TackledP: A Sports Romance(49)

"How was it?" I ask. "Did the world famous player live up to his reputation?"

Cassie presses her body against mine, and my cock stirs the second she touches me. Because my cock apparently cannot get enough of this girl. "I'm not sure," she says, her hand on my ass cheek, pulling me tighter against her. "I'm not sure I have enough information to make that determination just yet."

"Then I'd better give you more," I say. "Information, I mean."





24





Cassie





Colton grabs my hand. "Come to the shower with me and I'll make sure I live up to my reputation."

"You can't just walk out into the hallway naked," I protest, giggling as he pulls me to the door. I giggle because I can't stop giggling, because apparently two orgasms have sucked all of the brain cells out of my head and turned me into a dippy girl who giggles. "Sable might come home."

"Sable might be here already," Colton says. "I'm sure she enjoyed how loud you were."

"Do you think she came home during —" I start, but Colton interrupts.

"Relax," he says. "I was just kidding. Sable is not coming home tonight."

"How do you know?"

Colton pushes the bathroom door open and looks around. "Nice," he remarks. "God, this is a lot cleaner than my place."

"I shudder to think about the cleanliness of your shower," I say. "How do you know Sable isn't going to be here tonight?"

Colton turns on the water. "Because she's with Tank," he says, raising his eyebrows and giving me a meaningful look.

"Oh. Tank told you that?"

Colton laughs as he pulls me into the shower with him. "No, your roommate told me. She barged into my room and told me she was going to do Tank."

"That's... weird."

"Well, she also barged into my room and told me that I needed to stop being a dick and go give you some dick instead." Colton pulls my ass against his cock for emphasis.

"So you came here to throw me a bone," I say.

"A boner."

"You're too kind."

"I can be kinder," he says, reaching between my legs as the water from the shower drenches us.

We only make it out of the shower when the water runs cold.

Afterwards, I rummage through my underwear drawer looking for a bra and a sexy pair of panties. Damn it, I should have sexy underwear, thongs and matching bras. I pull out a pair of plain black cotton panties and turn to put them on, catching Colton standing in my bedroom doorway watching me.

Naked, of course.

And not making any move to put clothes on.

"You're staring," I complain.

"I'd say sorry but I'm not."

"Are you going to get dressed?"

"Nope." He turns around without saying anything else and walks out of my bedroom.

I slide a t-shirt on over my head and find him in my kitchen, rummaging through my cabinets. I don't say anything for a minute because honestly, I'm pretty distracted by his perfect bare ass.

"I'm starving," he says, pulling out a bag of chips from the pantry and reaching his hand inside. He pops one into his mouth and grimaces. "What the hell is this?"

"Chips."

"What's this, some kind of chip imitation?" he asks, coughing. "This is horrible. Why would you eat this?"

"It's healthy," I say, grabbing it from him and shoving it back into the pantry. "And low-fat."

"You're not dieting, are you?" Colton asks, slapping my ass as I lean around him.

"Did you just slap my ass?"

"I did," he says nonchalantly, opening the refrigerator and peering inside. He pulls out eggs and milk and sets them on the counter. "I hope you're not dieting. Because I like your ass the way it is."

"What are you doing?" I ask as he scrounges around the refrigerator, finding vegetables.

"Cooking."

"You cook?"

"My mama taught me something," he says.

I reach into the pantry and pull an apron off the hook on the wall and toss it at him. "You're full of surprises," I say.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he says, putting it on, then turning around with the front of his body covered and his ass is exposed.

I sit at the table and salivate the whole time he's cooking. And not because of the food.

Colton makes omelets – mine a normal size and his bigger than the size of my head — and we sit and eat. This time, there's no awkwardness, even though Colton is sitting on my kitchen chair with his naked ass pressed against the seat. This time, it's easy conversation, Colton telling me stupid stories about growing up on his family's farm out in East Texas.

"Five brothers," I answer when he asks me whether I have siblings.