by Claire Adams
In a moment that made everyone go silent, our team intercepted the ball in the midst of a pass. After a shocked moment, everyone on our side cheered. We made it onto the other side of the field, landing in the Wild Cats’ territory by fifteen yards before they were able to scramble up their players enough to tackle the player. We had possession of the ball once more. There was time for one more play. I was in an agony of anticipation—what would the decision be? Would we go for a touchdown—a decisive victory—or would there be a field goal attempt? Just enough of a score to win the game by a few points. Both would be major risks. Zack ran to the sidelines to confer with coach Bullden, and some of the players switched up for the last play of regulation time. I wasn’t sure whether the shrieking of the fans or the pounding of my blood in my ears was louder. I watched the two sides form up. The players were in a tight formation, and I saw Zack and another player cautiously moving farther back from the line of scrimmage. It could be a field goal. It could be.
The play started and I watched with wide eyes: it was a field goal attempt. I clenched my hands into fists—it was a major risk. The defense kept the other team at bay while they set up the kick. I jumped up and down with everyone else, screaming as the kick launched the ball into the air. I watched as it turned end over end, moving inexorably towards the crossbars. Would it be good? Would it go through, or fall short, or would it hit instead of getting through?
It went through—and everyone went silent for just a moment, reeling in the stands. There were 30 more seconds left in the game, but there was no real chance for the other team to make the points up. The final play was almost anti-climactic, a formality to run down the clock. The game was decided and everyone in our side of the stands was cheering and screaming, already starting to celebrate.
I sat down heavily in my seat, happy but exhausted at how nerve-wracking the game had been. I knew there would be major celebrations in the city—a party at the hotel, partying in the parking lot, and probably wherever else any group of fans for our team were staying or could congregate. For sure, the football team would be living it up for the rest of the night. I stood as soon as I could recover from my shock and delight and snapped pictures of the field, the crowd, everything going on. Our team was running around the field, leaping up and down, the players delirious with excitement at their win; I managed to capture the moment when they upended the cooler of Gatorade on coach Bullden.
For a long time it seemed as though the on-field celebrations would never end. The members of the team were holding the trophy up in the air, kissing it, dancing with it—and I couldn’t blame them. Slowly, as gradually as molasses, people in the stands started filtering out; on the other team’s side of the stadium, they were subdued and quiet, probably talking amongst themselves about how they’d do it differently, or how next year would be better. On our side, no one seemed to want to leave, but everyone knew that there was a better celebration to go to. I looked around for Jess; she was making out with the guy she’d been flirting with, the two of them kissing in such a hot and heavy way that they were only one or two steps away from public indecency. I decided that I’d wait for her at the gate.
I watched the people passing by as I stood by the gate, waiting for Jess to finish up with the guy she had apparently decided to make out with. I didn’t know if the bus for students had already left, but there would almost certainly be cabs that we could take to get back to the hotel. If Jess had decided to take the guy with her, I’d have to hang out at the pool or somewhere else; maybe I’d start working on the rough draft of the front-page piece since I couldn’t exactly stay in the room while she screwed someone. But I was thinking longingly of the big, plush bed that had come with the room—bigger than my twin bed at the dorm at least, and much more comfortable. My body ached from all the tension in it, and I hoped that at least she would kick the guy out after she’d finished with him. I was glad—really glad—that we had separate beds.
After a few minutes, when the steady stream of people leaving the stadium had died down to a trickle, Jess appeared—and I was surprised to see that she was by herself.
“Hey, Evie,” she said with a self-satisfied grin.
“What about your boytoy?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
Jess shrugged. “He wasn’t that great of a kisser. Anyone who isn’t a good kisser isn’t good in bed either, so I just made the excuse that I had to share the room with you and gave him a fake number.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know if the bus is still here or if it’s gone already. For a guy who didn’t kiss that well you certainly gave him plenty of time to improve.”
“I was caught up in the excitement of it,” Jess said with an indolent shrug. “I mean, there were like three or four guys watching you all game—you could’ve easily had a we just won the game make out session yourself.”
I shook my head. “I was more interested in getting plenty of material for the article. C’mon, let’s see if we can catch the bus or at least a cab. I’m exhausted.”
We both turned to head out.
“Evie! Evie!” A man’s voice calling my name made me stop in my tracks. I turned around slowly; I was so exhausted that it didn’t occur to me that there were only a few people who could possibly be in the building still who would know my name, much less my nickname. So, when I spotted Zack running towards Jess and me, it actually surprised me.
“Looks like you’ll get your make-out session after all,” Jess told me in a quick aside as Zack came up to us.
He must have been the first one into the showers; he was clean, dressed in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved tee shirt, his hair still damp but no sign of his exertions on him whatsoever. He stared at me for a long moment, smiling slightly, looking me up and down.
“Bullden told me he’d requested you to cover the game,” Zack said, the smile still not leaving his face.
“I’ll just go check on that bus,” Jess said, walking away quickly and leaving us perfectly alone in the echoing hall.
I looked down at my feet for a moment. “How did you know I was still here?” I couldn’t quite look Zack in the eyes. I was so ashamed of how I’d broken things off with him—and I was shocked that he had sought me out.
“I didn’t know, but I hoped. If I hadn’t been able to catch you here, I’d have just found your hotel room.”
For a long moment, there was nothing but silence between us. I didn’t know what to say—I didn’t know how to feel. I swallowed against the tight feeling in my throat.
“I wanted to apologize,” I started, speaking slowly, trying to keep my voice level. “I shouldn’t have gone crazy like that. I should have let you explain what the situation was instead of just assuming…” I swallowed again.
“No—I mean, I understand. I don’t have the best reputation. No one at the frat does.” Zack was still staring at me. I could feel his gaze lingering on the curves of my body, and then on my face, drinking me in.
“Still, I knew you before that. I should have known…” I shrugged. “I should have at least given you a chance to explain.” I finally worked up the nerve to look up, to meet his gaze. Zack was smiling still, looking as hot as ever.
“You know, Evie, I don’t even care,” Zack said, moving closer to me. He dropped his hands down onto my waist, holding me in place, only a few inches away from me, and my heart was beating faster again—only this time not from the thrill of the game but from the sudden rush of desire. “All I want—all I’ve wanted ever since you showed up in my life again—is to be with you.” He smiled again and leaned in closer. “If you’ll be with me, I can forget everything else.”
“Don’t forget your classes,” I said, smiling up into his eyes. “You still need to graduate someday, you know.”
Zack closed the distance, pressing his lips against mine. He kissed me hungrily, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, pressing me against him. I moaned against his lips, feeling the heat of his body through his clothes, remembering all the ti
mes we had been together. Zack’s tongue batted against mine, plunging deep into my mouth, tasting and exploring me as if it had been months or years instead of a few short weeks since we’d broken up.
I lost track of time and place, uncaring of anything but the feeling of Zack’s body pressed against mine and the taste of his lips. If my phone, stuffed into my pocket, hadn’t vibrated, Zack and I might have stood there for hours continuing to kiss each other, with no more concern for the rest of the world than a couple of statues—at least until security came through the clear the building. But the buzz of my phone startled me enough to break the kiss, and I pulled back, reeling, my mind spinning with a dozen feelings at once. I slipped my phone out of my pocket irritably, wondering who in the world would text me at a time like this; it was Jess.
I am on the bus and it just left the stadium. I may see if any of these nice gentlemen with me is interested in sharing their room for the night. Have fun! I groaned and showed Zack the message. He laughed, pulling me up against him and kissing me lightly on the forehead.
“We’ll grab a cab,” he said. “We can start off in your room and if your roommate hasn’t found someone to spend the night with we’ll go to mine.”
He took me by the hand and led me out of the stadium, and I didn’t think there was a single woman in the city who was as happy as I was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was strange to realize that I felt nervous as Zack and I turned the corner in the hall leading up to the hotel room. Zack and I had had sex plenty of times; he had seen me naked when we were in high school and he had seen me naked a little over a month before. But there was something just a little bit different about this time—something that made it more like the first time we had ever had sex together. I fumbled with my key card, my hands shaking just enough to make it fall to the floor. I knelt down and grabbed at it before Zack could, forcing myself to focus just enough on the task at hand to keep from dropping the card once again and managing after two attempts to get it swiped and read properly. The door unlocked and Zack propelled me through it, following quickly behind me and closing out the world in a quick movement that I had to envy; wasn’t he tired after the tough game he’d played?
Zack threw me against the door and pinned me there, finding my lips and kissing me with a desperate hunger that I couldn’t help but echo, my whole body already beginning to tingle, hot and cold flashes shooting along my arms and legs. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against me as he began to rub up against me slowly, rocking his hips. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, tangling my fingers in his hair as I melted into the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth. I hadn’t realized how much I had been starving for contact with him, how much I had craved the feeling of Zack’s body and mine together. Even with our clothes still on, just kissing, I was so turned on and almost overwhelmed by how good it felt. I nibbled at his bottom lip playfully, evading the probing movements of his tongue seeking mine, pulling him in to deepen the kiss more and more.
Zack took control, one of his hands moving up to hold the my head in place while he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth nipping sharply and then sweeping the rough, wet, wriggling of his tongue along my sensitive skin. I lost myself in the kiss, uncaring of how much time had passed, not even caring for the moment if we did any more than what was already happening. My mind was spinning, my whole body reeling and arching into his touch as Zack’s hands trailed over the curves of my body: touching and teasing and exploring me. I felt and didn’t feel the hard door at my back; I was too absorbed in the feeling of Zack’s body, muscled and hot, pressed along my front. Zack broke away from my lips and I was panting, shivering, my pussy already soaking wet. He dipped his head to the side and kissed along the column of my neck, nuzzling me with his cheek and then teasing me with his lips and teeth and tongue, finding every sensitive patch along my throat, my neck, my collar bones, and driving me crazy with the worship of his mouth. I was moaning out, twisting against the door, struggling to get better contact, to push my hips down against his. I was burning up, my whole body going tense with need.
Zack’s hands slipped up underneath my tee shirt, brushing against my bare skin, making the trembling in my arms and legs even worse as I got more and more turned on by the moment. He began to slowly pull my shirt up, dragging it against my skin, his fingertips gliding over my ribs, past my breasts. I put my arms over my head and Zack barely broke away from my neck to get my shirt over my head and throw it aside, uncaring of where it landed. He brought his lips down on mine once more as his hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my bra, teasing me until my nipples hardened to his touch, becoming firm little nubs straining at the satiny material to try and meet his touch. I worked my hands down along his back and found the hem of his shirt. I tugged mindlessly, distracted by the way that Zack was touching me, almost unable to think from how turned on I was. I wanted nothing more than for us both to be naked already, for Zack’s thick, hard cock to be deep inside of me and for us both to be moving.
I somehow managed to get Zack’s shirt up and over his head—I could never remember afterwards how exactly it finally came together—and we spent a few more moments rubbing against each other, pressed against the door to my hotel room, kissing each other’s lips, throats, shoulders until I was in such a delirious state of arousal that I wasn’t even sure I could manage to keep myself upright. Zack lifted me up into his arms and carried me away from the door.
“Which one is yours?” he asked me breathlessly, moving towards the beds.
I laughed, shaking my head at the silliness of the situation. “The one farther from the door,” I told him, barely remembering. I was sure that Jess would appreciate me not having sex on her bed—but I would have easily done it without even thinking if Zack hadn’t asked the question.
Zack dropped me onto the bed and then climbed in next to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and then pinning me against the down comforter. He kissed me again and the world spun around us as my hands trailed over his back, down along his spine. I kneaded and rubbed Zack’s shoulders as the kiss got deeper and deeper, as Zack went to work on the fly of my jeans with hands much steadier than my own. Zack let out a groan as I worked away at the tight muscles I found by touch in his back and shoulders, breaking away from my lips to smile at me.
“Just like high school,” he murmured, before ducking down to kiss a trail along the column of my throat.
He covered every inch of the top of my breasts in kisses, reaching up to pull the cups down. I gasped as he latched onto my right nipple with his lips, sucking and licking, sending jolts of electric pleasure seemingly straight to my pussy, making it wetter and wetter, making my inner muscles tighten convulsively with need. I lost all ability to think, trapped in a world of sensations as Zack finally finished opening my fly and then tugged my jeans down over my hips.
I kicked them the rest of the way down from my knees, desperate for more contact between our bodies. I wrapped my legs around Zack’s waist and pushed my hips down against his. I was soaking wet, my whole body needy for him, my hands touching everywhere I could reach. Zack groaned as I rubbed myself against the hard ridge of his cock in his pants, gasping and shuddering as the friction bloomed right on my clit. He began to rock his hips up against mine, rubbing firmly against me, and I felt myself soaking through my panties, getting closer and closer to orgasm just from the friction.
“God I’ve wanted you so much,” Zack murmured against my breasts, nuzzling against me before he brought his lips up to mine once more. He pulled me up just a little bit and reached around to my back, his hands trailing against my already sweat-slick skin to find the clasp of my bra.
I had no idea of how it happened—time went away—but then I was completely naked in his arms, rubbing my pussy against him as we moved together; at some point Zack’s clothes had fallen off, too, sent away to some corner of the room where we might never find them. He reached down between my l
egs and started to stroke and rub me firmly with his fingers, pressing against my clit and then retreating, torturing me with constant, teasing sensation. I twisted and writhed underneath him, wanting more contact, wanting to feel him inside of me—and then his fingers were, plunging deep into my pussy, rubbing along my inner walls to find my elusive g-spot as his thumb swirled in tight little circles around my clit.
“Fuck—Zack—Oh, god…Zack, please,” I heard my voice but didn’t think of the words that were tumbling out of my lips as he worked me with his fingers, twisting and curling them inside of me, dragging them along my tight, wet inner walls. I shuddered against him, crying out as he brushed my pleasure center.
I had to hold onto him very tightly; my whole body was shaking, my arms and legs seemed to have no bones in them at all as Zack began to drag his fingertips against my g-spot again and again, swallowing down my moans as he kissed me. Every muscle in my body tensed and released erratically, my body flexing around his fingers as if it didn’t want them to ever leave. I threw my head back against the pillows, my fingernails digging into his shoulder, into his back, as I hit orgasm all at once, pleasure coursing through my veins, sensation lighting up my nervous system. Zack murmured praise, encouragement in my ears that I could barely follow, while wave after wave racked me, pleasure intense it might have been pain. He finally began to slow down as the spasms began to abate, continuing to rub my clit but barely thrusting his fingers inside of me as my moans of pleasure began to slow down and then stop.