I didn't want more of his tongue, or his fingers. I needed his hot, hard manhood between my legs. Gripping his shoulders, I got a hold of his shirt and pulled until he got the hint and slid up my body. His hands were at each side of my head now, propping up his body over mine.
His eyes searched mine, waiting, questioning.
I nodded.
He didn't move.
I pulled his hips down to rest between my legs.
Kissing me softly on the forehead, he got off the bed and undid his belt. My eyes widened when he freed his fully erect cock. It was huge. Jesus, what would that massive appendage do to my untouched core? Fear and sheer will power and excitement all came together, mixing with curiosity. I wanted to know.
Evan came over to the small table beside the bed and found a lubricated XXL condom. He opened the wrapper slowly. Before he removed the condom from the package, I sat up and took it from him, placing it beside me on the bed. I hung my legs off the side of the bed and leaned forward, licking my lips and taking his cock in my mouth. The salty taste of his pre-cum took me by surprise, but it didn't stop me from inching up his shaft as far as my mouth would go. I moved back then slid my lips along the head and up his length, taking in some more, looking up and admiring his rock hard stomach, chest, and all those angular lines of his chiseled torso and face. He groaned and closed his eyes. His large hands ran through my hair and gripped the root, holding me in place. I moved back and forth, faster now, aware of my expanding arousal, and the wet heat that soaked through my panties.
He pulled out of my mouth suddenly, and bent forward to kiss me passionately again. The warmth of his lips enveloped me, and his tongue explored my mouth, showing me his craving for what was about to come. He eased my bundled up clothes and panties down my hips and legs, throwing them into the pile with his. Picking up the unwrapped condom, he slipped it on and pushed my shoulders back so I could stretch out in bed. He hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly positioned himself between my legs.
Personally, I was glad he didn't ask me again whether I was sure about taking the next step, even though I could see the burning question in his eyes. His stare was seductive, invasive and reassuring. I could lose myself in his gaze if I really wanted to. It shared a promise that he would make this a memorable experience for me. I wanted memorable, but I did not want to be here until six in the morning to find out what a cock felt like inside me. I wanted him now.
Gripping his hips, I pulled him tight on my groin, and rubbed my soaking wet center along his meaty, condom-clad shaft, rolling and rocking, inviting him to enter me.
Then he did it.
Oh God, Evan entered my tight, formerly-chaste pussy a few inches, and my body froze in place. He was massive. Fuck, he felt huge inside me, stretching my inner walls in a way they'd never been affected. He took it as a sign to stop. Goodness, he must have had more patience than Job, the way his eyes shut tight while he waited.
It hit me then.
His cockhead had breached my opening.
I was a virgin no more.
I resisted the urge to sing-scratch that-to cry out a line from Madonna's eighties song. My core was stretched to accommodate him, and there was so much more of him outside. Evan pressed a kiss to my lips, then ducked his head to take my breast into his mouth. I was sure he was doing so for my benefit, and gosh, it was working. Taking a breath, I moaned and relaxed into his touch. My legs parted more widely. I moved my hips slightly and welcomed more of him inside of me. He continued to tease and gently bite my nipple, and another few inches made its way in.
I was wetter now, and when he lifted away from my breast, moved up my body and parted my lips with his tongue, my hands were back on his ass, fingernails digging into the flesh to pull him in harder, deeper, faster. My hips were out of control, fighting for every inch that he buried into me again and again until I felt that peak in my mind's eye, approaching on the horizon, about to pull me under as it was not a ripple or an eddy, but a surging tidal wave that could drown me in pleasure. I called his name and could hardly recognize my own voice. My lips pressed tightly together, my entire body braced for the onslaught, eyes wide and mind completely blank when I finally accepted my fate and let the wave take me to the where I came all over his thick penetrating cock. It was the climax to beat every other one I'd ever had.
I was numb.
I was free.
I could sleep.
I could cry.
Evan smiled down at me for a moment. In my sweaty, bewildered state, I could see he was trying to keep it together. I held on to his muscular biceps, enjoying the last few strokes inside me before his body seized and his jaw clenched in simultaneously painful and pleasurable ecstasy when he came.
Finally spent, he lowered onto me and held me for a few minutes. After catching our breath, he slowly and gingerly withdrew from my sore, satiated core. Ridding himself of the used condom in the waste bin beside his bed, he stretched out beside me.
"Are you doing okay?"
"Mmmm. Better than okay, baby," I hummed. "You?"
He chuckled. "Fuck yeah."
"Can I stay over? Not sure I can drive right now … and I may want to … to do it again. Tonight."
He rolled to his side and kissed my check, tucking some stray her behind my ear. "Of course."
He may have said more, but my brain shut down on its own and I let the fatigue throughout my body and the soreness in my now-deflowered core take me the rest of the way.
22
Evan
"Come on, Marshall. Get your head in the game."
Samantha sounded so stern, I had to laugh.
She frowned. "I mean it! Put your heart into those moves. I want to see full range of motion from you, soldier!"
"Soldier? You're my drill sergeant now?"
"I'll be whoever I have to be to get your ass in shape. We have less than three weeks left."
"Hmm, I'm kinda digging the idea of you in a tight little army uniform. You could be all serious and commanding, and I could be your whipping boy, obeying your every command. What do you think?"
Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head. "No. Just no. Come on, Evan. We need to get serious about this."
"I am serious."
"Not when you're chomping at the bit about this role-playing idea. Listen. I want to get back out onto the field at a hundred and ten percent of where you were before this unfortunate injury. You've had a week of rest and two weeks of rehab. These last three weeks have been set aside for your recovery. This is where I need you pushing hard for every inch of flexibility, pushing yourself past the brink so you can also tackle the psychological aspects of getting hurt. You understand why we're here, right?"
Fuck.
I hated that she was dead on.
"Yes. You're right. There's only nineteen days left. Let's start again."
She looked me up and down. "Be honest with me. How strong does the leg feel?"
"Just as strong as the other one. I swear to God. I wouldn't bullshit you on that.
She looked skeptical. "Really?"
"Really. I mean it. Last week I was already there, but you're right. I was hesitating. I was holding back. That ends now. This shit's too important to fuck around now."
"There you go." She stood up, circling me. "Fine. After we're done this circuit, can you get a few of your teammates down here? I want to see for myself how you'll do with a few plays. I can adjust the training to suit."
I grinned, checking the time. "I'm already way ahead of you, doll. They're on their way over right now."
She licked her lips and smiled, not quite looking me in the eye. "I should have known."
"Yes, you should have. I'm in a hurry to get moving so I can kick some ass at the combine."
"Then quit it with the goofing around." She picked up her pack and gave me a sports recovery drink. "Here. Hydrate."
I kissed her as I took the bottle. "You know deep down, you love taking care of your all-time favorite student-athlete patient."
She rolled her eyes, looking away. "Whatever you say."
"Sir, yes sir!"
While we waited, I noticed a familiar face walking by. My eyes narrowed when I recognized him. Austin fucking-Grant. It had been weeks since his name came up. Sam hadn't mentioned him, and Pat's bodyguard hadn't seen him at the dorm. He saw me, and the look on his face was anything but friendly. Probably because of that kiss.
I stopped Sam and kissed her again. Dude needed to know not to mess with her again. She was mine, even if we both refused to acknowledge it openly. Sam smiled and made me do some more running sets to keep warm while we waited. The squad showed up a few minutes later. It was Slade, Chris, Mo, Clive, Tre and Chad. My people.
"You sure you're up to the challenge?" Chad asked.
"You'll see when you eat my dust, moneybags."
"Bring it, son."
It felt good to be back with them, where I belonged. It was as natural as inhaling a lungful of air. And when we did our warmup sets and started bullshitting with each other, life adjusted to the proper axis. I could breathe again.