Touchdown Baby: A College Football Romantic Comedy

by Tabatha Kiss

  How badly he wants me.

  I don’t hesitate for a second after he slides his van door open. I hop inside and he follows me in. The door isn’t even closed all the way before I feel his hands on my body, laying me down onto my back. He kisses me; hard and fast, sucking and nibbling at my lips until it hurts while he pushes my sweater off my shoulders.

  I reach below his belt to rub his growing bulge, drawing a grunt from the back of his throat. “Lie back,” I say, sitting up and guiding him down.

  He moves without question, but keeps his hands on me to make me straddle him. His hardness presses between us as he pulls me closer, kissing me as we grind our bodies together.

  Sweat breaks on my brow and the windows fog from our heaving breaths. I reach for his belt, sliding it free with both hands and pushing through his zipper to claim the prize I’ve wanted since the moment I first touched him in the locker room. I feel his veins pulsing along the shaft and I lick his lips in anticipation as I squeeze him in my palm.

  “Fuck, Ally…”

  I slide along his muscled torso, feeling his fingers burrow deep into my hair as I move downward. My senses soar, pushing me higher and harder than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’ve never wanted to taste a man so badly before. To feel his hand on the back of my head as I suck him dry. To hear the sharp, raspy breaths on his lips while I torture him. Every part of me throbs. I want to give him everything he wants.

  And I will.

  I pull his pants down his thighs, revealing his stiff cock. A gasp catches in my throat all over again. Junior’s… junior.

  I try to remove his pants, but Junior lunges forward to stop me.

  “Let’s leave the pants on this time…” he says.

  I laugh, hard. He can be taught.

  “Whatever you want,” I say, leaving them be.

  “I want…” He grabs me again and guides me to his lips. His kiss is firm and true — like it’s the first one we’ve ever had. “I want these lips wrapped around my cock. I want to paint that little pink tongue a bright shade of white.”

  The absolute filth of this man. It charges me, fueling an even greater thirst for him and an urge to do as he says. I pull away from his kiss, slowly stroking his shaft with one hand as I drift down to it with an open mouth. I rub his tip, swirling the drops of pre-cum with my thumb and his body trembles beneath me.

  Just one taste and my tongue erupts at his flavor. I suck on his tip, teasing him as his hand grips my hair again. His hand flexes, squeezing with eager intensity.

  He wants me to take him deeper. He wants to feel himself push into the back of my throat, but I stay on the tip with curling lips. I’ll let him writhe and beg for it first.

  I work him slowly, taking my time to memorize the taste of his skin and what areas send the biggest shock through his system. His hips tremble with anticipation as I flick and rub and encircle him. I widen my mouth and force him back as far as I can.

  “Holy shit—”

  His groans push me further, building my confidence to keep him in the back of my throat a little longer.

  “I want to fuck your little mouth, Ally.”

  I drag my nails up his body, and he twitches from the pain. My lips become numb, but I keep at it, determined to rock him until he explodes.

  Junior squeezes my hair so tightly I fear he might pull it out. The pain blends with pleasure inside of me and I moan for him, taking him even deeper inside until I can’t anymore.

  “Ally, lie down.”

  He forces my head back, pulling out of my mouth. With a jerk, he pushes me down onto my back and shifts onto his knees, pointing his cock at my face.

  Yes. Yes.

  I grab him, stroking him as his eyes roll back.

  “Open your mouth,” he says, his voice a heated whisper.

  I obey, eager to catch every drop of him.

  “Don’t swallow yet,” he says, reaching his peak. “I want to see it on your tongue.”

  He grunts. I feel his tip pulse between my lips. Warm cum fires onto my tongue, tickling my taste buds. I let it gather in my mouth, moaning for more. I can’t help it. I’m truly and utterly obsessed with this moment.

  And he knows it.

  Junior strokes my forehead, smiling down at me with soft, satisfied eyes. “Show me,” he says.

  I tilt my head back and open my mouth.

  He smiles. “Good girl.” I tremble at the words. “Go ahead. You can swallow now.”

  I let it trickle down my throat. His fingers caress my brow again; a grateful gesture. I lean into it. I yearn for it. I question it quietly, but I don’t dare say a word and risk ruining it.

  What the hell am I doing?

  In silence, Junior moves over me. He takes me into his arms and lifts me up. I feel weightless as he lays me down on the pillows and kisses me. Warm and tender. Hard and possessive.

  “Spread your knees.” He doesn’t wait for me to do it myself. He shoves a pointed knee between them, forcing my legs apart. “It’s your turn.”

  My heart races as he descends me. He stops at my breasts and doesn’t hesitate before ripping my blouse open. I cringe as little buttons tear free and smack against the foggy windows, but the tension fades the moment his tongue graces my skin.

  He licks my breasts and pulls them free of my bra to attack my nipples. They grow hard against his tongue, standing to attention and firing bolts of extra pleasure toward my core.

  “Your body…” Junior whispers, “is perfect.”

  Every word he speaks feels like truth and everywhere he touches turns to warm milk in his hands. I run my fingers through his thick hair, quivering with anticipation as his mouth inches closer to what he promised me…

  I’m going to bury my face in that pussy until you’re screaming my name.

  Junior raises my skirt over my hips. He places his nose against my panties, inhaling hard. It’s so primal and strange, but it turns me on even more. He doesn’t just want to please me.

  He wants to devour me like a wild animal.

  Junior pulls my panties down to my toes. I expect him to ravage me, but he lingers near my feet, bending down to kiss my legs as he moves upward.

  By the time he reaches my thighs, I’m twitching and dripping wet. His brown eyes flash up at me as he parts his lips and I feel his hot breath on my skin.

  I grip the pillow behind my head with frustration, waiting for him to touch me, but his devious eyes linger on me instead.

  “Please…”

  Junior kisses my inner thigh, inciting another ache inside of me. He chuckles, taking pleasure in my frustration.

  Finally, he slides the tip of his tongue along my folds, and he moans at my taste. His eyes roll back and he takes a deep breath before pushing his hands beneath me to cup my ass and bring me closer to his mouth. He plunges between my slit and desire takes over my entire body.

  “Oh, God!”

  “No.” He stops and looks me in the eye again. “Don’t scream for him. Scream for me.”

  I tremble as pleasure radiates through my spine, my voice thick with passion. “Junior…”

  He gets back to work. My thighs twitch with each touch. I cry out, barely hanging on, as he fucks me with his tongue.

  “Junior!”

  He laughs, sending vibrations through my throbbing sex, pushing me closer to the edge.

  I scream his name, just like he wanted. I dig my nails into his hair, pulling him closer. My hips buck on their own, grinding on his face, bumping his nose and chin. He buries his impressive tongue deeper, enjoying every second of my pleasure.

  He warned me about this. He said by the end, I’d be his. I laughed it off as a joke, but now I’m not sure why I ever doubted him. I grip his hair, pulling him harder against me and his tongue goes wild on me.

  I come hard.

  “Junior—!”

  Hard.

  He shoves his tongue in deep again, lapping me until I’m too sensitive to go on. I touch his forehead, but I can’t bring my
self to push him away yet. The pleasure of his tongue is too much, too good. He massages me slowly, softly. His nose rubs against my aching clit, each one almost too much, but not nearly enough.

  “Oh, Ally.” He drinks every drop of me as I lie twitching in his hands. “You really taste like heaven.”

  I laugh, on the verge of tears. Everything hurts, everything vibrates, and I never want it to end.

  Junior travels up my body, licking my navel and breasts to taste even more of me.

  I melt under his heat. I cup his face as soon as I can reach it, stealing a kiss from him.

  “I need to be inside of you,” he says.

  I look down, feeling his cock brushing between my thighs, rock hard and dripping with desire. Wet heat radiates from me and I imagine what that thick shaft feels like thrusting in and out of me, but…

  I silently shake my head.

  Junior reaches into his pocket and he pulls out a small package — square and flat between his fingers. A condom.

  I grab his hand. “No.”

  He crushes his lips against mine. I taste the begging passion on his tongue. It nearly pushes me over the edge and my fingers quake around his, so tempted to just let him rip that wrapper open and take what he wants.

  “Junior, wait.”

  He leans up and balances on his arms. “Alyssa…” He says my full name with a growl powerful enough to send shivers down my spine. “We won tonight.”

  “I know,” I say, taking control. I slide away from him and sit up. “But one win doesn’t make you a winner. It could have been a fluke, just a lucky break.”

  Playful darkness clouds his eyes. “Ally…”

  “Win next week’s game and I’ll let you fuck my brains out.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “I’ll make it worth your while, Junior,” I say, filling my voice with seduction. “Or would you rather go back to fucking Beta Kappa girls again? Sure, they’ll bend over for you after a wink and a smile, but something tells me that won’t do it for you anymore. Am I right?”

  He hesitates. Good.

  “Okay,” he says, his eyes smiling. “We win next week’s away game… and I want you in my bed wearing nothing but high heels and red lipstick by the time I get back.”

  “That can be arranged.” I hold my ripped blouse closed. “That won’t be so hard, will it?”

  “Wrong choice of words,” he mutters, glancing down at the kickstand between his legs.

  I chuckle. “I think you’ll survive.”

  Junior stuffs junior back into his briefs and pulls his pants up. “One week.”

  “That’s all. Assuming you win, of course.”

  “Oh, we will,” he says, his eyes falling down my body again. “I have excellent incentive.”

  I smile, taking deep and slow breaths to keep myself from falling to little pieces.

  One week, I remind myself.

  Small price to pay to stay in control.

  CHAPTER 20

  JUNIOR

  “What’s up, little brother?”

  I glance at Maggie. She’s got that look in her eyes, the same one she’s graced me with since she picked up her first psychology book when she was twelve.

  “Nothing,” I answer, hopefully dodging the inevitable psychoanalysis.

  “You’ve barely touched your lunch,” she notes, looking down at my half-eaten burger.

  I shrug. “Still a little shocked, I guess.”

  “Yeah, you and the entire school,” she says, scanning the student union around us. “Sounds like the new coach has really brought the competitive spirit back to the team.”

  Alyssa flashes into my memory, naked and moaning in the back of my van.

  Win the next game and I’ll let you fuck my brains out.

  “He certainly has,” I say.

  “Well, I’m proud of you,” Maggie says. “Keep it up.”

  I raise a brow. “Did I just hear the P-word from you?”

  “Yeah, it felt weird to me, too.”

  I take a big bite of my burger, but it doesn’t go down easy. I didn’t go to the gym this morning. There’s a chance I’ll run into Alyssa. After last night, I can’t guarantee I’ll keep my hands off her.

  One week.

  Six days to go.

  “I bet the girls were all over you last night.”

  I blink out of it. “What?”

  “More than usual, right?” Maggie asks, taking a sip of her drink. “Keep up the wins and I bet you’ll have to beat them off with a stick. No wonder you look so tired today.”

  “You got that right,” I lie through my teeth.

  I haven’t even looked at another girl since I first laid eyes on Alyssa. Her comment about Beta Kappas not being enough for me was more truthful than I care to admit. Not that there’s anything wrong with the Beta Kappa Beauties or anything, but they don’t push my buttons the way she does. I’ve never been more annoyed and turned-on at the same time.

  “So…” Maggie clears her throat. “You gonna tell me about that date or not?”

  “Oh, that…” Our first date feels like months ago now. I’m not even pissed anymore. “She was… interesting.”

  “Interesting enough for a second date?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t do second dates. You know that.”

  She rolls her eyes at me. “Someday, you’ll change your mind about that, little brother.”

  “Someday is not today,” I say, grinning. “And today, I’m shopping for a big stick to beat the ladies off with.”

  “How romantic,” she slurs.

  The professor drops my quiz on my desk. I instantly cringe.

  A bright red F glares back at me.

  Fuck.

  Failing a second math quiz in a row is not what Coach had in mind when he told me to get my grades up.

  She hovers a moment, waiting for me to look up. When I do, she arches a thick eyebrow, her expression saying everything it needs to.

  Do better.

  I nod. She walks away.

  “Another quiz next week, folks,” she says as she reaches the front of the classroom. “It’ll cover chapters four and five, so be ready.”

  I stuff the quiz into my backpack. Out of sight, out of mind. For now. The last thing I want to do is get a tutor, but I can’t get another failing quiz grade without my adviser taking notice. I don’t want to let Cary Pierce down either.

  Professor Brows dismisses us. I keep my head down to avoid her glare as I beeline toward the exit.

  As I round the corner in the hallway, a harsh whistle strikes my ears.

  “Oh, Lover Boy.”

  I pause, glancing over to find Alyssa’s friend leaning against the wall with a cup of coffee in each hand.

  “Grant,” he reminds me.

  I nod. “Right. Grant.”

  He hands me one coffee. I take it with confusion.

  “What—”

  “Shh.” He reaches out and turns the cup in my hand, exposing the words written on the side.

  “Buzz buzz?” I read aloud.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket. Grant smiles, obviously pleased with the timing of it.

  I check it to find a new text from Alyssa.

  Library. Second floor. Study room B. Now.

  Interesting.

  “Thanks,” I say to Grant.

  He bows his head, takes a silent sip from his cup, and gestures for me to go away.

  I don’t move. “So, you’re her little messenger boy, eh?”

  “I prefer the term liaison,” he says. “But yes.”

  I chew on my cheek. The fewer people who know about me and Alyssa, the better. “How much has she told you?”

  “Relax.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve been hiding trysts from my parents since I was fourteen. I’ve got you covered.”

  I nod. “And what exactly do you get out of it?”

  Grant pushes off the wall with a devious glint in his eyes. “Well, now that you mention it. You live with Ty Fisher, right?
In that grungy house on the corner of Shanty?”

  “I do, yeah.”

  He nonchalantly shrugs his wide shoulders. “Let’s just say if my name comes up… you put in a good word or two.”

  I quickly decipher his meaning. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Grant, but I think you might be barking up the wrong tree on that one,” I say.

  Grant takes a short step closer, smiling softly with knowing eyes. “You worry about pussy. Let me worry about the dogs, all right?” He taps my cheek twice with his palm and spins on his heels to take off in the opposite direction. “Better hurry, Lover Boy. You don’t want to keep her waiting.”

  My phone vibrates again in my hand. I check it.

  I said now.

  I rush outside, charging down the sidewalk toward the library across campus. I didn’t even know the library had private study rooms.

  That might explain my grades, actually.

  I hop up the stairs to the second floor, following the signs down the hall to Study Room B. I push the door open, not bothering to knock first. At first glance, the room is empty except for a small, two-person table and two chairs.

  I sense movement behind the door, along with the pleasant aroma of Alyssa Pierce’s perfume.

  “Close the door,” she says.

  I obey.

  She’s on me before I can even say a word.

  Pinned to the door, my eyes instantly drop to the impressive cleavage peeking out from her sky blue top. I let my backpack fall as I wrap my arms around her to cup her ass over her black skirt. She kisses me, her hands pushing beneath my shirt. She drags her nails over my abs while she probes my mouth with her tongue.

  Whoa.

  I kiss her, giving her ass a firm squeeze while I can.

  “Thanks for the coffee,” I say, taking a breath.

  Alyssa shrugs, smiling. “Figured I owed you a cup.”

  She tries to back up, but I hold her close. I kiss her again. She parts her lips for mine, breathing with desire as she presses her chest against mine.

  I release her, gently pushing her away as she tries to kiss me again. She trembles with frustration, just like I wanted.

  “So, what’s this about?” I ask, gesturing to the study room.