"Alex." Her voice was soft, but strained from the need to come desperately. "I need you to give it to me. You're holding back." He looked at her, and she saw the way his throat worked when he swallowed. He was nearly out of her body, but after she said what she wanted he curled his fingers into her waist and shoved back into her, hard. "Oh, God." She closed her eyes as a ripple passed through her. He did it again and again, keeping a bruising grip on her as he pounded into her already deliciously sore pussy. She was so close to getting off, but before she could take matters into her own hands and touch herself, Alex had his finger between her thighs and rubbed her clit. He pinched the swollen tissue hard enough that her eyes watered and her orgasm crashed into her. It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. She bit her lip, feeling him touch the hidden, engorged bundle of nerves deep within her and felt her pleasure peaking to a volcanic level.
The tangy, metallic flavor of blood filled her mouth, but she didn't care that she had broken skin, because what Alex was doing to her at this moment couldn't be called anything but fucking her raw. Her breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of their damp skin slapping together filled her ears. He grunted and growled behind her like some kind of feral animal, but all that accomplished was having another series of smaller contractions going off inside of her, milking him like a fiend. With one ear-splitting groan he buried the full length of his dick inside of her and came. She felt how tense he was, how hard and bunched his muscles were as he strained behind her. When his body was no longer taut he covered her back with his chest, his warm, humid breath coasting along her nape.
They fell to the side at the same time, and Alex immediately curled his arms around her and brought her back to his solid chest. His shaft softened inside of her, but was no way flaccid, and she wiggled against him. He nipped her earlobe and groaned. "You better stop doing that, or we will be going round two." He kissed her ear and pulled out of her, much to her disappointment. He left the room, presumably to go to the bathroom, but she was too tired to open her eyes and check. A few minutes later he was back and sliding into bed beside her, resuming the spooning position with her back to his chest. They were quiet for several moments, and just as she was about to pass out his deep voice pierced the stillness.
"Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me tonight. It means the world that you trusted me." He buried his face in her hair and inhaled.
"I'm glad I told you, too." And she was. As the silence once again descended upon them, Mary let her thoughts take over for just a moment, and let herself entertain the idea that she could easily fall in love with Alex Sheppard.
Chapter Sixteen
Sweat fell into the Alex's eyes as he made another lap around the field. He may not be able to play in any games until all this shit was sorted out, but he still went to practice with the rest of the team. Alex was actually grasping what Mary was teaching him, which surprised the hell out of him since concentrating while around her was pretty fucking hard. What he knew for sure, he had no idea what the hell he had signed up for when he decided to take a Human Sexuality class. She was patient with him, because ever since their relationship had gotten physical he hadn't been able to keep his hands off of her. But her little "rewards" if he paid attention and stopped manhandling the tutor were incentive enough for him to actually focus.
Now it was Friday, and they were supposed to head to her family's place for dinner tonight. The whole situation was crazy, unpredictable, and he loved ever fucking minute of it.
He made one more lap and stopped when he reached his teammates. They all breathed out heavily, but running around the field was punishment for a few of the guys coming in late and hungover or still partially drunk.
"I should make you guys do another twenty laps just for the hell of it." Coach stopped in front of them and scowled. Yeah, he was pissed, and whenever Coach was angry it was a pretty scary thing to see. "I don't know how many times I've warned you about coming to practice hungover, but I'm sick of it. I don't care if it wasn't all of you, because we are a team, and when one of you screws up, the whole lot of you do." He scanned his eyes over the players and stopped on Alex longer than the rest. "I'm surprised more of you aren't failing your courses and in Sheppard's position. In fact, I thought you would have been smarter than he was and taken his screw-up as a life lesson."
Alex tensed in anger for being called out in front of everyone, but he kept his mouth shut. A few of the guys cast him a wary glance, but quickly averted their eyes when he narrowed his at them.
"No one is leaving practice until every single one of you sweats out the alcohol, and the only thing you'll want to do on a Friday night is ice your muscles."
There was a collective groan. Alex looked at his watch. He was supposed to head home, pack a weekend bag, and pick Mary up at her house in an hour. They would then head over to her parents'. He had reserved a hotel room, and the thought of having her all alone, under him, and crying out his name, had him hard as fuck. He adjusted himself through his outfit and walked over to where Coach was talking to a few of his teammates.
"Now get your asses back on the field and run Play 3 again until it's right." Coach turned to Alex.
"Coach, I'm supposed to be heading out this weekend with my girl. I can't really stay late tonight." There was a moment of silence. Coach shook his head. "You are one of the ones that needs to stay, Sheppard."
"I've been on time since you told me about bringing my average up, and I haven't come to practice hangover. I'm also working my ass off trying to get my grades up."
"You want an award, Sheppard?" Alex gritted his teeth and tightened his hands into fists. Coach was to be respected, but that didn't mean he liked people talking down to him.
"No, but I am telling you I need to leave. I've got plans."
Coach's expression stayed bland. "Looks like you're going to have to be late, Sheppard. Now go with the team and practice." He didn't give Alex time to comment, because he was already making his way to the field. Alex turned around and watched his teammates get in formation to practice a play. Shit. He could leave, but there would no doubt be serious repercussions involved, and he was already on probation.
"Fuck." He quickly walked over to his duffle and grabbed his cell from inside. After he dialed Mary's number he turned away from the field and braced his arm on the cement wall.
"Hi." The smile in her voice was contagious, and he found himself smiling in return.
"Hey, baby."
"Are you on your way?" He voice was soft, melodic, and had him closing his eyes and savoring it. Shit, he was so into her, and he didn't care what anyone said about that.
"Aww, baby, I have to stay late for practice tonight. Coach is really being hard on the guys coming in hungover." He heard the sound of a zipper being closed and knew she was getting ready.
"Really?" Her disappointment was clear. "You can't leave early? Maybe tell your coach you have plans?"
"I'm sorry, baby, but I'm already on probation because of my grades, and I really don't want to piss anyone else off."
"Well, you are still coming, though, right?"
Things with them were so different now, and he couldn't even explain it rationally. Just a few short weeks ago he would have never thought he would ache just to see Mary's face, just to hear her voice, and to touch her skin. But all of that changed when she gave herself to him at Frost's and only continued to change for the better every time he saw her, hell, every time he spoke with her. They may not have sat down and discussed what kind of relationship they were in, but there wasn't anyone else for him. Besides, the way she looked at him told Alex she was just as into this as he was. He didn't look at other girls, didn't think about other girls, and sure as hell didn't get wood when one of them in a short skirt brushed by him. All he wanted anymore was a certain dark haired girl with vibrant blue eyes and a passion inside of her that could bring him to his knees in more ways than one. He looked at the dull porous grey wall in front of him and flattened his hand on the rough surface.