TEN
Brooke
Eight o’clock on the dot, I heard a knock on the door. After downing the last of my second glass of wine, I stashed the empty glass behind the couch.
On the way over to the door, I pulled my pink tee-shirt down, wondering if it was too tight. Would he think I was trying too hard?
I took a deep breath then unlocked the door. Trying to act cool, I opened it. Austin stood on the porch wearing jeans and a red Buffalo State sweatshirt.
“Can I come in? It’s getting chilly out here.”
“Sure.” I unlocked the screen door.
He opened it and walked inside, brushing against my breasts as he passed.
“Jocelyn’s not here, is she?”
“No,” I said as I closed the door and locked it. “She’s gone for the rest of the night. Well, until midnight or one, but I doubt you’ll be here that late.”
“I’m not, am I?”
He flashed me a view of those perfectly white and straight teeth. How was it possible for one man to be so right in so many different ways?
“We’ll see.”
“I’m tired. It’s been a long day. Did you want to talk about something? Your football career?”
“Nah, I’m good, but I did want to see you and hang out.”
“How about a game of Madden? If I stomp your ass, you owe me something special.”
“And if I beat you?”
“I’ll give you something special.”
“I don’t get to pick?”
I shook my head. “Game?”
“Let’s do this,” he said, dropping his arm.
We walked over to the couch and sat down next to each other. I grabbed the remote control and switched over to the PS4 screen.
“Were you playing earlier?” he asked, nodding at the controllers on the glass and steel coffee table in front of us.
“Yeah, I was practicing, but just a little.”
“Uh oh, Brooke’s got some game.”
“Be warned,” I said, picking up one of the controllers.
He grabbed the other. I felt his leg pressed against mine as we sat so close to each other.
“I’m totally going to kick your ass,” I said.
“We’ll see about that.”
“Oh, I ran into Trey today.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. On campus. He said you told him I spilled what happened with him at the Med Center?”
I turned to see a grin slide onto his perfectly proportioned face.
“Was he mad?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.
“Not when I told him I didn’t tell you.”
“Now I want to know even more.”
“I bet you do,” I said, turning back to the television and hitting play. “Game on.”
“Bring it.”
We picked our teams and players, comfortably talking like we seem to do every time we are together. All the while, I kept thinking about the dark blue lace panties I had on under my sweat pants. Would he like them? Hopefully, he wouldn’t keep them on me long.
I’d even picked up a three-pack of condoms in case he didn’t bring any of his own. His reputation included the fact he always had a couple on him, but I didn’t want to take any chances. After sleeping with him, I planned to get back to my life.
Between studying and work, I had no time for messing around with a man, especially not one as high-maintenance as Austin. Nearly every other woman wanted to be with him, and the thought of keeping him entertained so he didn’t stray already exhausted me.
“Take that!” he said, twisting in his seat as he expertly used the controller.
I hoped his hands know their way around a woman just as well.
“You’re an amateur,” I said, trash talking like the best of them. “This isn’t real football.”
“You can say that again.”
“This isn’t real football,” I repeated then elbowed him lightly.
He laughed.
“You’re funny.”
“That’s not all I am,” I replied, wanting to get past the games to the main event of the evening.
He rested his hands on his legs and turned to look at me.
“Yeah?”
I nodded. He set the controller on the coffee table and turned his body to face me. The tension in the room rose as the fake crowd from the video game cheered us on.
One hand on my waist, he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I sighed as his mouth pressed against mine. His tongue slid in, dancing with mine. Damn, he was a good kisser.
While we kissed, I felt his strong hand slide under my sweatshirt. His fingers found my breasts, squeezing them. I loved the feel of his rough skin against my nipples.
I broke away, staring into his eyes.
“Let’s go to my bedroom.”
He removed his hand and stood up. As I got to my feet, I marveled at his physique. And he hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet. My body ached.
I took his hand in mine and led him from the living room then down a hallway. At the end, my bedroom. I opened the door and we went inside.
Before I had a chance to apologize for the non-existent mess, he turned me around with those strong arms and kissed me again. I thought I would faint.
He lifted my sweatshirt off, exposing my bare breasts. A moment later, his lips were sucking on my nipples, making them even harder. I stepped back.
“Take your clothes off.”
A smile spread over his face as he stripped out of the jeans and sweatshirt. With each part of his body exposed, I became more excited.
“Your turn,” he said, nodding at my pants.
I undid them then turned to slide them down my legs, sticking my ass out in the process. He grabbed and squeezed.
“Nice panties.”
As I turned around, I smiled. He stood in front of me completely naked, his body a damn near perfect specimen of the human male at his prime. My eyes wandered between his legs.
He grabbed his cock at the base and twirled it around.
“You can suck if you want. Most women do.”
“I’m not most women,” I said coyly.
“That’s a good thing.”
I stepped forward. He let go of his dick, rising at the sight of me. Me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. My bare breasts pressed against his rock-hard chest.
We kissed again, this time even more passionately. I wrapped my thin fingers around his thick cock, marveling at the size as his tongue pushed into my mouth.
I sucked on his tongue as I stroked him. His dick got harder in my hands. After a few moments, he stepped forward, moving me toward the bed. This is it.
School, my dreams, everything else faded away as I sat down on the edge of my bed, the neatly covered mattress sinking slightly. He dropped to his knees and forced my legs apart.
Moans moved from my mouth through the air to his ears. He kissed my inner thighs, moving back and forth from one to the other. Do it already!
He glanced up at me, grinning as he kissed to the left and right of my pussy lips, not making contacting directly, which drove me wild.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back for a moment, the anticipation building up to intolerable levels.
When his tongue finally made contact with my pussy, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Nothing else mattered as he licked, kissed and nibbled.
My sensitive flesh opened up, getting even wetter. I opened my eyes and ran my fingers through his hair, loving the sight of his head between my legs.
“Fuck me,” I begged, wanting to feel him inside me.
He stood, a condom already on his hard cock. We made eye contact as he pressed the tip into my pussy.
I moaned, wrapping my legs around him, as he slid it in all the way. Waves of pleasure washed over my body as he penetrated me over and over again.
The sensation of his cock filling me completely made me even wetter. I rubbed my clit as he thrust in and out. He stopped a moment and lifted my legs higher into the air.
“Oh…”
He grinned as it slid all the way again. A good solid nine inches at least. And the girth. His cock fit perfectly, building up friction as it pounded into me like a piston.
So fast. So hard. Pleasure building up.
“I want you on top,” he said before laying me down on the bed. “I want to watch you come.”
I scooted back, patting the mattress next to me. He crawled on the bed, kissing me on the way. When he laid on his back, I straddled his body, that huge cock in my hand to guide it.
His hands squeezed my perky breasts, making my nipples tingle as I slipped down onto his fat, thick cock. So good. I moved up then down again, finding a rhythm as I arched my back.
He grabbed my ass cheeks as I bent forward and pressed my breasts against his chest. Our skin touching, I continued grinding my hips, his dick pushing into my pussy. So hard.
I felt him throb inside me as we kissed. His tongue pushed into my mouth forcefully, urgently. Mine swirled against his as our bodies moved as one, connected by our special parts.
“Brooke…”
The way he whispered my name made me want to never stop fucking him. Not ever. I sat up again, changing the angle of entry slightly but still sliding up and down on it. He put his palm on my stomach, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
The sensation pushed me over the edge. I cried out in pleasure as I came, still bouncing up and down on him. It had been so long, and it felt so damn good.
When I opened my eyes and stared down at him, he had a satisfied smile on his face.
“Oh, Austin.”
I leaned forward, resting against his chest. He grabbed my ass and thrust into my pussy, assaulting it like there was no tomorrow.
“Fuck,” he grunted then came.
His cock throbbed inside me as I stared at his eyes. After his body stopped shaking, I slowly climbed off of him. As I laid next to his naked, sweat soaked body, the reality of the situation kicked in. I’d just had sex with a football star. Me!
I draped an arm across his stomach, loving his little treasure trails so hard and defined. Would he dump me now? How would that make me feel? Self-doubt crept into my mind as we held each other. At least he wasn’t leaving right away.
“I’m going to the bathroom to clean up,” I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
“I’ll come with,” he said, getting off the other side. “When’s your roommate get home?”
“Late tonight. After midnight. If you need to go, I’ll understand.”
“That’s not me,” he said then patted my ass in the hallway.
I smiled as we reached the bathroom.
“Good to know. My bed is small.”
“All the better to sleep snuggled up against you.”
“Wow,” I said with phony surprise.
“What?”
“I never knew jocks could be so romantic.”
He grinned at me as we stared at each other in our reflections in the mirror.
“I’m not your average jock.”
“You’re my big jock,” I said then giggled.
“Do not tell anyone else that nickname or ever say it in public.”
I smiled, unable to stop.
“Promise,” I said.
He kissed the side of my head. Getting ready for bed had never been so fun or exciting before. Was this love or a one-night stand? In that moment, I didn’t care to figure it out.