Tackled

  my cock, her mouth hanging wide open as she strokes me. Pre-cum drips onto her tongue. "Shit, Cassie," I say, my hand gripping the roots of her hair, tighter now because I can't help it. I want this girl so damn much.

  "I've thought about this," she says, her hand moving gently over my balls, heavy with everything I've been storing up for her. Her other hand strokes me harder as she looks up at me. "I've thought about this so much."

  She wraps her lips back around my tip, sucking me harder until I can't take it anymore.

  "Cassie," I warn, my voice strained as I try to hang on.

  "Go ahead," she says, her voice thick. She looks up at me, her lush lips plump from my kisses. "I want you to claim me. I want you to claim all of me."

  "Shit," I groan, taking my cock in my hand and stroking it. "Cassie, I'm going to come all over that pretty little face of yours. All over those tits and that smart little mouth and —"

  "Do it," she begs, her face upturned. "Come on me, Colton."

  Just like that, my balls clench hard and I come.

  All over her face and her mouth and her tits.

  I think I scream her name. I think my ears are fucking ringing, it's so intense.

  I unclench my eyelids and look down at Cassie. Her mouth hangs open, cum dripping from her lips, and she licks them.

  Fuck me.

  I just stand there like an idiot watching this girl lick her lips that are covered in my cum. Her cum-stained glasses slide to the tip of her nose. She's the sexiest little nerd I've ever seen.

  And she's mine.

  "Shit, I'm sorry," I blurt out, pulling her to her feet. I grab a tissue from the box on her desk and dab it at her face.

  "I liked it," she says, handing me her glasses as she laughs uncomfortably. "Is that bad?"

  I look at the cum splattered over her tits. I marked my territory, that's for damn sure. I grab another tissue and clean the rest of her off.

  "No," I growl, kissing her lips. I pull her against me because I don't want to stop touching her. "I haven't hooked up with anyone since... well, it's been a while, so there's a lot."

  She laughs, her hand on my chest. "Colton King, world famous player, is telling me he hasn't hooked up with anyone in a while?"

  "Not since you." I don't even try to play it cool, don't even try to act nonchalant like it's no big deal. This time, I just say it because it's true.

  "Don't give me a bullshit line," she whispers. "I'm not some stupid girl. I know you're a player. I know what I'm getting into."

  "It's not bullshit," I insist. I hold her against me because I don't want her to walk away. I want her to stay right here. "I'm not giving you a line just because I want to fuck you. I already told you, the only way you're getting my cock is if you want it. It's all you, Cassie."

  I mean that it's all her choice if she wants to fuck me or not and when she wants to do it. Except when I say the words out loud – It's all you, Cassie – I get a twinge of something, a sense in my gut that tells me maybe I mean more than that.

  "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.

  "Say what?"

  I laugh. "Abel, Ben, Carter, Daniel, and Elijah. I'm the youngest."

  "No fucking way," he says. "Alphabetical order?"

  "Yeah," I say, shaking my head. "I was supposed to be Frank, only I was a girl, and my mother hated the name Frankie. S
o they just said screw it when it came to the whole alphabetical thing and named me after my grandmother."

  "You have five older brothers," Colton says. "How the hell do you know nothing about sports?"

  I cock my head to the side and look at him like the answer is obvious. "I never said I didn't know anything about any sports," I say. "I just don't know anything about football."

  "You thought football involved home runs," Colton says.

  "I didn't say I knew anything about baseball," I laugh, then explain. "My brothers played hockey. And, trust me, when you have five older brothers who are obsessed with hockey, you don't learn anything about any other sports. Hell, I learned as little about hockey as possible, too."

  When we're finished, he takes my plate to the sink, then reappears. "I'm hungry again."

  "Again?" I'm pretty sure he just inhaled a dozen eggs in that omelet.

  "Yep." He walks over to the chair and pulls me right up out of it. "Sorry, Teach. I have to eat."

  We don't even make it to the bedroom. Colton's lips are on mine, his hands roaming my body the minute he pulls me to my feet, and we stumble into the living room. Literally, I mean.

  Colton trips as he steps backward, pulling me with him, and we crash into the side of the sofa. I laugh as I fall against his chest. "Football players aren't the most graceful, are they?"

  "It's a good thing we have big dicks to make up for it." He pulls me against him for emphasis, the apron the only barrier between us.

  Until he yanks the fabric away, and there's nothing between us at all.

  His cock presses against me, his skin against mine, and I moan aloud at the sensation. "You're hungry too," he notes, reaching between my legs.

  "Starving."

  Later, I lie in bed with him, my head on his chest. He runs his hand along my hair, his breathing and his heartbeat the only sounds in the stillness of my room. "I don't know why, but you make me really fucking horny."

  "You're such a poet."

  He grasps a handful of my ass cheek and pulls me against him. "I'm a dumb jock," he corrects me bitingly.

  I feel a pang of guilt at the phrase. "I said that before I knew you." My hand moves lazily across his chest. "You're a lot smarter than you look."

  Colton laughs. "Thanks."

  "You know what I mean."

  "You're still going to tutor me." It's less of a question than a statement.

  "I don't… shit. I don't know."

  "I can keep a secret, Cassie," he assures me. "It's not like I'm going to walk into Coach's office and announce that I'm seeing you."

  "Are you seeing me?"

  "You know what I mean."

  I don't, actually. I don't know what the hell this is. And I don’t really want to know. All I know is that I want to keep doing it.

  "Does this mean I have to incentivize you for getting good grades?" I ask.

  "Oh, hell yeah, it does," he says. "I'm going to be the best fucking student you've ever met."

  * * *

  The loud ringing wakes me up in the morning. Not my ring tone. I pat my hand behind me, blearily reaching for whatever's making that horrible sound.

  "That's not the phone." The baritone voice near my ear almost makes me jump. Colton presses his cock against my ass. "But you can keep touching it if you want. I'm not going to stop you."

  Heat rushes through me at his touch, intensifying when his hand slides between my legs. "Is that yours?" I murmur, referring to the phone.

  His fingers find my clit. "It is."

  "Someone wants you," I say when it rings again.

  "Damn straight," he growls. "You're wet."

  "The phone."

  "Fuck it."

  "Answer it."

  His fingers stay where they are, lodged firmly against my clit, while he reaches for his phone. "Hello."

  I can hear his mom's voice through the phone and I swat at his hand. "Stop," I mouth, looking over my shoulder.

  "I'm not telling you that, mom," he says, his finger never stopping what it's doing, and I hear his mother's muffled voice through the phone. "I'll see you in a bit. Love you too."

  The second he hangs up, I slap his arm. "Don't keep doing that while you're on the phone with your mother, you pervert."

  "I'm going to keep doing this over and over," he whispers. "By the way, my mom says to tell you hi."

  I start to protest, but I'm too distracted by what he does with his fingers to care about Colton's mom and what she suspects.

  25

  Colton

  "This isn't studying," she states, her expression serious. "If I'm going to tutor you, then you actually have to let me tutor you."

  "If you want me to concentrate, you shouldn't have worn a damn sundress to the tutoring session," I argue, running my hands over her breasts. I pull one of the tiny straps on the dress right over her shoulder, breathing in her scent. I think it's burned on my brain now. She smells like raspberries and coconut and something else that makes my mouth water.

  It makes me want to eat her.

  Two weeks of doing everything but fucking her has me crawling