mouth over her nipple. Giving her a nice, wet tongue lashing was exactly what I’d needed and oddly, felt like coming home in a way. And amazingly, she was still pretending to resist.

I pulled away and met her glazed eyes with my own. “Shut up and kiss me, Reese.”

That did it. She grasped the back of my neck and pulled me to her lips without further protest. It was as if the realization that we only had minutes in here together hit us at exactly the same time and the electricity between us sparked. The moment turned frenzied.

Our hands were frantic.

Our mouths were hungry.

Our noises were quiet.

I would never have believed that having to restrain sounds during sex could be just as hot as screaming the ceiling down. But as we worked to shove my shorts down to my knees and her black pants completely off with all the silence of a church mouse, it couldn’t have been more erotic. I didn’t want to admit that some of the excitement was from the notion of getting caught, but it was. The majority, of course, was from how much we both wanted each other. But that added risk did intensify the urgency in the room.

I shoved my knee between her legs and spread them wider. There was no time to appreciate her matching red satin panties or the mere sight of her poised right there to take me. I snapped a quick mental picture and pushed aside the red scrap of material.

“Get my cock out,” I commanded in a soft whisper against her lips.

She toed down my briefs and found my length dripping pre-cum. I pressed her opening with my fingers to make sure she was ready, but there was no need. She was as primed as I was. Guiding me to her, she scooted her ass forward on the counter.

Her gaze shot to mine when I paused. “No condom?” she guessed.

Idiot. I’d been so Reese-hungry I hadn’t even thought about a damn condom. Though in retrospect, it probably wouldn’t have been a good idea to try and sneak one in my shorts with all the guys around. It would have been so easy for someone to see.

I shook my head, praying we wouldn’t stop. “No. I’m clean, though.”

“Me, too. And I’m on birth control.”

Thank fuck.

I plunged into her without another word.

Knowing this had to be quick, I drove into her with hard, deep thrusts and didn’t stop even for a second. We had to adjust when the slapping of our skin became too loud, but I never stopped pumping my hips, nor did she. Just like in her bedroom, she met me halfway, lifting her hips to meet mine.

“Touch yourself,” I said. “I’m not going to last much longer, and I want you to come with me.”

She immediately did as I said. I watched with lustful fascination as she rubbed her fingers over her glistening folds, concentrating right over her clit. She threw her head back and bit down on her lip to contain her moans of pleasure. The action brought her breasts to eye-level. I buried my face in them, licking over every inch of her flesh, until we both came in spectacular silence.

Again, there was no time for tender kisses or hugs. With giddy expressions and fumbled movements, we righted her pants, pulled up my shorts, and tucked her breasts back into her bra. She hopped off the counter and quickly found some athletic tape to wrap around my knee. After that she helped me put my knee brace on, even though that was something I could do myself. Admittedly, though, I liked her taking care of me. Other than my mom, no woman had ever even acted like she cared enough to do stuff like that.

She stood up and pushed her hair out of her face. “You better get back.”

She was so fucking beautiful, I almost couldn’t stand it. I took her face in my hands and laid one last hard kiss on her plump pink lips.

“Tell me I can see you after the game.”

Her bright smile about stopped my goddamn heart. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”

Okay, that one was the last kiss.

“I’ll meet you at your place,” I told her.

With one final glance down at her cleavage, I left the room, tossing her a wink over my shoulder. I hustled over to the locker room and was about to open the door when a voice calling my name made me turn back around. It wasn’t Reese, coming out to wish me good luck one last time, though.

It was Rachel. All decked out in her tiny cheerleading uniform.

Ah, shit. Not this again.

She stopped way too close to me. “Hey, Cam. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

I kept my expression blank. “I’m a little busy right now, Rachel. Whatever you have to say can wait.”

That’s when she took in my appearance. My hair was probably a little mussed from Reese’s fingers, and my lips were no doubt red. To some people, it might have been obvious that I’d just had sex, but Rachel was kind of dense. She could also be a conniving bitch, though. That was no secret. And the look on her face told me she may have seen more than I wanted her to see.

At least I wasn’t still hard.

“I was just going to invite you to a party the sorority’s having tomorrow night,” she said in a too-sweet voice. “Like a pre-Spring Break mixer. I’d love it if you were there.”

This girl seriously couldn’t get a clue.

“No, thanks,” I said tersely, turning for the locker room door again.

I thought I heard a door down the hall open, but I didn’t hear footsteps behind us. Must have been my imagination.

She stopped me with her fake fingernail claws on my arm. “You still playing hard to get? Come on, Cam. I’ve got exactly what you need, and I’m willing to give it to you without fuss or commitment. Isn’t that what you want? I know how to make you feel good.” Her claws inched toward my dick and got dangerously close to piercing it. Her mouth turned down in a fake pout. She must have noticed my non-reaction to her. “I guess I’m losing my touch.”

I ripped her hand off me. Having anyone touch me but Reese just felt wrong.

“Rachel, we fucked once last year and you automatically thought we were going to get married. I’m sorry you got the wrong impression, but let it go. There was never an ‘us’ and there never will be.”

That fake pout instantly turned into a scowl, her signature conniving bitch face. “You know what? I think you must be the one losing his touch, not me. What’s the matter? Can’t get it up anymore or something?”

 I smirked. “Or maybe I just don’t want your tainted snatch getting anywhere near my dick. Have some fucking respect for yourself.”

I slammed the locker room door in her face.

Hopefully, for the last damn time.