Touchdown Baby: A College Football Romantic Comedy

by Tabatha Kiss

  I let my touch glide down my body, inch by inch just as he said, slipping my hand into my pants. I’m already throbbing, a wet spot forming in my underwear. The tease is unbearable, but I don’t dare touch places he hasn’t told me to yet. Blood pounds between my ears as I picture his thick head of hair disappearing between my thighs.

  “Ally?”

  I jolt, opening my eyes. “Huh?”

  “I said, don’t touch.”

  “I’m not!”

  “Your moan says otherwise.”

  “I didn’t!” I slap my mouth, adjusting my volume. “I was just...”

  “Yes?” he asks.

  “Picturing your head between my thighs.”

  He exhales a thick breath. “Go on.”

  I slide my hand back into my pants. This time, I caress the very tip of my throbbing clit. “You kiss me there. You lick and taste me everywhere except where I want it.”

  Junior chuckles. “That sounds like me, all right.”

  “Your tongue gets so close, but you take it back.”

  “Yes,” he says, his voice heavy with pleasure.

  “You stick it inside of me, so deep.” I feel my wet lips, my dripping pussy. I moan slightly, holding back. “I grind against your face, but it’s not enough. I need more.”

  “You need me to suck on your clit,” he says.

  “Yes.”

  “To use my tongue until you beg me to stop.”

  I mewl, so close to the edge. “Junior.”

  “Do it,” he says. “Make yourself come.”

  Pleasure overwhelms me before he even says it. I rock my hips against my hand. I quiver and shake, my clit dancing with every touch as I come hard. I try to keep quiet. I’m not alone in this house, after all.

  “Fuck,” Junior whispers. He’s not alone in his house, either. “I’m addicted to hearing you do that.”

  I chuckle, breathing hard. “I certainly don’t hate it.”

  “Do it again.”

  “No,” I say, still laughing.

  “Do it again. I know you can. You women are talented creatures.”

  I pull my hand from my flannel pants. “I’m addicted to hearing you do that,” I joke.

  “What?” he asks.

  “Beg.”

  He laughs. “I can tell.”

  “No more fun until the game.”

  His whine becomes a deep growl. “How did I know you were going to say that?”

  “It’s only one day.”

  “Practically two.”

  “You’ll survive, I promise.”

  “Cross your heart?”

  I smile. “Cross my heart.” My pulse quickens. “You should get back to your party.”

  “Yeah, I... uh...” His throat clears. “I need to calm myself down here first.”

  “You didn’t finish?” I ask.

  “Nope.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll listen.”

  “I think I’ll save it for you, actually.”

  I raise a brow. “Are you sure? You might be saving it for a while,” I tease.

  “Ally... Ally, Ally, Ally.”

  “What?”

  Junior lowers his voice to a whisper again. “I’ll see you Saturday night.”

  He hangs up before I can reply.

  CHAPTER 22

  ALYSSA

  My phone chimes and I reach into my pocket to check the new text message from Junior.

  We won. I’ll see you in an hour.

  A reflexive smile spreads across my face before I text him back.

  On my way over.

  I stuff the phone back into my pocket and push open the door to Junior’s room.

  The anticipation got to me. I’ve been following the game’s score online for the last few hours, fighting a losing battle against checking it every minute.

  The lead bounced back and forth from the beginning. They scored, then we scored, then they scored again. The odds of me having to be here at all were fifty-fifty.

  But here I am. Not because of a silly bet we made.

  Because I want to be here.

  I walk around his room, easily tempted to sift through his belongings. His desk is a mess with papers stacked on every corner, weighed down by used textbooks, along with his most recent geometry homework.

  I plop down onto his desk chair and twitch as something soft breaks my fall. I reach behind me and pull it out, freezing when I realize that it’s the teddy bear we won at the arcade. Soft brown fur. Little black eyes. I completely forgot about it after I left it behind in his van after the date.

  I set it down in my lap and pull his math homework closer. A rush of pride washes over me. He’s checking his work and everything, just as I taught him. This must be what a coach feels like when a kicker finally nails a field goal.

  I go over it in pencil, marking the mistakes he’s making so I know what to go over with him later.

  But I didn’t come here to correct his homework.

  I set my bag down on his bed and pull out the high heels I stashed in the bottom.

  My heart races faster with each piece of clothing I strip off. Junior was very specific about what he wanted tonight, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been fantasizing all day about making it happen. To be honest, I probably would have been here even if the team lost. I’m not about to admit that to him, though…

  When I finally hear the front door open, I grab my red lipstick and spread it over my lips before settling beneath his covers.

  My body throbs with eager anticipation as I try to imagine what his expression will be like and what he’ll do when he sees me this way. Will he instantly kick off his shoes and dive into the bed? How much foreplay will there be? Hell, the last week has been nothing but foreplay between us. I chuckle. He’s probably been rock hard for the entire bus ride back to campus.

  The bedroom door cracks open. Junior walks in with his phone attached to his ear. “Yeah, I’ll meet you there, Ty. Just gonna freshen up—”

  His eyes land on me. He releases an amused grunt as he hangs up, not even bothering to say goodbye first. “You know…” he says, kicking the door closed. “I wasn’t serious about the whole naked in heels thing.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  He looks down at my body, gently obscured by his bedsheet. “No.”

  “Then, shut up.”

  Junior laughs. “How did you get in here?”

  “The door was unlocked.”

  “It was?”

  “You should really lock it. This is a terrible neighborhood.”

  “You are not wrong.” He drops his gym bag to the floor. “How long have you been waiting?”

  “A few minutes,” I lie. “Do you have somewhere you need to be tonight?”

  “No.”

  I look at his phone. “Isn’t Ty waiting on you?”

  He tosses it onto his desk. “Ty won’t even notice I’m not there.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Why? You got somewhere else to be?”

  “No.”

  He leans against his desk and crosses his arms. His eyes constantly roam over his prey. Over me. I’m trapped in the lion’s den, counting down the moments until his hunger overwhelms him and he strikes at me.

  I grow more anxious with each breath, but he’s holding back, prolonging the torment and watching me squirm.

  “How was the game?” I ask.

  “It was…” He sighs and his expression shifts away from the familiar, devious intent. “Amazing.”

  “Really?”

  He pushes off the desk and paces at the foot of the bed. “Yeah, I mean, it was frustrating.”

  “Why?”

  “We just couldn’t pull ahead for longer than a few minutes at a time,” he explains. “I thought it was over. We all did. We were tired and ready to throw in the towel but then… your dad completely turned it around.”

  I instantly regret asking. The last thing I want to think about is my father while I’m naked and horny. “Well,
it’s all over now, right?”

  “He just…” Junior’s eyes gloss over with admiration. “He never gave up on us. It was like he knew what we were capable of before we did, and he knew exactly what to say to bring it out of us.” He stops pacing and sits down beside me on the bed. “I’ve never had a coach like your dad, Ally. He’s like… the missing piece of me I needed to finally believe in myself.”

  There’s a sharp pain in my chest. “That must be a good feeling.”

  “It is!” he says, still smiling. “Once it was over, I heard the crowd chanting and screaming for us and he walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He didn’t say a word, it was just—” His hand slaps onto my bare shoulder and squeezes. “It felt awesome. Of all the players on the team, Cary Pierce did that to me.”

  His hand drops from my skin and I wonder if he’s forgotten how naked I am. I certainly feel more naked than I did five minutes ago.

  “Congratulations, Junior,” I mutter. “You’re the son Cary Pierce always wished he had.”

  I sit up, holding the sheet tighter around me so it doesn’t fall as I throw my feet to the floor.

  “Wait…” Junior softly grips my elbow. “Okay. What did I do?”

  “Nothing. Can we…” I stand up and Junior rises on the other side. “Can we stick a pin in the whole praising my father thing until after we’ve…”

  His jaw sags. “Oh, right. Yeah…” He chuckles. “Shit. Of course. You’re… you’re naked and I’m over here talking about your—”

  “It’s okay. Let’s just…” I perform a short, stabbing motion. “Pin it.”

  “Consider it pinned.” He holds up his hands. His eyes fall down my body again. “Completely pinned…”

  “Thank you.”

  Junior cautiously steps around the bed, getting a good look at me. “I like the shoes.”

  I flash my ankle. They’re my favorite pair, saved only for special occasions. Feels a little wasted now.

  “Thanks,” I say, still annoyed.

  He stares at me for a moment, easily reading the hostile emotions in me. “Come here,” he demands, holding out his hand.

  I keep the sheet in place with a tight grip while he guides me to his desk.

  “Ally…” he whispers. “Tell me what went through your mind that day in the locker room.”

  I sigh to cover up the lust in my voice. “When you defied my father and coerced me into going out with you? I thought, what a manipulative jackass.”

  Junior laughs. “Before that.” He pulls his T-shirt off over his head, revealing his bare, muscled torso. “I want to know what you were thinking when it was just the two of us. Steam in the air. Beads of moisture…” his smirk tugs on his lips, “dripping…”

  I look down, unable to stop myself from picturing his wet body in front of me. He reaches for his belt. I inhale sharply as he pulls it free, strong fingers pinching his zipper. I bite my lip, my heat spiking as I wait to see more of that rigid V-shape I’ve thought about licking a hundred times.

  Junior stops the zipper halfway down. “Ally…” His hand nudges my chin, drawing my eyes up to his. “It’s just the two of us here now. I want you to remember how you felt back then. I want that girl...” He leans forward and slides his lips over my cheek. “The one that quivered against me. The one that touched me with shaking fingers. I want that girl in my bed tonight.”

  Phantom shower steam fills my lungs. A sweat breaks on my brow. I swallow hard, unable to voice the yes on my tongue, but that doesn’t stop him from hearing it, anyway.

  Junior pushes the zipper the rest of the way and lets his jeans fall. He stands still, naked and aroused, just like that day. And, just like that day, my body responds exactly the way he wants it to.

  “Ally…” he whispers. “Do you see what you do to me — what you still do to me?” I nod, knowing what he’ll ask me next. “Do I still do the same to you?”

  My grip on the sheet loosens, but I don’t let it drop. “Yes…”

  He leans forward, pinning me against his desk. “I wanted to take you then,” he says. “I wanted to hold you against the locker and—” He crushes his lips on mine. I melt into his kiss. “Did you want me, too?”

  “Yes.”

  He kisses me again, this time harder and firmer. “I felt your touch on me for hours. I couldn’t shake it. I needed it.” Our tongues meet in a blazing fire. “Tell me again. What you said I could do to you if we won tonight.”

  “I said…” My lips shake. My entire body shakes. “I said you could fuck my brains out.”

  He smiles. “You want it, don’t you?”

  I nod, practically falling apart against him.

  “Say it.”

  “Yes,” I answer. “I want you to fuck my brains out.”

  Junior pulls the sheet from my weak grasp. I let it tumble, removing the final barrier between us. It’s a shock to my system, firing ripples of pleasure across my skin as Junior puts his hands on me. He plants me on the edge of the desk, legs open and knees hugging his waist. His cock presses against my slit, but he doesn’t enter me yet.

  “Are you on the pill?” he asks, his lips barely leaving mine as he speaks.

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “No?”

  “No.”

  “IUD?”

  “No.”

  “Shot? Patch? Diaphragm? Anything?”

  “No.”

  “Fuck,” he spits.

  “Do you not have condoms?” I ask in surprise.

  “No, I do. They’re just… not as fun.”

  I chuckle, purposefully teasing him by tilting my body closer to his. “Hey, if you wanna stop, we can—”

  His grip tightens playfully. He kisses me, slow and tender.

  He shifts forward, his cock rubbing me in the right places. I bite down, hesitating while my body betrays reason. Everything throbs; a constant metronome of heat and desire I can’t control. I look down, reaching to take hold of him. He inhales as I wrap my fingers around him. I think I’m in total control, but I’m not. His bare skin on mine. A raw, animal nature taking over us. The temptation is more than I can stand.

  And there’s a pharmacy right down the street.

  I angle him downward. His eyes flicker in surprise. The pleasure in them is instantaneous as I push his tip inside of me. I gasp as my pussy stretches for him, igniting an even deeper lust within me.

  His jaw tightens. “Ally—”

  “Shh.” I kiss him, reaching around his body, pulling him closer. He goes deeper, and both of us groan. “Don’t talk. Just fuck me.”

  Junior Morgan doesn’t need to be told twice.

  He thrusts once, filling me completely. Leaving it there, a smile creeps along his lips as I clench him on the inside. I yearn for more, more, more. I moan and gasp, blissfully lost in his eyes as he slowly moves within me. In and out, never leaving me completely. He rests a hand on my cheek, fingers curling around my head and locking our lips together with deep kisses.

  Each thrust knocks down another wall between us. We could stop — we should stop — but passion overwhelms danger. His body heat overwhelms mine. Moans fall from our lips, blending together. I want — I need — all of him.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he grunts.

  I obey, locking my ankles behind his back. He raises me off the desk and I whimper as his cock briefly slips out of me, but I know it won’t be gone for long. Junior carries me to his bed, his grip firm and unyielding on my flesh. Before I know it, he drops me down. I bounce onto the mattress and he’s on me before I can take a breath. He pushes me up the bed, placing me where he wants me as I keep my legs spread wide.

  As he aligns us, I reach for my foot, thinking to slip my heels off, but Junior grabs my wrist.

  “Leave them on,” he says, a chuckle in his voice.

  I laugh, letting him pin my hands above my head. “Whatever you want.”

  “That’s my girl,” he whispers, his lips caressing mine.

  Th
e words send a pleasant shiver down my spine. I’m his girl. Me. Alyssa Pierce is in bed with the quarterback. I never meant for this to go this far, but there’s a little piece of me that’s glad it has.

  Junior enters me again.

  I gasp.

  Okay.

  There’s a big piece of me that’s glad it’s gone this far.

  My core instantly clenches with pleasure. I angle my hips, taking more of him, and Junior’s face contorts.

  “Fuck,” he mutters as he pushes up, his hands still holding mine down above my head. “You’re so wet for me.”

  I nod, my toes curling.

  Junior looks down, watching as he thrusts home. In and out. I watch him fuck me, too, his cock rock hard and slick.

  “You. Feel.” He grunts between every word. “So. Amazing.”

  I open my mouth to speak, but my voice forms nothing but vowel sounds. Junior releases my hands and touches my body. He palms my breasts, teasing my twisted nipples between his fingers. He never stops fucking me. In and out. He doesn’t slow down, even as he towers over me and kisses me hard on the mouth, sucking the moans off my tongue.

  I’d heard Junior Morgan was good in bed.

  But this is amazing.

  CHAPTER 23

  ALYSSA

  “Junior.”

  It’s the only word my mouth can form. It draws an instant smile to his lips.

  “Say it again,” he says.

  I arch my back. I curl my toes. I moan as my entire body catches fire. “Junior.”

  He fucks me harder, deeper. “You belong to me tonight. Say it.”

  A shudder rattles my core. “I belong to you tonight,” I repeat, barely getting the words out. I’m so close to coming, and he knows it.

  “That’s right.” Junior draws a hand between my breasts, caressing down my belly until his fingers find my clit. “This is mine,” he says, pressing the pad of his thumb against it as he slows his thrust. “Your body. Your cunt.” He takes me with shallow thrusts as he rubs. “I’m going to take that smart mouth of yours tonight, too.”

  Yes.

  I bite my lip, trembling all over.

  “I told you I’d ruin you, Alyssa,” he says, “and I always keep my promises.”