Breaking Tessa: A College Sport Romance

by T Christensen

  “Anakin Skywalker.”

  “Good job, Ms. Parker. You deserve a reward.”

  His voice hummed through her body like a conditioned response. She slid her hands through his silky hair and urged him down. At first Jordan remained still under the coaxing of her lips. Tessa accepted the silent challenge to be the aggressor and gradually increased her pressure against his mouth. Jordan began following her lead, but Tessa wanted him to lose his thoughts and control.

  She lightly traced his lips with her tongue and then retreated. Even when Jordan opened his lips and tried to capture her teasing tongue, Tessa resisted.

  The growl that came from him was her only warning before he took over. His hands went to Tessa’s neck, angling her head where he wanted it. He ran his hands up and down her sides, causing each point of contact to contract at the attention. The pleasing contractions spread heat throughout the rest of her body. When Jordan lowered his weight from his elbows and settled in between her legs, Tessa instinctively raised her hips and grinded against his hard body.

  Her senses were overloaded, and she loved it. No one else could make her live in the moment the way Jordan did. Every time they were in the same room the air vibrated around them. It was like their bodies were always straining to be together. Tessa had never experienced something so encompassing, and she never wanted it to end. But then it did.

  Jordan levered himself up, pulling her with him. With his legs splayed, he had her back to his front at the end of the sectional. Breathing hard, Tessa blinked at the TV screen in front of her. When her brain finally caught up to Jordan’s intention of stopping, she let out a moan of protest.

  “What are you doing?”

  He leaned down and nibbled on her ear, causing her lady parts to leap with excitement. “Anticipation will make it even better, Tessa. Patience. Watch the movie.”

  The last thing she wanted to do was watch a movie. She wiggled her bottom in protest. Jordan growled and put his hands on her hips. Tessa wasn’t deterred. Her body couldn’t stay still with all of the pent-up desire he had created.

  Tessa reached back and cupped Jordan’s erection through his jeans. Just as she squeezed it, he grabbed her hand and held it to her side.

  “Be good, Tessa,” he admonished.

  She didn’t want to be good. Just as she opened her mouth to say no, Jordan cupped her breast, stealing her breath, and then let go.

  “For every question about the movie you answer right, I’ll give you more.”

  Tessa’s mind flooded with pictures.

  “Understand?” Jordan asked forcefully.

  “Okay,” Tessa breathed out.

  Jordan sucked on her neck and cupped her through her jeans. “Good girl.”

  To her disappointment, Jordan returned his hands to her hips. Tessa struggled to watch the movie when all she could hear was the blood pounding through her body, which was begging for fulfillment. Gradually the pounding desire became a manageable thrumming, and she turned her attention to the screen.

  Throughout the movie Tessa eagerly answered Jordan’s questions. She teeter-tottered between paying attention to the story unfolding and anticipating what he would do when she got an answer right. Her mind was a porno movie, playing all of the possibilities. Before long, she would either have to put her hand down her jeans or jump Jordan.

  When the credits started to roll, Tessa held her breath while she waited for him to put his hands on her. When nothing happened, she turned her head and was stunned to see Jordan asleep.

  The crushing disappointment killed her desire. So much for the anticipation making it better. She could wake him up and rekindle their desires, but Tessa dismissed the fleeting thought. Jordan needed to sleep. He was up every day at five a.m. to practice or go to the weight room. From there he went to classes and then back to practice. Somewhere during the day he did homework and watched film.

  So Tessa got it. She understood why he had fallen asleep, but she was still disappointed. That didn’t mean she would give up her night with him, though. It was just ending differently than she had thought. With a heavy sigh she settled against Jordan and drifted off.

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  Tessa was jostled awake as Jordan attempted to carefully maneuver himself out from behind her. She squinted her eyes open and saw it was seven a.m.

  “Why are you up so early?” she croaked.

  He tucked a warm blanket around her. Tessa hummed when Jordan’s scent reached her nose and she felt his lips on her cheek.

  “I have a shootaround. Will you be at the game?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  Tessa absorbed the pleasure of Jordan’s chuckle rumbling through her. He gave her another kiss, this one on her forehead, before sleep reclaimed her.

  When Tessa woke up again, it was with silence all around her. Since she had lived in an apartment her entire life, the stillness was new to her.

  Not sure what she should do, Tessa sat up on the sectional to get her bearings. She reached for her phone and saw it was eight-thirty. Then she read a text from Jordan.

  J: Sorry I fell asleep. Redo tonight? Coffee on counter. Use my shower. See you at the game.

  Tessa’s insides gave her a hug. He wanted her to stay, and he had made her coffee. She padded toward the kitchen where her heart fluttered at the sticky note attached to the coffee pot that read press here.

  With coffee in hand, sunshine pouring in the window, and the whole house to herself, Tessa plunked down on the sectional. She had always shared a room, and there was never a place to go in the apartment to be by herself. This was a rare treat that Tessa planned to enjoy. After tucking the blanket around herself, she turned on the TV and watched whatever she wanted.

  There was no question that Tessa was staying here again tonight. She definitely wanted the redo, but that meant lying to her mom. Her gut twisted with guilt, but it’s not like she could just say she was staying to have sex with Jordan. Slowly and carefully, Tessa crafted the text to her.

  The yucky part of her day was done. Before getting out of her cocoon, she sent a text to Jordan.

  T: It’s a date tonight. GOOD LUCK TODAY

  Tessa waited a couple of minutes. When there wasn’t a reply, she put her phone aside and got ready for the game.

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  Chapter 24

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  Lindy and Tessa had agreed to meet at Lori’s dorm room before the game. When Lindy opened the door her eyes widened and she burst out laughing.

  “After attending two basketball games, you’re an over-the-top Grizzly fan.” Lindy ran her eyes up and down Tessa’s outfit. “Or maybe just a Jordan Davis fan,” she corrected.

  Tessa stepped into the room and looked in the mirror. Her hair was up in a ponytail with gray and yellow ribbons attached to it. The gray basketball jersey had the number four on the back. Each cheek had a sparkly yellow four painted on it, which made her eyes pop. The excitement shining through them was hard to miss.

  “Why can’t I be a Jordan Davis fan and a Grizzly fan?”

  Lindy rolled her eyes. “Name one other player on the team.”

  Hmm, good question. Then it came to her, and Tessa burst out, “Deion!”

  “Deion who?”

  “Deion from the party.”

  Lindy shook her head, and Tessa grinned before admitting, “I don’t know.”

  As Lindy informed her that Deion’s last name was Jones, Tessa noticed she had on a basketball jersey as well, but with the number sixteen.

  It was Tessa’s turn to torment Lindy. “And who is number sixteen?”

  Lindy shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  Tessa was on to her. “Mm-hmm. Were there other numbers to choose from?”

  Lindy casually turned away and tried to change the subject. “I grabbed the first one in my size. Are you ready to go?”

  Tessa grabbed her phone and started typing as she followed Lindy out
of the room. When they were outside Tessa had her answer and exclaimed, “I knew it! Deion’s number is sixteen.” Tessa sing-songed, “You like him! You like him!”

  Lindy had gone on many dates but never with anyone twice. And it was Deion who had brought Lindy to his house the night of Tessa’s birthday. The fact that she was wearing his number and trying to hide it was very telling. She put her hand on Lindy’s arm to slow her down.

  “Are you seriously dating Deion?”

  Her eyes turned soft, and Tessa stared in amazement. She was pretty sure this is what she looked like when she was thinking about Jordan. She listened attentively as Lindy answered.

  “We’ve been on a couple of dates, so I don’t know if we are seeing each other. It’s hard dating a basketball player in the middle of the season.”

  “I know,” Tessa agreed wryly.

  “Deion is playing at San Jose because he got a full ride. His mom raised him alone in Santa Fe while working three jobs and living in the heart of a crime-infested neighborhood. She got married to his stepdad a couple of years ago, and they moved here. Deion says he still feels like he’s adjusting to living with money.”

  Lindy continued like she was in shock over her attraction to him. “We just connected. Deion understands growing up like we did. In fact, he had it worse than we did.”

  Tessa squeezed her hand. “I’m happy for you.”

  “Me too,” Lindy agreed.

  Emotion was bubbling out of Tessa, and she pulled Lindy into a hug. When they broke apart, the seriousness was gone. The next words out of her mouth were something she never would have thought possible. “Let’s go scream our lungs out at the game for our guys!”

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  The entire game was tense. The teams traded the lead numerous times, and neither had led by more than six points. San Jose squeaked by with a two-point victory. Tessa’s blood was still pumping with excitement.

  Deion had made the buzzer-beating shot with an assist from Jordan. Her and Lindy’s voices were raw from yelling and screaming. Tessa was surprised they didn’t fall down a row of seats from all their jumping. It was an emotional rollercoaster, with Tessa and Lindy grabbing each other when they were tense or euphoric.

  Lindy regaled Tessa with Deion’s greatness as they headed back to the dorm. When Tessa felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket, her insides started doing a happy dance.

  J: Are you going to Lori’s dorm?

  T: Yes

  She let Lindy ramble and kept her eyes glued to the screen.

  J: I’ll pick you up in 1 hour

  J: No more anticipation

  T: I’ll be ready!

  Tessa’s heart stomped in her chest. This was going to be the longest hour of her life. She wanted Jordan here now so she could jump into his arms and wrap herself around him. Would he like her tribute to Jordan Davis outfit? Tessa smirked. He would definitely like her lacy white panties and bra.

  “Tessa!”

  Lindy’s exasperated tone made her whip her head toward her friend. “What?”

  “Was your text from Jordan?”

  “Yes. He’s picking me up in an hour.”

  Tessa could feel her face heating up as she thought about what they would be doing in an hour. Lindy’s chuckle made her refocus on her.

  “You got it bad. I never thought I’d see the day you were consumed with a guy.”

  Tessa didn’t either, especially a guy she’d met at a party.

  “I can’t believe it was a party you had to drag me to that brought us together.”

  Lindy linked arms with Tessa. “You should listen to me more often.”

  She snorted.

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  Tessa was right. The hour had crawled by, but Jordan was finally on the way. She practically skipped outside to wait for him in front of the dorm. He would have gone upstairs to pick her up, but Tessa was too anxious to wait through his usual fanfare. The guys would stop Jordan to congratulate him and talk about the game. Even worse, all the girls would throw themselves at him and put their hands all over his body.

  When the sleek truck rolled to a stop in front of her, Tessa wasted no time getting in. As soon as the door closed, she leaned across the console and pulled his head to hers. The kiss was needy and exactly what she’d been craving.

  Jordan had one hand in her hair. Tessa’s attention was on the other, which he was inching up her leg. She silently urged him closer to the throbbing between her legs. When he cupped her heat over her shorts, Tessa lost all sense of control.

  She reached down to mimic what he was doing. As soon as she touched his hard cock, Jordan grabbed her hand and sprang back to hug the driver’s window.

  Tessa blinked and tried to suck in some much-needed air as she breathed out a confused, “What?”

  Jordan gripped the steering wheel, breathing hard while staring out the window. He snapped his head around to meet her dazed expression and pinned her to the seat with the heat blazing from his eyes.

  “Buckle up. We’re going back to my house before I fuck you in front of the dorms.”

  Tessa reached for the seatbelt with a shaky hand. As soon as it clicked, the truck darted forward. The tension was hot and heavy, and she tried to process the intense feelings Jordan’s presence generated.

  Her core throbbed, and her hand twitched to touch him. Tessa twisted in her seat so she could see Jordan’s profile. Unable to control herself, she leaned forward and placed her hand on his upper thigh.

  A burst of satisfaction coursed through her when Jordan hissed and his muscles contracted under her hand. Feeling powerful, Tessa experimented. She let her hand roam and then stopped when it was blocked by his erection pushing against it. Instead of wrapping her hand around his cock, she trailed it underneath and cupped his balls.

  Jordan’s jaw tightened, and Tessa watched his face as she gently squeezed her hand. When a deep moan escaped him, she rubbed her legs together to help control the ache between them.

  She dropped her eyes to her hand as it traced his bulge. Jordan spread his legs to make room for her.

  “Tighter,” he growled.

  She tightened her grip and watched him lift his hips to counteract her movements. Just as she picked up the rhythm, he plucked her hand away.

  “I’m not coming until I’m inside of you. Unsnap and unzip your shorts.”

  Tessa’s breasts were heavy in her bra and her core leaped in excitement at Jordan’s words, but they were driving down the freeway. He turned his head, his eyes almost black.

  “I’m fucking you as soon as we get there. I need you ready. Do it.”

  Mesmerized by his raspy voice, Tessa undid her jean shorts.

  Jordan zeroed in on the opening. “Lean your seat back.”

  Tessa fumbled with the controls on the side of her seat and finally found the right button. As soon as she was leaning at a forty-five-degree angle, Jordan was there with his hand. His fingers slid easily into her. Tessa hissed in a breath and let her eyes drift shut.

  It was her turn to lift her hips. Tessa wanted his fingers deeper in her. The only sounds were Tessa’s and Jordan’s uneven breathing. Jordan continued to move his fingers until Tessa no longer cared who saw them.

  She was vaguely aware of the truck coming to a stop but only slid her eyes open when Jordan removed his hand. As he rounded the truck, Tessa realized they were at his house. Before she could find the button to release the seat belt, Jordan was there doing it for her. The back of his hand trailed across her aching breasts.

  Tessa hissed in a breath and pushed her chest into his hands, eager for more. Jordan groaned, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples through her jersey. Tessa reveled in the arousal that went straight to her core.

  “Fuuuck, Tessa.”

  Her body wept when Jordan removed his hands. It was pacified when he maintained contact by grasping her hand and helping her out of the truck. Tessa had a hard time keeping up with his long strid
es, but there was no way she was going to complain.

  Jordan swept her in the front door and continued the same purposeful stride down to his bedroom. When the door was closed behind him, he started shedding clothes. Tessa stared wide-eyed with her heart beating out of her chest.

  Jordan paused when he reached the opening of his dress pants. It was like he was waiting for Tessa’s devouring gaze to catch up. As soon as she was fixated on his erection, clearly visible through his pants, Jordan dropped them.

  Tessa’s mouth was dry from trying to get enough air into her lungs. His cock was thrust up through the waistband of his boxer briefs. Mesmerized, she started lowering to the floor. Tessa was going to swipe her tongue over the leaking tip and taste him.

  She was stopped when Jordan took two steps and pressed her against the door. Her body fired up with all of the contact. Jordan locked her head in place while his eyes blazed into hers.

  “No. You can’t touch me, or this will be all over.” He reached down, shackling her wrists and drawing them above her head. “Be a good girl and leave them there.”

  He stared her into compliance and then slowly drew his hands away from hers and down the sides of her body. Tessa shuddered at the light touch. Jordan snuck his hands under her jersey and settled his grip on the bare skin right above her low-rise jean shorts.

  He spread his fingers and stroked her skin with his thumbs. With each swipe he brushed just under her bra, and her whole body tensed with anticipation. Each movement was deliberate. Jordan would pause, study her reactions, and then continue.

  Tessa felt light-headed, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the lack of air or her body’s greediness for more stimulation. Jordan dropped to his knees and slid off her shorts and panties. He made quick work of taking off her Converse and socks.

  Jordan rose with his cock in hand, leisurely stroking it as his eyes blazed a path over Tessa. Her body was needy. It was aching for him to touch her again, but she couldn’t move. Her eyes were glued to Jordan’s hand gliding over his cock.