Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(93)

I grinned and put my arm around her. She didn’t move away. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Maybe,” she said softly. “By the way, I was meaning to ask: Where did you disappear to last night at dinner?”

I glanced at her. “The bathroom.”

She looked confused. “No. You didn’t go toward the bathrooms. You went outside.”

“Oh. That. I had to meet a donor out there.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything. We walked together like that in silence, enjoying the view. We were like normal people for a second, even a normal couple. It felt good to have my arm around her, felt good to not be smiling or acting fake for a fucking change.

“What’s your plan after all this?” she asked me after a few minutes.

“After the tour?”

“Yeah.”

I shrugged. “I want to get reinstated. Go back overseas, fight for my country.”

She frowned. “Is that really possible?”

“I think so, yeah,” I said.

“So you want to leave.”

“Guess so. I’m a SEAL after all. It’s what we fucking do.”

She nodded again. “I know. I know you keep saying that. I just thought—I don’t know. I wasn’t sure how serious you were.”

“It’s who I am, babe,” I said softly.

She stopped walking and looked at me. We were in an empty part of campus, a small walkway between two buildings with lots of shrubs and trees. We were alone, very alone, and I was suddenly very aware of that.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” she said.

“Yeah,” I said, grinning at her. “And you want me.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I do.”

She pressed herself against me and I kissed her hard.

Fuck. It was like lightning through me. Her lips were incredible, her taste, her body. She kissed me hard, our mouths pressed together, lips working, tongues touching, bodies close. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her hair, taking her, making her mine.

The kiss was intense, passionate, all the built-up energy exploding outward.

And then she pulled back and pushed me. I stumbled a step back into the bushes. She pushed me again, this intense look on her face.

I pulled her after me. “You want this now, don’t you?”

She reached down and began to unbuckle my pants. “Just shut up,” she said.

I grinned at her as we moved back into the bushes. I stopped, my back up against the wall of the building.

She stared at me, lust filling her eyes, as she pulled down my pants and pressed her hands down my briefs, grasping my thick, hard cock.





23





Selena





I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it as soon as he spoke.

I don’t want him to leave.

I knew the deal from the beginning. Nash didn’t want to be in the limelight, didn’t want to be famous. That was all fine, since I figured he’d still want to be in the country. But it wasn’t until that moment, when he let his guard down ever so slightly, that I really understood.

Nash wanted to leave. He wanted to get back into combat, back overseas, back into traveling around the world fighting terrorists.

And that meant leaving me.

I didn’t know what came over me. I didn’t know why I cared so much, but the idea of him going back into combat drove me crazy. I knew who he was; I knew that was a part of him. But for some reason when he said it out loud, in that moment I couldn’t stand it.

And so I pressed myself against him and kissed him hard. He tasted good, so damn good, and I couldn’t stop myself.

I was going insane, losing my mind. We were in public after all, and Nash was a very famous person. We couldn’t get caught doing stuff like this without a hundred articles getting written about it.

And I really didn’t want an article about how I had pushed him into the bushes, up against a wall, and shoved my hand down his pants.

But there I was, grasping his thick cock, slowly stroking his length. I was so wet, my mind absolutely blank as I began to work him, kissing his sweet mouth, his rough hands on my body.

His pants were down around his ankles as I worked his cock. I slipped my hand down his briefs and grasped him, slowly sliding along his length.

“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “I like when you take control.”

I smiled at him. “I knew it. You’re into some kinky stuff.”

He grinned. “Only when it comes to you, babe.”

I removed my hand and licked it, staring into his eyes, and then pressed it back down his briefs. I continued to work his thick cock with my spit-covered hand, rolling up along his skin.

He grunted in my ear. “God damn that mouth is so sexy,” he said.

“Do you like this?”

“I love it. I love the way you taste. Fuck, everything about you.”

He was so hard in my hand, absolutely rock hard. My heart was pounding in my chest, both from fear of getting caught and the pure excitement of his magnetism.

Without another thought in my mind, I dropped down to my knees. I pulled his briefs down, revealing his hard cock.

He grinned down at me. “Anyone can catch us,” he said.

“Scared?”

“Not at fucking all,” he said, taking my head. I opened my mouth as he pressed his cock between my lips, salt and skin and more, and he groaned.

I began to suck him that way. My lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, I sucked him hard and slow, looking up at him. Part of me wanted someone to walk in on us; for some crazy reason that only made me soaking wet. I wanted everyone to know how I sucked Nash Bell’s big, hard cock, made him groan, made him hard as hell.

He pressed my head down, pushing his cock into my throat. “Fuck. I knew you were bad,” he said. “I knew you wanted this cock. Swallow my fucking cock, girl. I want you to suck me off nice and hard.”

I worked him that way, letting his cock slip down my throat as I bobbed, my head moving forward, my lips sucking him hard. I kept my hands on his thighs, letting him thrust slightly into my mouth, letting his thick cock reach into my throat. I took every inch of him, loving the way he groaned, the dirty things he said.

“I love fucking that pretty mouth,” he said, “almost as much as I love fucking that pretty cunt.”

I pulled back, jerking him off as I looked up at him. “I want you to come in my mouth,” I said. “I want to taste it.”

He grinned at me. “How could I say no to that? Fuck, girl, you suck cock like you were born for it.”

I reached down and pulled my shirt up, exposing my breasts covered only by a black bra. Then I went back to work, slipping his cock between my lips and sucking it hard.

He reach down and felt my breasts, moving his hand under the bra to tease my nipples. “God I love your body,” he said. “I can stare at these fucking tits all day long while you suck me off.”

I continued to work him, jerking his shaft off as he pressed deep into my mouth. His strong hands gripped my hair as I sucked him. I felt the dirt under my knees, the wind along my neck and breasts and was wild for him, absolutely mindless.

I kept sucking his cock, taking him. He groaned as I pressed him deep down my throat, his hands pressing me down, his hips thrusting into my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth that way, taking his thick cock, making him feel good, driving him wild. I was beyond soaking wet, mindless with lust and pleasure, needing every inch of him, starving for his cum.

“I want you to swallow ever ounce of my cum,” he said. “I want you to take every inch. You dirty girl, I want to come in that pretty mouth.”

I kept working him, my hand jerking, my lips sucking. He felt my breasts, pressed my head down, pulled my hair. I let him fuck my mouth and it only made me that much hotter, that much wetter, a mess of desire and need.

“Fuck I’m so close,” he whispered. “Keep sucking that cock. Work that cock, Selena.”

I sucked him, not caring about anything, being sloppy and hungry and more. I jerked him off and let him fuck my mouth, sucking with my lips and tongue, working him fast and hard.

“Fuck,” he said. “Oh shit, I’m going to come down that fucking throat.”

He grunted and groaned, and in that moment I heard footsteps.

People were coming. And so was Nash. His hot load of cum filled my mouth, and I continued to suck him hard. He stifled his grunts and groans, clearly having heard the people approaching, but didn’t let me pull away.

The footsteps got closer.

“. . . and then he totally paid for dinner!” came the voice of a young girl.

“Oh my god, you’re so lucky, Tina.”

“I know, right? He was such a gentleman. I was thinking about letting him get to second base tomorrow.”

“Really?” the second girl squealed. “Tina, you’re so bad.”

“I know, right?”

Meanwhile, Nash’s cock was deep in my throat, his cum slowly sliding into my mouth. I took every inch of him as it slowly subsided. The two girls were feet away, just on the other side of the bushes, and I had Nash’s big dick still in my mouth, his load of cum sliding down my throat.

“What are you doing next?” the second girl asked.

“Well, I was thinking about teasing him a little. You know? Maybe send him a dirty picture.”

“Tina!”

“Just in a bra and underwear. Don’t worry.” The two girls giggled, and I heard their steps begin to get farther away.