Win Big:A Bad Boy Sports Romance(23)

Closing my eyes, I bit my lip, holding back a moan as I pinched my nipples and flicked them back and forth with my fingertips while my other hand slid slick fingers over my swollen nub. I leaned against the shower wall, craving a release from the idea of his tongue lapping at my folds, looking up at me, teasing me, watching as he drove me to heights of pleasure. I pictured him picking me up and lowering me to his bed, his hands around my wrists, pinning me down as he plunged in and out of me and growled out what he would do to make me scream until I came for him.

My muscles tightened and strained under my fingers, closing in on that one perfect moment of explosion. When I came, I stiffened and bit down on my forearm to stifle the soft whimper, which distorted and echoed around the stall and all the tile in our large, communal bathroom. Stroking myself gently, I eased myself down from the heights of self-indulgent bliss.

Me and Evan?

Maybe it wasn't so outrageous at all.





15





Evan





Two weeks down, five weeks to the combine.

I was still experiencing some tightness in my upper leg, but more and more, I was beginning to feel like my old self again. This week was crucial. We were about to get back to strength training with weights and some of the circuit routines on the football field. Here on the field was where I needed to strike the delicate balance of giving it my all while not re-injuring my groin muscle.

Push hard yet hold something back.

I was no good at holding back, except if I didn't do exactly that right now, my career could be down the toilet before it got off the ground. I had to do it. I didn't have another choice. Maybe Samantha could help. It was also my second week back at classes, but that was minor. Two easy electives that I could ace with minimal effort.

Easy peasy.

After the only lecture I had for the day, I went for a drive off campus to pick up a few things and ended up doing something I'd never done before. I wasn't sure how I found this little place, but when I did, I went for it, went with my gut, then returned to campus with a smile on my face.

Samantha was waiting outside when I made it back home. We weren't supposed to meet for another hour. The first thought was whether that rich bastard was after her again. I stopped the car in the middle of the street and jumped out.

"Hey Samantha. What's going on?" I asked. "Did something happen with that guy again?"

"No. Nothing like that. I came by for the PT table and the other supplies I left here … I meant to get those last week as we'll be meeting at the center for the rest of the time."

"Sure. Give me a second and I'll let you in."

I found a parking spot halfway up the block and walked back to her. "Did you knock? There's always people going in and out of here. The front door's definitely unlocked. You could have gotten into my room from inside."

She followed me up to the porch, waiting as I unlocked the side door. "No, I literally got here a minute before you drove up."

"Cool. There," I told her after opening the door. "I'll help you get the treatment table packed up."

"Thanks."

I worked on folding the table while she gathered up all the bolsters and wedges, then I remembered. "Hey, wait here. I'll be back in a minute." Hurrying back to my car, I got the things I'd picked up and brought them inside.

"What do you think?"

"Think of what?"

I showed her. I had picked up two over-the-shoulder PT house call bags for her while I was out. One was teal and the other was red. "I figured you could use something like this … you know, instead of that plastic container from the center. So …  you like?"

Samantha was genuinely surprised. "Wow … " She got up and came over to look at them. "These are great. Thanks. Where'd you get them?"

"A medical supply store off the Acadian Thruway downtown."

"I'm a bit shocked."

"I see that." I smiled.                       
       
           



       

"Thank you, Evan," she said with some hesitation. "Now I see why you asked about my favorite colors."

"Yeah, I'm sneaky that way." I held them out toward her. "Take a look inside. It has two zippered compartments and a bunch of Velcro pockets. Inside there's some see-through pouches and stuff to keep things organized. It's pretty cool … if you're into that."

She took the red bag and opened a few sections. "Very nice."

"Go on. You may as well use them now for all the stuff you came to pick up … except the PT table, of course."

"Great idea." She was taken aback for sure. "This was … surprisingly thoughtful."

"Well, it beats flowers … not that I wouldn't go to that extent. Coming from me, you'd probably think they were a gag gift that squirts water or something."

"Probably." She looked over at me. "Don't be upset, but what made you think of getting me anything at all?"

"I'm not too sure. I saw the place as I drove by, and thought of you. Those bags were near the front of the store, in about seven or eight different colors. So I bought these."

"Hmmm …  You're a mystery, you know that?"

"I pride myself on keeping people guessing."

"I'm beginning to see that."

Samantha swallowed hard. I could almost hear the lump in her throat. When I looked over at her again, her eyes were roaming down my body. I should have been used to this by now. Women did that all the time when they saw me. The difference with Samantha was I enjoyed it a lot more, knowing I could get that kind of reaction from her.

She cleared her throat and looked away when she realized I'd seen her. "I'll get these packed up in my car. We can meet over at the center at two."

"Samantha, wait."

I hit the pause button on everything I'd planned about keeping my distance. Stepping over to her, I took the bags out of her hand and set it down on the floor. She licked her lips, appearing to hold her breath when I leaned in close. Lifting a hand, I gently slid my thumb over the contours of her full, breathless lips.

"Tell me to stop right now and I will, but I can't ignore what I'm seeing in your eyes right now."

"I … " she started, but nothing else came out.

I took her hand in mine, and Samantha's gaze move down to where our hands joined before she squeezed it back. She was shaking a little when our eyes locked.

"You don't have to be afraid of me."

"I … I know. I'm …  not."

I raised her hand to my lips, kissing her open palm, then I listened to her tiny sighs of pleasure as I kissed her fingers one by one. My lips traced down to her wrist and her eyes fluttered closed, mouth slightly open and breathing in short gasps. I placed both her hands on my shoulder, then I closed in on her neck, sweeping my lips up her jawline, taking in the faint scent of her perfume. I nibbled at her ear lobe for a second before whispering, "I want you, Samantha, and I know you want me. Whenever you're ready to take this further, you just tell me. I'll be as gentle, and slow, and attentive as you need me to be. That's a promise."

She let out a long, labored exhale through her sweet, pouty, virgin lips, tipping her head back to let me explore her neck and collarbone. Her skin pulsated beneath my lips as I kissed her and grazed my teeth along her skin. Samantha's hands slid down my chest and around my waist, slowly up my back and came to rest at my biceps, as though she wanted to know what every inch of me felt like. Backing up to my bed, I pulled away from her neck and sat at the edge, positioning her to stand between my legs. I looked up at her. Without breaking eye contact, I slipped my fingers under the hem of her shirt, caressing her sides. Her hands made it to the back of my head, fingers weaving up into my hair for something to hold on to as I passed the line of her bra until the pads of my thumbs were circling over her hardened nipples.

Her eyes closed as her head fell back, stilling her mind long enough to surrender her body to my touch. I peeled one of her lacy bra cups down past her nipple, and licked my lips, letting my head float forward to take it in my mouth. Samantha hissed from the contact, dragging in a long, slow breath. I was sure she whimpered my name out of her sultry, fuckable mouth. My cock was already hard and throbbing, eager to be inside her, but hearing my name from her lips made my balls tighten. Two weeks was too long to go without sex, but my dick had already decided it wanted Samantha, and would wait until she was ready.

Samantha arched her back. She gripped my hair at the feel of my tongue flicking over her pink nipples. I lifted a hand up her back, taking a fistful of her lush brown hair, tugging it gently while I sucked and teased her breasts one after the other. She was ready to go. I could have taken her now, but didn't want to rush. I was now on board with the idea of my own design-making sure her first time was slow and sexy and orgasmic, full of pleasure and whatever else she wanted.