TackledP: A Sports Romance(32)

I hear a whimper escape my lips and I'm suddenly aware that I'm standing here pressing my thighs closed because the throbbing between my legs is so insistent. Especially when he talks like that. No one has ever talked that way to me before.

"You're still worried about breaking the rules,” he says, his hand moving leisurely up and down his shaft. "So I'm not going to lay a finger on you. No rules broken. Take off your panties."

"I'm positive this counts as inappropriate," I say, but I slip the sides of my panties over my hips and drop them to the floor.

"Pick them up and hand them to me," he commands. "If you're still worried about the rules, the door is right there."

When I reach him, stopping just between his spread legs, I dangle the panties from my finger. His knuckles brush against my inner thigh as he brings his hand up his shaft. I look down at him, thinking about how easy it would be to climb onto his lap right now and slide onto his cock, thinking about how it would feel inside me.

"I am still worried about the rules," I say softly. "And about…other things."

"Other things … like me fucking you? he asks. He holds my panties in one hand and brings them to his face, inhaling deeply. "That smell makes me want to come right now."

I don't know whether to be flattered or embarrassed watching him sniff my panties. Or if I should be embarrassed that it turns me on. "Yes," I admit. "Other things like that."

As well as that little pesky thing called my virginity that I still need to get rid of. And the fact that college football's biggest player wants to take it.

"I wasn't joking when I said I wasn't going to fuck you, Cassie," he says. "Not until you beg me to."

"You … think I'm going to beg you to fuck me?" I sputter in disbelief.

"I know you will," he says, stroking his cock.

"You're arrogant."

"Your panties are wet, Cassie. Tell me what I'd find if I reached between your legs right now. Are you as wet as I think you are?"

I flush warm under his gaze. "I …"

"Do it," he says. "Reach between your legs and show me how wet you are. I want to see it."

I slide my fingers between my legs. Oh God. Relief washes over me the minute I touch myself.

"Let me see it on your fingers," he says.

I pull my fingers, coated in my wetness, from between my legs and show him. He growls.

He actually growls out loud when he sees how wet I am.

"I've been thinking about how you taste, Cassie," he says. "I've jerked off over and over imagining what you taste like."

I hear myself whimper, and I bite down on my lip to keep from doing it again. Every part of my body is on edge, my nipples hard in the air-conditioned room.

I slide my fingers between my legs, touching my clit without waiting for him to tell me, driven by the overwhelming need that floods me.

"I've jerked off thinking about you on your knees, taking my cock in your mouth," he goes on. His voice is ragged, and he strokes himself harder.

Now, I hear myself moan. "Oh God," I whisper.

"You've thought about me too, Cassie." His expression is pained now, and my fingers move more quickly, pressing harder against my clit, matching the repetitiveness of his strokes. "Tell me what you think about when you come."

Oh, God. Do I tell him?

"Tell me," he says. "I want to hear your fantasies."

I take a deep breath. I think my desire is overtaking my sanity, because I actually open my mouth and tell him. "After one of our tutoring sessions, I went straight to my bedroom and I –“ I hesitate for a second.

"Keep going," Colton urges me.

I stroke my clit in circles with my fingers. "I bent over the bed and used my vibrator and pretended it was you."

He makes a sound low in his throat. "I swore I wouldn't touch you today, Cassie," he says.

My breath comes shorter now, my fingers flicking over my clit faster. "But…"

"Put your hand on my shoulder," he says. "Lean forward and put your hand on me."

Put your hand on me.

I desperately want to touch his cock. He strokes it faster as I bend over him, one hand on his shoulder and the other between my legs, my back arched and my ass pushed up, in my high heels and nothing else.

My face is close to his, but he doesn't try to kiss me. When his hand grazes my hand as he strokes his cock, the contact makes me even hotter. I'm so close to his cock that all I would have to do is move a little higher, straddle him, and sink down onto it. The thought nearly sends me over the edge.

"Slide your fingers into your pussy," he says, his voice strained. "Fuck yourself with your fingers and imagine it’s my cock inside you."