Snapped: A Sports Romance

by Meghan Lockley

  My throat gets thick and the words don't sound real. Not after what we've shared together. I need to hear it from her. I would expect the same from her if it were me feeling uncertain. The problem was, I wasn't. I was more sure of her than I'd ever been of anything in my life. Even football.

  In fact, going through my legal issues taught me that I can still envision a happy life for myself without football. The only thing I truly need is Breezy by my side. She's always been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it.

  I can prove to her that I'm the man for her. That I've changed. I'm not going to make shit decisions anymore, not if I have her to live for.

  So even though Sophie called, I'm still going to see Bree. Sophie isn't sure which door number she is, but I'll find her.

  I pull up to her building and I'm impressed by the amount of luxuries this campus can afford. My own campus is nice, but it's nothing compared to this private college. It feels like I'm at Hogwarts or something. The brick on the dormitory is old and established, exactly the kind of place you’d dream of sending your daughter. No wonder Bree takes her classes so seriously.

  The door to the dorm requires a passcode, and I'm locked out. I run my fingers through my hair and think about my choices. Lucky for me, a soft option is approaching. A girl with mousy brown hair and a small frame. She carries herself small, too, like she's afraid to take any space for herself. She approaches the door and looks at me suspiciously. Then her eyes move from my eyes to my best smile. She scans the rest of me, taking in my biceps and shoulders, and then comes back to my smile.

  It works, and she gives me a shy grin before looking away and putting in the passcode. She opens the front door and holds it for me to follow her inside. She looks at me expectantly, like she thinks she's about to get material to write about in her diary.

  Not today.

  My phone is dialing Bree's number, and I'm walking slowly down the hall, pausing briefly at each door to listen for her ringtone. The dorm is mostly empty, making it easy to discern that she's not on the first level. I climb the stairs, and I can hear the ringtone before I even reach the landing. First door on the right. I pause to make sure, then I knock. There's a shuffling sound inside, and then silence.

  "Bree?" I say against the door.

  Still nothing. I'm knock louder and ring her phone, but now there's no ringtone. She's turned it down.

  "Bree? It's Sean.” I try again.

  Now I'm hearing a light rustling, and the door knob turns slowly. she opens the door and peeks out with one dark, skeptical eye.

  I realize I've been holding my breath and exhale loudly. Just seeing her in person makes me feel better.

  "Can we talk?"

  Her eyes move up and down, assessing my motives. But slowly she opens the door and I step inside her small dorm room.

  Her arms are folded across her chest and she takes a seat on her bed. I'm feeling so many different emotions, I don't even know where to begin. Anger for her leaving, fear about not being together, and relief that she's agreed to talk to me.

  "Are you okay?" I ask, nervous about her answer.

  She shrugs and won't meet my eye.

  "Everyone is really worried about you."

  "I called my mom," she says in a stiff voice.

  "Yeah, I was halfway here when I found that out. If you want me to leave I can. I just wanted to see for myself that you're okay."

  For the longest time, she doesn't speak. I shift, and wonder if her silence means that I should leave. She's just watching me through narrowed eyes.

  "Why would I be okay?" She asks, her voice is hard and cuts the silence abruptly. "Why would I be okay with you being with Tiffany?"

  I scrunch my brow, trying to the understand what she's saying.

  "What do you mean?"

  "Don't treat me like I'm stupid, Sean. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not dumb," she says, standing up. "I saw you two together last night."

  "That wasn't what you think," I say quickly, suddenly understanding her anger. She rolls her eyes.

  "Sean, I saw you holding her. I saw you looking into her eyes. You even walked her to her car. What should I think after seeing that?"

  "Bree, I can explain if you'll give me a chance,” I say, desperate for her to listen. She lifts her hand indicating that I should go on, then folds her arms again.

  "Yes, Tiffany came over last night. But it wasn't for any of the reasons you're thinking." I shake my head at the thought. Bree is silent, weighing the value of my word. "She came to tell me that Vince was dropping charges. She was involved and wanted to apologize. She's sorry to you, too. That's all she said."

  "Okay. So somehow her involving herself in your legal problems makes you want to hug her? That makes no sense, Sean." Bree shakes her head and walks to the door. She doesn't want to listen anymore.

  "I know, it's weird. I didn't invite her or anything. She just showed up crying. She confessed everything, then I felt bad for her. She gave me a hug first and I just returned it. I have no feelings for-”

  She scoffs and opens the door. I gently close it. She has to believe me.

  Bree's looking up at me, her lips parted in surprise. I lower my voice and look straight into her dark eyes.

  "I don't care about her, Bree. I don't care about anyone. Just you."

  She's looking away, and I can tell she doesn't fully believe me. I lift her chin, making her look me in the eyes. She's reluctant, but she does. I lower my voice even further, until my voice is almost a whisper.

  "I don't want anybody else, Bree. I want you. I've only ever wanted you. But I was a boy, before. I didn't know how to handle you. But I've changed, and I'm never going back. I just want you. For the rest of my life, just you."

  She hides her eyes behind dark lashes. "I'm in love with you, Bree,” I say tilting her chin higher and bringing my lips to meet hers.

  The warmth between us spreads, and she moans lightly despite the reluctance she showed only minutes early. Her arms uncross, and she lightly touches my stomach. My body stiffens and flexes at her touch.

  My hands are her hair and my lips capture hers again. I hold her against me tight, knowing that I almost lost her. She presses her face against my neck and I can feel her hot breath on my skin. She tilts her head back, searching my eyes as if appraising my words one last time.

  "I love you, too," she says, her voice husky and drawn. She's beautiful. Her glossy curls fall around her face and shoulders, too tempting to be untouched. I reach out and tuck a curl behind her ear, then kiss her neck softly. Her body melts into me, welcoming my touch.

  My fingers spread down her back towards her ass. She's everything I've ever wanted, and she's mine.

  Breanna

  Tingles rush down my spine as his hands explore me. His urgency takes me by surprise. It's as if he can't wait another moment. He needs me now.

  His fingertips move up underneath my sweater, and my stomach tightens as he passes. He runs his fingers over my bra, his other hand stabilizes my back. I feel powerless in his grasp. His strength is all consuming, and I lose myself in him.

  His nimble fingers find and release my bra clasp before I even realize what is happening. It falls to the floor, as helpless as I feel. He's movements are purposeful and determined, making up for my delay. His strong hands run over my breasts, and my nipples bud under his touch.

  My knees are trembling and I feel as though I might fall, but Sean's solid body holds me in place. I'm pressed between him and the wall as his lips caress mine with indescribable intensity. My breasts are crushed under his broad chest and his hands are exploring my bare stomach. Then he places them around my hips, lifting me against the wall.

  I can feel his hardness underneath me as I wrap my legs around him. His hot lips are on my neck, and his stubble tickles my shoulders. The wall is cold against my back, but the heat from his body makes up for it.

  I tug up his shirt until it's underneath his arms. He pins me against the wall with his hips as he lifts i
t over his head, revealing the hard muscles of his shoulders and back. Every rippled muscle moves with the sole purpose of touching me.

  His hands pin me and his head lowers to my breasts. I'm arching my back, pushing my body towards him. He continues to kiss and caress his way down my torso, his tongue dipping into the indent of my belly button. I giggle, and he smiles up at me with a boyish grin. But his face darkens, and he picks me up again.

  Slowly, he lays me back against the bed, raking his fingers down my breasts. Below, I'm aching to be touched. His calm and strength free me of any inhibitions, and I reach out to feel his hardness through the denim of his jeans.

  As I stroke, I pause to watch his face change with every movement I make against him. He's biting his lips as he watches my hand at the clasp of his jeans. Then he takes over, unbuttoning the clasp and pulling away the fabric. He's even bigger than I remember, and a trill of fear passes through me as I remember the pain. But then I remember the way it felt as he pulsed into me, and I'm no longer afraid. I just want him.

  I trace my fingers along the length, marveling at how it even fit last time. His athletic thighs are tense as he leans back over me, kissing my lips. He slips one hand between my jeans and begins rubbing me through my thin panties. Realizing that the jeans more of a hindrance than he has patience for, he peels them off. His fingers start their circular motion against my bare skin, and we can hear how wet I am.

  "Music to my ears,” He says with a smile.

  I try to smile back, but can hardly do so without releasing the moans building within me. He doesn't seem to mind, and continues to work his fingers. It feels good. So achingly good.

  But I want more.

  “Can we just . . .” I try to say, but the words won't come out.

  “Say it,” he says, watching my face closely. He’s wearing a devilish smirk. He knows exactly what I want, but wants to hear it.

  I squirm under his gaze, heat rising to my face.

  “I want you,” I say as I gently stroke him. But that isn’t enough.

  “To . . .” he prompts, but his hips lift at my touch.

  His piercing blue eyes are locked on mine. He’s wants me to say it, so I do. I kiss his sweet lips and moan against them, “I want you to fuck me, Sean.”

  That’s all he needs to hear. His condom is on and he’s between my legs, his cock pressed into my wetness.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” he says as he carefully pushes himself into me.

  My eyes close tightly and I grip the sheets as he enters me slowly. The head hurts the worst, but it is mostly just anticipation this time. There are still traces of pain, but they almost add to the experience.

  I gasp as he pushes more of himself into me. His fingers are wrapped tightly in my hair and his breath is warm against my ear.

  He’s working me faster now, pumping himself in an out. I tense my body everytime he pulls out, as if trying to convince him to stay inside me. My body aches everytime he withdraws. I need him.

  Without my permission, I’m clenching him tightly. He groans and thrusts even deeper, giving me every inch. That’s when he hits this spot inside me that I didn’t even know existed.

  “Uhh, don’t stop,” I beg. I don’t recognize my own voice. All I know is that sparks are building within me. I wrap my legs around him, but he keeps the same pace, hitting my spot over and over. My nails dig into his back and I pant into his skin.

  It becomes insurmountable, and my body is rolling between his body and the mattress. The sparks turn into a fire that spreads between my legs, through trembling limbs, and out through aching fingertips. He keeps his body still, letting me clench and tighten around him as a base. I flash my eyes open to see his face. He’s biting his lip as he watches me writhe and cum beneath him.

  Finally, the heat begins to cool, and I nearly become embarrassed for losing control. But I don’t have time, because he’s withdrawn and the familiar ache is back. I’m desperate for him to fill me again.

  I push him back against the bed and straddle him. Once I get up there, I’m not quite sure what to do. But his eyes are taking in the image of me sitting on top of him, and he doesn’t seem to notice my self consciousness.

  “Bend your knees, Breezy. Yeah, just like that. God, look at you,” he says, and his eyes are a strange combination of tenderness and hunger.

  He helps guide the tip inside me, and I carefully lower myself down, taking all of him inside me. From this angle, I can control the depth, and I take him deeper than he’s been. For a moment, it feels like he might split me. But I see his face twisted in pleasure as I pull him so deep inside, making the pain worthwhile. And soon, it disappears altogether.

  I bounce lightly, exploring how much I can move without falling off of him. He’s so big that he gives me plenty of space to work with. Soon, I’m finding a rhythm and pattern that is working for both of us. As I’m bouncing on him, he’s reaching between my legs and massaging me with his thumb.

  The pleasure from his thumb throws off the momentum I built, causing new ripples of pleasure to shoot through me. I slow my motion and tremble, overwhelmed with the sensations of him being so deep inside me. Everytime I try to start riding him again, my body is rendered useless from his touch. I can feel the pressure welling within me, and know that I’m going to finish again soon if I don’t take action. He is watching me with a naughty smile. He knows damn well what he’s doing to me.

  My legs are shaking and my thighs are burning, but I don’t care. I’m going to make him cum. Taking a deep breath that turns into a moan, I will myself to glide against him. I rock back and forth, until I’m hitting the same spot inside me that he found earlier. His hands are holding my hips, digging into the muscles, groaning as I work him.

  “Uhh, yeah Bree. Right there,” he says, and I can feel him throbbing, begging for release. I see his strained face as he watches himself disappear inside me, and it takes me to a level. Just knowing that I’m doing this to him, that I’m the one making his breath hitch and his cock twitch, is enough to get me off. My body is rocking him, taking me with him.

  He grabs my hips and slams me down against him, and it's more than either of us can take. I'm tightening and clenching him, milking him of what he's giving. His breath is ragged and his eyes are fixed on himself inside me. His stomach is taut, every ab defined and glistening with sweat. I’m so tight around him that I’m afraid I might snap him off, but he doesn’t care. He’s groaning and pinning my hips down, making sure that I take him all.

  And I want everything.

  Sean

  She wraps her lips around her straw, and I can't help but think about her lips wrapped around me. My mind is filthy, still processing what we did back at her dorm room. She's all I can think about.

  I need to go back to school, but the thought of leaving her makes my chest get tight. I'm not ready to leave. Not when I almost lost her.

  “What do you think about coming back to my campus with me?” I ask before taking a bite of my fries.

  She looks up in surprise, her lips still around the straw. The eye contact and the sucking get me, and I feel blood rushing below.

  “Sorry?” She asks, setting her drink down.

  “What do you think about coming back with me?” I say again, watching her expression carefully.

  “To visit, yeah.” She takes a bite of burger and chews thoughtfully.

  “I mean to stay.”

  She stops chewing and swallows hard. She looks at her plate. The corner of her mouth is playing a smile so slight that I almost miss it. I make a fist over my mouth as I watch her process my words. From my vantage point, it doesn’t look good.

  “Sean, I want to. I really do. But my semester is already paid for. It would be impossible to transfer at this point. My parents would lose a lot of money and I might lose my scholarship. It would be too much of a risk for-” She stops herself.

  “For what?” I ask, and I can hear the sharpness in my voice. Her smokey eyes flicker up to min
e and then away.

  “I just mean that everything is really new,” she says gently. She doesn’t take another bite, and suddenly, I’m not hungry either.

  “Yeah, but it’s not like we don’t know each other. Hell, we’ve known each other since we were kids,” I stretch my hand out across the table, and she lays hers on mine. I run my thumb over the ridges of her knuckles and she gives my hand a squeeze. “Please come with me,” I say in a low voice.

  She smiles and starts to speak, but then shakes her head, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

  “Please don’t make this hard. I have to finish the semester,” she says, and I can see behind her eyes that she really does want to come with me. “Besides, where would I stay?”

  “I’d keep you in my dorm room,” I say with a smile. “You don’t even need your stuff. You can wear my shirts and jerseys. We’ll order takeout and watch movies whenever we’re not… you know,” I say, reaching under the table and squeezing her thigh. She squirms and giggles.

  “That sounds amazing. Like, really amazing,” she says, and her voice is wistful. “But I can come visit.”

  I roll my eyes. She’s trying to placate me and it won’t work. But she has the ace up her sleeve. “Besides, you’re still not sure if you’re going to declare for the draft or not, right?”

  She was right. I hadn't decided yet, and if I did declare, it would be pointless for her to transfer. It would mean I'd be leaving school to get advanced positional training. I'd be signing with an agent. If I decided to stay on another season, maybe I could convince her over the summer.

  "All right, you got me. We'll talk about this after the championship." I concede.

  She rewards me with another smile and dips her head to take another drink from her straw, keeping eye contact with me.

  I flag of the waiter for my check. I want to get her back in her bedroom. As we crunch through the snow making our way out to my truck, I put my hand on the small of her back and whirl her around to face me. She looks up at me with her full lips and big eyes, waiting to hear what I'm going to say.