Breaking Tessa: A College Sport Romance

by T Christensen

  Tessa laughed. Lindy was right. The band played, and the whole arena buzzed with anticipation. Tessa looked back down to the court and saw Jordan talking to a player.

  “Number sixteen look familiar, Lindy?” Lindy’s eyes widened and her mouth popped open when she recognized Deion.

  “Oh yeah, I found my eye candy for the game.” She rubbed her hands together and smacked her lips.

  Tessa giggled, but Lindy was serious about tracking Deion. She followed him wherever he went. She shook her head and focused her attention on her own eye candy who had dribbled up next to Deion.

  Both Deion and Jordan were laughing at something Jordan had said. Tessa couldn’t believe he could be so relaxed. She was nervous and tense just sitting in the stands. How was he not a ball of anxiety?

  At least five photographers pointed long lenses at him, and most of the TV cameras scattered around the arena were aimed at him. Tessa couldn’t hear, but she’d bet her last dollar the broadcasters currently standing on the hardwood with microphones in hand were talking about him.

  Tessa was uncomfortable being with Jordan in public when he was the focus of everyone’s attention. She couldn’t even imagine being on that court under an actual spotlight, but he acted like it was just another day. The loud buzzer sounded to indicate warm-ups were over, and the anticipation running through the arena amped up.

  The lights dimmed, music boomed, and the announcer’s voice rumbled through the arena with player introductions. Jordan was the last player to be introduced, and Tessa maneuvered around to be sure she saw him through the standing crowd.

  “Starting at point guard, standing at 6'3", number four from San Jose West High School, our own Joorrdannn Daaavisss.”

  The arena erupted. Noise from the blaring music, screaming, and stomping ran across Tessa’s body. She breathed a sigh of relief when the lights came back on and the music stopped. Gradually the screaming died down, and the players went back to the sidelines. Tessa tracked Jordan, admiring his beautiful, hard body.

  “Suck the drool back in, Tessa!”

  Tessa dragged her eyes away from Jordan. “Back at ya, Lindy!”

  They looked at each other and snickered.

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  The game ended in a resounding win for San Jose. The excitement was still overflowing from Tessa as she and Lindy walked to the dorms. She was staying with Lori, and Lindy was staying in the dorm next door with one of her friends. Before this, Tessa had never understood why people got so involved in sports. It was like they lived or died with their team.

  Now she got it. It was as if she had been on the court with Jordan, living vicariously through him. Each time he had pulled up for a shot or drove the ball to the basket, Tessa had held her breath in nervous anticipation. She had deflated with each miss but celebrated each time the ball had gone in. She’d cheered and jumped up and down to celebrate.

  The farther away from the center, the more the buzz in the air settled into tranquility. Tessa pulled out her phone to send a congratulatory text to Jordan. Once again, she found herself at a loss for words. How did she describe how amazing he was to watch and how effortlessly he played?

  Even without attending a game before, Tessa could see how talented he was. Jordan glided around the court with ease. It was like he didn’t even realize someone was guarding him. There was just something that set him apart from the other players on the court. It didn’t do justice to how she felt watching him, but Tessa finally typed something out.

  T: You were amazing! Great game! Can’t wait to watch you again.

  She watched her phone for a few seconds before shoving it in her pocket. Jordan had told her he showered after the games and then did interviews. He wouldn’t be answering for a while. Despite that knowledge, Tessa still itched to throw herself into his arms and share her exuberance.

  She and Lindy parted, and Tessa made her way up to Lori’s fifth-floor dorm room. Tessa slid down the hallway wall when her knock went unanswered. While she waited for Lori to come back, she took out her phone, eagerly opening an unexpected text from Jordan.

  J: Where are you?

  T: Young Hall

  Before Jordan could respond, Tessa saw Lori turn the corner. Clutching her phone, she stood up.

  “Hi, Lori,” Tessa called out, waving.

  “Hey, Tessa!”

  The dimly lit hallway had prevented Tessa from seeing Lori’s red lips and heavily black- lined eyes. Her friend’s hair was bright blonde, almost white. It looked immaculate. The strands were stick straight and bounced as she walked.

  “Woah, you look good, Lori! Did you just get back from a party, or are you going to one?”

  Lori opened the door, and they walked in. “Thanks! I was at the game like the rest of the school. Have you seen the players?” She started fanning herself. “It never hurts to look your best!”

  Tessa snorted. “Lindy said the same thing about the hot guys! Where were you sitting? I didn’t see you.”

  Lori waggled her eyebrows. “We sat as close to the players as possible.” She motioned to herself. “Can’t let all of this go to waste!”

  The unfamiliar feeling of jealousy pounded in Tessa’s chest. She bit her lip to stop from casually mentioning that she and Jordan were dating. The only reason she didn’t is that the whole campus would know by tonight if she did. Lori was a notorious gossip. Tessa liked knowing Jordan was hers without the public scrutiny.

  The subject changed to their experiences while they were student teaching and then drifted to other topics. Tessa made sure to grip her phone tightly so she would feel the vibration when Jordan finally answered her text.

  When she felt it about an hour later, Tessa raised her hand almost as fast as Flash Gordon moved. Lori was in the middle of a sentence but trailed off as Tessa eagerly read her message.

  J: Can I come get you?

  Her insides jumped, and she bit her lip from squealing yes at the phone. Instead, she typed it and waited.

  This time Jordan responded right away.

  J: Half an hour. Text you when leaving.

  Tessa jumped up and ran to the mirror above the dresser. Her mascaraed gray eyes were wider than usual, and she could see the excitement in them. Her hair was in a ponytail. For once she felt the need to look better than usual.

  “Want to tell me what’s going on?” Lori asked dryly, watching her scurry around.

  She turned to her and pleaded, “Can I please use your makeup and straight iron?”

  “Only if you tell me why.”

  “A date is coming to pick me up!” Tessa tried to say it nonchalantly, but the excitement bubbling in her couldn’t be contained.

  Lori’s full lips split into a grin. “Say no more. Everything you need is in the top dresser drawer.”

  As Tessa was finishing her makeup with Lori’s guidance, her phone vibrated.

  J: On my way. What room?

  Tessa quickly typed back.

  T: Meet you out front.

  If The Jordan Davis walked up to get her, the girls would hang out of their doors gawking. Or worse, they would come out to flirt and put their hands on him. Tessa was not in the mood to navigate the typical superstar welcome.

  On her way to the door, Lori asked, “Should I expect you back tonight?”

  Tessa paused, her stomach leaping at the thought of being with Jordan all night. What was happening to her? She was excited at the possibility of spending an entire night with a guy.

  “I don’t think so,” Tessa said with a broad smile on her face.

  Lori widened her eyes. “This guy must be pretty special. I’ve never seen you so excited about anything.”

  “He is.” Tessa slipped out the door with Lori’s parting words rolling around in her brain.

  Jordan was special to her, but it had snuck up on her. He had gone from annoying superstar to the first guy she was in a relationship with. A guy that still cared about his Composition grade despite his pro-basketball career being wi
thin reach. He had enough money and connections to get whatever job he wanted, but he still worked his ass off to get into the NBA.

  Tessa had only been waiting for a couple of minutes when Jordan’s ridiculously expensive truck rolled to the curb. The excitement she’d felt at the end of the game was back. She couldn’t contain her exuberance any longer.

  Jordan rounded the truck's hood, and Tessa met him at the curb. With a little jump, she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tight as he lifted her off the ground.

  “You were amazing!” Tessa said as she pressed her face into his neck and soaked up the spicy aroma she loved.

  Jordan chuckled in her ear, tightening his arms and sweeping a kiss across Tessa’s hair, making her feel cherished. He set her down too soon, and she pushed away her disappointment. It was forgotten as soon as Jordan leaned down and kissed her.

  The familiar zing of his lips lit her up, and Tessa pushed up onto her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. The rest of the world fell away. She didn’t care if anyone could see them. It had been too long since she had felt his arms around her.

  Eventually Jordan eased away and brushed his finger over her lips. Her visible shiver made his focus sharpen on her lips. He abruptly led an unresisting Tessa by the hand to the passenger door and helped her inside.

  After he slid into the driver’s seat, he pinned her to her spot with the white-hot intensity rolling off him.

  “We’re going to my place.”

  Tessa sucked in a breath. It wasn’t phrased as a question, but she knew what Jordan was asking.

  “Yes,” she husked out.

  Quick as a whip, Jordan leaned over to place a hand around Tessa’s neck and drag her to him. After scorching her with a quick, hard kiss that left her breathless and needy, he pulled back.

  “Be sure, Tessa. Once I get you in my room, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

  His eyes blazed, but he watched her carefully. Tessa tried to get some air into her heaving body. Jordan’s words replayed in her head, making it impossible to get the oxygen she needed.

  She’d never had a guy want to fuck her, and she had never thought those words would be a turn-on. His gritty statement made her core pulse, and she squirmed in her seat to try and find some relief. The urge to crawl over the driver’s seat and grind against Jordan was an impulse she was having a hard time controlling.

  “If you’re not sure,” Jordan swallowed hard, as if it was the most difficult thing he’d ever had to say, “then we can go to dinner somewhere.”

  Tessa laid her hand on his leg and started sliding it up. He hissed in a breath. She watched his jaw tighten and felt his leg muscles contract as he struggled to stay still.

  Putting him out of his misery, Tessa whispered, “If you don’t take me home, I’m going to climb over this console and get what I want.”

  Jordan pulled her in for another searing kiss. She covered the bulge in his dress pants with her hand, relishing how hard his cock already was. The speed with which Jordan pulled back left her dazed, and she looked over at him confused.

  His chest heaved as he leaned his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. His white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel made her realize he was fighting for control, and it did nothing to ease the hurricane of desire swirling inside her.

  He snapped his eyes open and growled, “We’re going before I take you up on your offer.”

  A thrill ran through her knowing she had created a frenzy of need in him. Tessa's blood pounded through her. Jordan lifted her hand from his zipper in a firm clasp and placed it back on her lap.

  “You,” Jordan drew in a shuddering breath, “can’t do that. I’ll crash the truck.”

  Tessa knew he was right, but his place suddenly seemed very far away. She swallowed down her protest and said, “Hurry.”

  Ten minutes into the twenty-minute trip, Tessa kept twisting her body, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Jordan reached over and clamped his hand down on Tessa’s thigh. She sucked in a breath to help absorb the burn she felt. He continued moving his hand up her leg and cupped her.

  “Ahhh . . . ” Tessa hissed out, bracing her legs on the floor and raising her hips to get more relief.

  Even through her jeans, Tessa felt every point of contact. Jordan knew exactly where to apply pressure to have her begging for more.

  When he withdrew, Tessa felt the ache of loss. She bit her lip to stop herself from begging Jordan to continue and slid her eyes open. The gigantic houses looked familiar, and Tessa knew they were close to Jordan’s home. She dragged herself up and took some deep breaths in an attempt to calm her pounding, achingly desperate body.

  Tessa swung her eyes over to Jordan. His jaw was still locked tight, and there was a telltale flush creeping out from under his white button-down. His muscles bulged as he straight-armed the steering wheel, but it was his hands that Tessa got stuck on.

  They were both white-knuckling the steering wheel, but she remembered what one had been doing to her body just seconds before. Tessa wondered what he would do if she grabbed it and guided it inside her jeans. The thought had her squirming in her seat again.

  “Stop,” Jordan growled.

  Tessa lifted her gaze and widened her eyes at his scorching stare.

  “If you don’t stop, I’m going to pull this truck over, drag you out, and bend you over the hood,” he warned her in a low, tense voice.

  Tessa gasped at the erotic image. No one had ever spoken to her like that. If someone had told her she would like it, she would have laughed in their face. Now, she was tempted to put her hand on his bulging cock to see if he would follow through.

  When the truck came to an abrupt stop, Tessa snapped her head up, anticipation flowing through her. Jordan was already halfway around the hood to open her door, but she wasn’t waiting. She got out on her own and stepped down. As soon as her feet hit the ground, he snagged her hand. Tessa alternated between jogging and walking to keep up with his long strides. No complaints escaped her. They were both on the same mission.

  As soon as the pool house door closed behind them, Jordan was a blur of movement. Tessa’s back was against the door, and he was plastered to her. Before the first shiver could even pass through her body, Jordan’s lips consumed her.

  Tessa sank into his hard frame as she untucked his white dress shirt. With shaking hands she started the difficult task of unbuttoning the endless row of buttons. Her fingers tingled when they met the warmth of Jordan’s chest.

  Tessa tried to get some air into her body as he pulled her University of San Jose t-shirt over her head and unclasped her bra. She pushed her breasts into his hands and shuddered when his cupped them and then tweaked her needy nipples.

  Jordan stepped back and undid his belt. Tessa eagerly touched his broad shoulders and skimmed her hands down his arms to remove his shirt.

  “Pants off, Tessa,” he demanded.

  Right, good idea. She brought her hands up and got as far as unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans before Jordan shoved his pants and boxer briefs down his legs.

  He was beautiful. His cock matched the rest of him—long, thick, and hard. The clear liquid at the tip snagged Tessa’s attention, and she slid to her knees and licked it. Jordan froze while she savored the taste rolling around in her mouth.

  Tessa brought her hands up to his hard thighs and went back down, cupping her tongue around him as she went. Just as she started to find her rhythm, she felt hands under her arms pulling her up.

  “Another time, Tessa. Right now, I need you underneath me.”

  He cupped her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, ripples of lust resounding through her body as Jordan started to walk. Tessa leaned in and tugged his ear into her mouth before running her tongue down his neck.

  “Fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of me,” he gritted out.

  Her giggle turned into a groan when Jordan lowered her onto the bed and covered her body with his. His c
aressed every part of her body with his hands and mouth. By the time he had gotten to her jeans, he had worked her body into a frenzy. Jordan made short work of pulling the jeans and her panties down her legs.

  He paused, looking down at her from his knees. His possessive, heated eyes were burning Tessa without a single touch. While holding her captive, Jordan grazed the inside of her thighs with his fingertips.

  Tessa held her breath, willing him to engulf her with his large hand. He retreated every time he got close to her aching lips until she couldn’t stay still any longer and tilted her hips. Finally he cupped her between her legs, and she moaned out in relief.

  “Yesss.”

  Jordan lowered his body back down and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Tessa’s eyes flew open and connected with his. Maintaining eye contact, he placed an open-mouth kiss on the most sensitive part of her body.

  Tessa’s heart stopped beating, and her stomach caved in with the force of feeling that his mouth inspired. Jordan gave her a wicked grin and bent his head.

  Alternating between gripping the comforter and Jordan’s head, Tessa got lost in the sensual haze he was creating.

  “Please, Jordan, please.”

  Finally, he took one of his hands and started manipulating her clit. At the same time, his tongue plunged in and out of her. Tessa exploded, feeling like her body was experiencing a tsunami.

  Eventually she blinked open her eyes and saw Jordan caressing and kissing his way up her heaving body. He brushed a nipple, and Tessa shivered. He hovered over her, his cock nestled between her legs.

  Tessa reached between them, grabbing his cock and rubbing it over her wet entrance. She was still pulsating from her release, and every stroke was like a little tease. Jordan stilled her movements, and she looked up into his flushed, strained face.

  “Are you sure you want this, Tessa?” he uttered between his clenched teeth.

  “Yes.”

  Jordan searched her face and after seeing her determination reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He cupped her head.