Full Court Press

by Rose, Ashley

  He looked amused. “Because I wanted it to.”

  “We can’t be late for class,” she said and his smirk widened. He knew she was going to say yes all along.

  “Let’s go.” He started down the hallway but then stopped to wait for her. Normally he would snatch her arm and pull her along or just stalk off and expect her to keep up. He was acting a little off today, even kind of nice.

  She followed him as he led them out a side door instead of walking through the front. His Beemer was parked in the corner of the back lot, which was empty except for a few cars. She was satisfied that no one would see them. They were too far away from the doors and no one had a reason to venture over here.

  Beck didn’t say a word as he unlocked his back door and held it open as she climbed in. The back seat was surprisingly roomy. Beck climbed in after her and shut the door, locking it behind him.

  She glanced around and noticed the windows were tinted darkly. “So—”

  His lips cut off her sentence while his body pushed hers against the seat tightly. She forgot what she was saying and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.

  He didn’t waste time in getting her clothes off. While he kissed her, his hand found its way to the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.

  His shirt followed suit, thanks to her tugging.

  Beck straddled her on the seat, keeping her tight against the cool leather. His big body looming over her was a huge turn on.

  They were both breathing hard when the kiss came to an end. Beck leaned in again to plant kisses on her jaw, neck and shoulders. She sat back and enjoyed the treatment, smiling as his fingers pushed her bra strap down her shoulder.

  Her hands ran over his shoulders and back, enjoying the feel of the broad muscles moving underneath the skin. Beck slowed his kissing to focus on a sensitive spot on her collarbone. She was pretty sure that he was intent on leaving a mark.

  When he was done, he licked her skin lightly before leaning back. “Is this going to work for you or do you need me bring out the handcuffs?”

  She leaned back and rolled her hips up off the leather to push against his jeans. “Maybe next time?”

  “I’m holding you to that.”

  She smiled and reached for the button of his jeans.

  He watched as she yanked the zipper down. “Impatient, are we?”

  “I think it’s my turn to be on top. What do you think?”

  “Whatever you want, baby.”

  She smiled at the endearment and pushed him off her. He let her push him back against the seat and get his jeans all the way off. She made quick work of her own pants and underwear before tugging his boxers down to reveal that he was definitely ready to go.

  Beck surveyed her body and smiled. “So how do you want to—”

  She sat down hard on his lap and he dropped his head back against the seat with a groan. “That’ll work.”

  Satisfied with his reaction, she started to move on top of him, enjoying the feeling of being in control. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him while keeping her lower body moving.

  His hands found her hips and helped her bring their bodies together, over and over again. Even though his fingers kept a firm grip on her, he let her set the pace.

  She promptly decided that she liked this position as she kissed Beck’s neck and shoulder. His chest was heaving, and she let her hands roam over his warm skin as it moved up and down.

  She pushed faster and faster, not interested in savoring the moment. They were short on time and she intended to make the best of it. She kissed him on the lips assertively and felt his body respond. One of his hands smoothed up to her shoulders and then down and around the curve of her ass as it moved up and down.

  Beck moaned against her lips before pulling away. “Jesus Christ, Carmondy, take it easy, I’m—”

  She only adjusted her body a little bit and pushed harder, causing him to moan again and his fingers to tighten on her hips. She rested her forehead against his as she kept going, determined not to give either of them a break until they were done.

  Release was coming fast, just like she wanted. She was paying him back for dragging it out so long last time. Besides, racing against the clock was fun.

  As he finished, his hands tightened on her hips but helped her keep moving for a few more seconds until she came also. Immediately after, she collapsed on top of him, the muscles in her legs and hips totally spent.

  She sighed quietly and let her arms slide from around his neck to rest her palms on his chest and her cheek on his shoulder.

  “Holy shit,” Beck gasped, still out of breath.

  Oddly, he didn’t seem to mind the little cuddle session. He rested his hands on her hips and leaned his head back against the seat.

  She nuzzled closer to his neck and mumbled, “What time is it?”

  He checked his watch over her shoulder. “We’ve still got a few minutes before the warning bell.”

  She closed her eyes, wanting to stay like this all day. She smiled a little at the fact that she hadn’t even gotten off his lap yet. She was finding that she didn’t like the feeling that she was left with between her legs as they parted their bodies after sex, so she tried to prolong it as long as possible.

  Beck’s hands wrapped around her waist to push her back a little. “We should probably start getting dressed though.”

  She pushed out her bottom lip but he just shook his head and picked her up off his body, sliding her off him.

  Then Beck slid over to the opposite door, the one that wasn’t facing the school and got out of the car, pulling up his boxers as he went.

  “What are you doing!” She tried to cover her naked body, scrambling for her clothes.

  “Relax, no one can see in. No one’s even out here.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, standing right outside the door.

  She pulled her bra straps back up. “Still... what the heck are you doing?”

  “It’s not easy to get dressed in the back of a car.”

  She tried to pull her underwear on and almost slid off the seat. She didn’t have to skills for this.

  Beck reached in and grabbed his T-shirt before pulling it on also. “Do you need help?”

  She managed to get her underwear on after much squirming. “No just—” She pushed him away from the door and slid her feet to the asphalt. “Don’t move.”

  He rolled his eyes and stood in the few feet of space between the open car door and the side of the car, blocking her from the football field’s view. “There isn’t anyone out here, just an empty field.” He planted one hand on the side of the car and the other on the edge of the door. “Did I tell you how much I liked your underwear today? I mean, don’t get me wrong, the rainbow stripes and four-leaf clovers are cute but this...” He dropped one hand to slide a finger underneath the waistband of her underwear, which happened to be a thong.

  She stood up onto her tiptoes to kiss him as his hand smoothed along the top edge of her thong. When his hand slipped down the front of the black fabric, she pulled her lips away reluctantly. “Beck...”

  “What?” he murmured, stepping closer.

  “We can’t get started again, we’d be late,” she said. He was so close that her lips brushed against his as she spoke.

  He made a sound of disapproval and pushed his lips against hers roughly before stepping back.

  She shook her head firmly to clear her thoughts and pulled her jeans on. She had to hop to pull them all the way up, causing her to bump into his chest. It was like bumping into a brick wall.

  She leaned back into the car to grab her shirt and suddenly a hand was on her ass and his hips were leaning against hers. “You really shouldn’t be bending over in front of me like that then.”

  She smiled. “Or what?”

  “Or I’m gonna yank your jeans down and do you all over again.” He slid a hand around to the front of her jeans and slipped below the waistband.

  She bit back a mo
an. “What’s stopping you?” she teased, pushing her ass higher, knowing he wouldn’t get started when they needed to be in class.

  “Ahh ha.” He yanked her out of the car by her hips before flipping her around and pinning her against the SUV. “What, you think that because you were on top this time that you can taunt me or some shit?”

  She could hear the humor in his voice, and she tried to keep a straight face. “Maybe.”

  He shook his head slowly and ran his hands up her mostly bare torso. “If only we had a few more minutes, I would teach you a lesson.”

  “Oh really?” she said.

  “Really. You just wait, because next time...” He leaned down to speak in her ear and cup her ass tightly. “I’m going to make you beg for it.”

  She got hot all over again but kept up the act, hoping to get some more out of him. “You can try.”

  He pulled back and smiled. “I’m gonna do more than try, sweetheart. Besides, did you think I was kidding about the handcuffs?” He let go of her and opened his front passenger door to get into the glove box. He came back with a set of cuffs and she gulped.

  Now why hadn’t they used those?

  “Do these look fun to you?” he teased, holding them in front of her face.

  She nodded.

  “I thought so. I have some great ideas. Do you want to hear them?” he asked, leaning closer, resting the cold metal on her sternum.

  She nodded again, fervently.

  He smiled wickedly. “Too bad.”

  “Ugh!” she said, pushing him back.

  He laughed and tossed the handcuffs into the car. “Relax, just remind me and I’ll use them on you next time.”

  “Whatever.” She pulled her shirt on. “You really shouldn’t feed my perverted tendencies, you know.”

  “Oh shut up, don’t even go there.”

  “It’s true!” she said, shutting the door as they made their way back to the school.

  “It’s not perverted.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “No, it would only be perverted if you were some weird nympho who’s addicted to it, which you are not. You get off without it, obviously.”

  “So? I still want it.”

  “You are not perverted. You are sexy. The end.”

  She looked up at him. “You think I’m sexy?”

  “Well, hello, I wouldn’t be banging you if you weren’t.”

  “Oh, you mean I’m hot.”

  He sighed and grabbed her arm, stopping them both so that he could look at her. “A lot of girls are hot, with little waists and big tits, but you have a trim athletic body with some muscles that I didn’t even know girls were allowed to have. That is sexy. You want to adventure into the world of light bondage, which takes confidence. That’s sexy too. You can go from being strapped down to riding me like a fucking bucking bronco or some shit, which is extremely sexy. You don’t wear ridiculous amounts of makeup. You’re hella fast and pretty good at basketball. You don’t ask questions when you know someone needs space. You can drive a stick. Casual sex is new to you but you’re coping with it like a pro, you don’t tell other people things that you know are private, you have this amazing body yet you’re so damn shy about it and you can get me off faster than I ever thought possible. That is all sexy.”

  She blinked. “Oh, wow.”

  “Oh yeah, and you wax with that landing strip, which is super sexy.”

  “Beck!”

  He shrugged. “I like ‘em smooth but not bare. Otherwise, I feel like I’m banging a plastic blow up doll or some shit.”

  She blinked. “Oh, I see.”

  “Yeah, now let’s go.” He started back into the school but she grabbed his arm and pulled him back around.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for the compliments.”

  He shrugged her off and tried to look annoyed. “They weren’t compliments, just facts.”

  “Well, thank you for the facts,” she countered.

  He looked annoyed some more and pulled her the rest of the way into the school.

  “Beck, do you want me to go through a list of things I find sexy about you like you did with me?”

  “No, thank you.”

  “Well, I could, because you aren’t an asshole.”

  “We need to get to class, Carmondy.”

  The warning bell went off and she had no choice but to rush inside after him to make it to class on time.

  * * *

  That evening, Carmondy stepped out of the bathroom after her shower in sweats and a T-shirt. Her hair was damp and she let it hang loose around her shoulders. The girls had wanted to come over after practice with pizza and a movie and throw her a little housewarming party.

  She’d asked Beck if he wanted to come over too, so Andy wouldn’t be the only guy, but he’d said not just no, but ‘hell no’. It had upset her a little, but she could see how this really wouldn’t be his thing. She had just finished dressing when the doorbell rang. She opened to door to find Anderson and a group of five girls: Kendall, Torie, Sydney, Alli and a sophomore named Kiley.

  “Hey, guys, come on in.”

  Everyone crowded into the apartment. Alli was balancing five unbaked pizzas. “A little help here?”

  Carmondy smiled and took the pizzas from her, setting them on the counter beside the stove. “Who’s gonna cook these suckers?”

  “Kiley!” a chorus sounded.

  The dark-haired girl came forward with a good-natured look. “Now I know why I was invited.”

  Kendall smiled and nudged her. “Nooo, we invited you because you’re gonna be team captain next year. I’ll help, but for now just pre-heat the oven so Car can give us the tour.”

  “All right, well...this is my apartment,” Carmondy said, spreading her arms. “Dining area, kitchen, empty bedroom and my bedroom.”

  The girls all flocked to her bedroom, curious. Once everyone was inside, Kendall looked around. “Why does this look...like someone else’s bedroom that we know?”

  “Er...I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Kendall fixed her with a stare. “Oh really?” She picked the picture up off her bedside table. “I seem to remember giving this to someone very specific last year.” She looked around and pointed to the wall. “And the posters? I’ve seen those same exact ones somewhere else. And the bedspread?” She picked up the corner of the blanket Beck had brought her. “Also very familiar.”

  “You spend a lot of time at Beck’s place, I see,” Carmondy teased.

  “Har har, yeah right. But you admit it?”

  She shrugged. “He brought some stuff over last night, no big deal.”

  “He brought stuff over for you?”

  “Yeah...it was a little weird actually...but anyway! Everyone out of my room, I thought we were going to pig out and watch a movie.”

  “True dat!” Anderson said from the living room.

  “When is that pizza gonna be ready? I’m starving.” Torie was the last one to come out of Car’s bedroom.

  “I brought snacks,” Alli said. “That should hold us over until the pizza is ready. Do we want to give Car her stuff now or wait?”

  “Now!” several of the girls said.

  “Oh, you guys, you didn’t get me stuff, did you?” Carmondy frowned.

  Kendall shrugged and pulled a bag from floor where she had set it. “It’s not everyday someone we know gets her own apartment.”

  Car sighed and took the bag, moving to sit on the couch, everyone finding a seat around her. Anderson pulled an unsuspecting Kendall onto his lap, who slapped at his hand around her waist but didn’t make a move to get up.

  “Kendall...do I have to open this?”

  “Oh calm down, it’s nothing big. Just look in the bag.”

  Carmondy opened the bag and pulled out a small box. It was a little over-the-door hoop and basketball set.

  “Aww, it’s adorable! Thanks, Kendall.”

  “No problem
, everyone should have one of those.”

  “Me next!” Anderson exclaimed, standing up with Kendall in his arms. She squeaked before Anderson set her back down.

  He grabbed something off the table before coming back to her and planting a big kiss on her forehead. “There you go,” he said, putting the box in her lap.

  “Oh, was the kiss my gift?” she teased.

  “No, but it can be.” He leaned forward suggestively but she laughed and pushed him away.

  She opened the outer box to find a smaller one sitting inside.

  “You got me a shower radio?”

  “Yep! So when you’re in the shower getting all naked and steamy, you can rock out and think about me!”

  “Oh, wow. That’s really cool, Anderson. Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. It’s actually a re-gift. I got it for Christmas last year from a cousin, but I already have one.”

  “Okay,” she laughed. “Even better, I guess.”

  “Our turn!” A few of the girls stood up and went to the table, coming back with something covered in a bag. They set it on the coffee table in front of her and pulled the bag off. “Ta da!”

  “Aww.” Carmondy leaned forward. “It’s a fish.”

  Torie nodded. “There are two, but one of them likes to hide in his little castle, see?”

  Carmondy crouched down in front of the fish tank and saw one of the little orange fish in the castle that was sitting in the fake sand. “They’re so cute!”

  “They won’t get much bigger and the tank has the filter and the oxygenator thingy so it’s all ready to go,” Alli said.

  “Thanks, you guys,” Car said. “I’ve always wanted a pet.”

  The oven made a beeping noise.

  “Pizza!” Anderson exclaimed.

  “No,” Kiley said. “The oven’s just done heating up.”

  “That’s so lame,” Anderson whined.

  Kendall pushed Anderson out of the way with a hand on his chest. “Like you need any more food. Come on, Kiley. Let’s see if we can fit two pizzas in there.” Kendall looked at Car. “Since Kiley was the last one we picked up, we raided her movie stash.” She nodded to the table. “Pick something to put in.”

  The mattress from the spare bedroom was pulled out, and two girls sat on it while two other girls squeezed into the large armchairs. Anderson stretched out on the floor, and Kendall joined Carmondy on the couch. They chatted through most of the movie, especially Anderson, who kept hitting on the younger girl, trying to get her to join him on the floor.