by Celia Loren
"Mm?" I murmur, brushing my lips softly against hers.
"Never mind," she breathes, and wraps her arms around my neck. She opens her mouth wide to mine, and it's like a bolt of electricity goes through me. I don't remember the last time I was this turned on.
I don't want to wait any longer. I stand up, and guide her thighs to wrap around my waist. I carry her into the bedroom and lean over to place her on her back on the bed. I stand up to whip my shirt off, feeling my weary muscles protest, but I have no intention of stopping. I pull off her shoes, and then lean forward again. I want to devour every inch of her, starting with this soft spot on the side of her neck just under her ear. She squirms in ecstasy as I flick my tongue back and forth across her skin. I grin. I'm going to be the best she's ever had.
I reach down and pull her shirt off over her head, then quickly unbutton her pants and strip them off her. I lie back down on top of her, and feel her trembling beneath me. I slow down, working her mouth open with mine, before I reach behind her and unhook her bra. I lean back to pull it off her arms, and begin to salivate as I look down at her round, firm breasts. I dip my head down hungrily and take her right nipple into my mouth. I suck hard, and she cries out. I move to the other one, flicking it back and forth with my tongue, while I move my hand down her flat stomach.
I slide my fingers over her panties and feel my dick twitch. She's so wet, her panties are soaking right through. I move down, sliding onto my knees on the floor and tugging her legs so that her ass is on the end of the bed. I bend my head down and can feel the heat from her opening. I reach up and slip my fingers under the sides of her underwear.
"Wait!" she cries, sitting up on her elbows. I look up at her questioningly. What could possibly need to be discussed at this moment? "I...I'm a virgin," she whispers.
Chapter 15
Britt
He jerks back away from me, and my embarrassment deepens. "I'm sorry. I should have told you before."
"No, I just...Shit." He sits next to me on the bed, and I sit up next to him, shyly covering my exposed breasts with my arms.
"I want to, you know, but I just wanted to tell you, in case I'm not any good at it."
He smiles. "I doubt that will be a problem, but I do appreciate the warning. So are you completely a virgin? You haven't done anything?"
"I'm a virgin in all senses of the word," I reply. He looks down at me, and must notice my discomfort, because he puts a hand at the small of my back.
"It's not that I don't want to be your first. I just want you to be sure," he tells me.
"I think I am. Mostly," I tell him.
"Uh-huh," he replies, then falls silent for a moment. "You're sitting here naked on my bed, so I can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe we should wait. Until you're completely sure."
"Thank you," I sigh.
"With that said, how about a preview?" he asks, his eyes dancing.
"A preview?" I ask, my entire body rising to attention again.
"There are plenty of other things to do besides sex," he says, his hand sliding around toward my stomach. "No one's ever touched you here?" he asks, cupping his hand over my vagina.
"No," I gasp, suddenly barely able to sit up. My head is swimming, but my eyes travel down his body, from his shoulders, to the bruise forming on his right pec, over his rippling abs, and down to the massive bulge in his pants. His middle finger flicks over my clit, and suddenly all my attention is drawn there, like a spotlight.
I close my eyes as he leans down and sucks my earlobe into his mouth as his finger circles me. "I love how wet you are," he whispers, and my eyes fly open. I'm shocked by his language, but even more shocked to feel how it turns me on even more. I feel an ache begin to build between my legs. He moves his fingers up, then slides them under my panties. I find myself raising my hips up to meet him, and as his fingers touch my bare clit, I curl into his body, unable to support myself any longer. The pleasure radiating from his fingers feels like it's going to carry me away. "Lie back," he tells me, and I obey, feeling his soft duvet cover under my back as he once more kneels on the floor.
Now that we're on the same page, I don't protest as he takes off my underwear. I can feel myself shaking, and force myself to take a deep breath. Nothing could prepare me for the sensation of his mouth closing on me, though. My body arches off the bed in ecstasy as his tongue caresses me. Why there's such a difference between his finger and his tongue, I don't know, but there is.
I gasp as I feel something at my opening. It's his finger, and he's sliding it inside me. He goes slowly until I can feel his knuckle pressed against me, and then begins to circle it around inside me while I get used to the sensation. Then his tongue begins to move faster, flicking back and forth across my aching nub as his finger inside me matches pace.
My body fills with desire until I feel like I'm about to burst. And in a way, I do. I feel the pleasure explode out of me in waves that send my body writhing on the bed. I've had orgasms by myself before, but this one is on a different level.
When I'm aware of my surroundings again, I feel Hunter lying on the bed next to me, his hand stroking my hair. I turn toward him, marveling at how at ease I feel with him seeing my naked body now. I reach down, pressing my palm onto his stomach, and then sliding it just under the top of his jeans. His eyes widen and he grunts.
"Will you teach me?" I ask him.
"You don't have to," he tells me, though I can see the tension in his jaw from holding back.
"I want to make you feel the way you just made me feel," I tell him. "Teach me."
He grins. "My pleasure." I sit up and unbuckle his belt, then unzip his pants. He helps me by standing up and pushing his pants and underwear to the ground. I gape at his cock as he turns back to me. It's curved upward all the way to his stomach, and actually moves slightly as I look at it, like it has a mind of its own. I realize I'm unconsciously licking my lips, and he smiles, then sits on the bed and moves so he's leaning back against the headboard with his legs splayed out in front of him. I crawl toward him, and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest.
His cock presses against my stomach as we kiss. He tastes a little different, and I realize that it's because I'm tasting myself on his tongue. I move down, replicating what he did to my body on him. I kiss down his chest, feeling his coarse chest hair against the tip of my nose, and then move to his nipples. He groans as I suck one into my mouth. Good. Maybe I won't be terrible at this stuff.
After I give his other nipple the same treatment, I move down his stomach, circling my tongue slowly around his belly button. His cock is now against my neck, and I lean back to look at it for a moment. I'm surprised to feel like I know what to do. I lean down and lick him from just above his balls on the way up to his tip. I'm rewarded with a loud groan. I look up at his face, and see his eyes are heavy-lidded with pleasure, and his lips are slightly open.
"I'm not so sure you need any lessons," he says, his voice deep and caught in his throat. "But all you really need to know is to put your lips over your teeth."
I nod, and wrap my hands around his cock. It's hot against my palms, and I pull it gently down as I lick my lips and then wrap them over my teeth like he said. I remind myself to breathe through my nose, and then slide my lips over his tip and take him into my mouth.
"Fuck," he sighs as my mouth moves down his shaft. I take him into the back of my throat, and then move back up. Down again, then back up. I keep going, and then begin to follow my mouth with my hand along his shaft, figuring that will feel good to him. "Damn, Britt," he groans, and I look up to see that his neck muscles are straining, and his eyes have a look of intense concentration as he watches me.
A feeling of power washes over me. The star quarterback, eagerly awaiting the next flick of my tongue.
I begin to move faster and faster, taking him as deeply as I can, until my eyes begin to water. He grunts, and his hips buck. Suddenly my mouth is full of warm liquid, and I instinctively swallow as I mo
ve back up and down a couple more times before I pull my head up and rest back on my heels.
"I'm sorry," he gasps, looking alarmed and reaching for a tissue from on top of his nightstand. "I should have warned you. I just got carried away. Did you swallow?" he asks as he hands me the tissue and I dab my mouth.
"Was I not supposed to?"
"No, you can. Some girls just don't like to," he explains. "And I'm clean. I make sure to get checked."
"So, I did alright then?" I ask, as he pulls me toward him. He turns on his side, and tugs the sheets from under us, and then pulls them over.
He laughs. "You did amazing," he says, brushing my lips with a kiss.
"I liked doing it," I whisper as his dark brown eyes dance. I reach up and run a finger down his cheek, feeling a slight bit of stubble. "And I want to do more."
"Are you—"
"But there's one thing first." I just realized it, when he said that he has to get checked. "I want to lose my virginity to my boyfriend, whom I'm seeing exclusively." He opens his mouth to say something, but I put my finger across his lips, silencing him. "I'm not trying to pressure you. I'm just telling you the facts." He nods, and I force myself not to try to read into the expression in his eyes. "Now we both have something to think about."
Chapter 16
Hunter
My body is begging me to head straight for the locker rooms, but the reporters crowd around me. "Hunter, it looked like Ole Miss was going to spoil your perfect season. How did you turn it around in the second half?" one of them asks, shoving a microphone under my chin.
I wipe the sweat and dirt from my forehead before I answer. "I have to give a lot of the credit to my guys. They really pulled it out against a tough defense."
"Coach McKay is crediting your leadership skills and the touchdown you ran in during your last drive. Care to comment?"
I'm speechless for a moment, but try to cover my surprise since I'm on national television. "That’s...generous of him, but I wasn't out there alone," I finally manage to say. Coach McKay giving me credit? That's practically unheard of.
I answer a few more questions before one of the assistant coaches pulls me toward the visiting team's tunnel and into the locker rooms. The truth is I did have to up my running game today because of Ole Miss's defense. My receivers were pretty much stymied, and if it weren't for that last touchdown I managed to sneak in, we would have lost. Of course, now my legs feel like rubber and my chest is covered in bruises from being tackled.
The mood in the locker room is exhausted but euphoric. This was our hardest-fought win of the season, against what was likely our toughest opponents.
"What'd I say?" Adam says, pulling off his cleats. "We're going all the way this year."
"Could be," I murmur. An NCAA championship would be the perfect cap to my college football experience, but I've never led my team to the finals before.
"Coach wants to see you as soon as you're changed," one of the assistants tells me, leaning into the locker room. I nod, and pull off my shoulder pads. Coach might have complimented me publicly, but I'm sure now the other shoe will drop and he'll have something negative to say about my performance.
My mind drifts to Britt. I was able to put her out of my mind for the game, but now she's back. I picture her as she looked asleep in my bed. After she told me she wants to be exclusive, I watched her sleep for a while. I felt like a creep, but I couldn't stop. I felt so calm, but now I'm wondering about the groupies that are surely gathered in the lobby of our hotel. My normal routine would be to take one or two up to my hotel room for the night before we head back to Vanover in the morning.
After I shower and put on my sweat suit, I head into the hallway to look for Coach. I spot him in a small office, watching a TV mounted into the corner that's playing post-game coverage. He switches it off as I walk in, and indicates that I should sit in the chair across from him. As I do, he takes off his Vanover baseball cap and lays it on the table, then smooths his hand over his head.
"I was impressed by you today," he says. I blink in surprise. "I saw you encouraging our defense in the locker room during half time, and I know you took the blame for Adam fumbling that ball in the first quarter."
"I...thank you," I mumble, unused to this kind of interaction with him.
"I've been waiting on this kind of sign from you," he tells me. "In my experience, if a coach is the engine behind a player in college, that player will stall out in the pros. I've avoided doing that with you to leave space for you to step up, and now you have. And now I'm prepared to put my full support behind you. You need to ready yourself for a lot more media attention. If you thought it was crazy before, you haven't seen anything yet. They're starting to discuss you as a first-round draft pick, and you'll likely be invited to the National Combine."
My eyes widen. Shit. The things that he's saying...they're my dreams. I've thought so long about them, that the feeling of them coming true feels completely surreal. And the sight of Coach's lips curving up into a smile is only adding to the feeling. Coach never smiles.
"You look like a deer in headlights," he says. "Come to my office after practice on Monday. We have some things to discuss."
"Okay," I reply, standing up. "Thanks, Coach."
I move toward the door, but his voice stops me. "And Hunter, I don't know what caused this change within you, but I think you should commit to it. A man might only get one or two opportunities like this in his life, if he gets any at all. You've shown lately that you have the maturity and leadership to capitalize on it, but you need to make sure you keep going. Don't let it slip away."
I nod, and shut the door behind me. He might not know what caused the change he's seen, but I do. It was his own daughter.
Chapter 17
Britt
"I guess I just thought you were a bit more of a prude," Danielle says.
"Hey!" I protest, though I know she doesn’t mean to be unkind. "Just because I don't like keggers doesn't mean I'm a prude. I want to have sex, I've just been waiting for the right guy."
"And you think Hunter's it. Have you heard from him?"
"I'm meeting him at his place at nine. He had to go straight to class when he got back this morning. Do you think that's bad? That he wants to tell me in person?"
"Oh man, I don't know. Are you gonna be heartbroken if his answer is no?"
Even hearing her suggest it makes my stomach drop. "Yes," I whisper. "Maybe it was stupid of me to let myself fall for him like this, when he has no history of relationships at all."
Danielle glances at the clock. "You better get going. Good luck."
On the walk over, I weigh all the evidence in my head. Hunter seems serious about me. I haven't known him very long, but I already feel like he knows me better than anyone else. We've talked about everything, and even when we're talking about serious stuff, he has a way of making it feel lighter.
By the time I ring his bell and he buzzes me up, my stomach is in knots. I've imagined both of his possible responses multiple times, and have experienced the corresponding emotions multiple times, all on this short walk over.
I step out of the elevator, and his door is already opening just down the hall. All of my worries disappear. He's smiling.
"I'm an idiot," he says, ushering me inside. "I want you to be my girlfriend, and I should've told you that a week ago. I've grown more in the last month since knowing you than the entire rest of my time at college."
"Really?" I reply, beaming.
"And if you want to wait on the physical stuff that's—"
"No. Thank you, but I'm ready."
"Wow. Okay, then."
"So, how do we…" I start eagerly. "I mean, what position is the best to start—"
He cuts me off with a laugh. "Britt, you don't have to plan everything."
I grin as he wraps his arms around me. "I guess I am a bit of a planner," I admit.
"Just a bit," he agrees, leaning his head down. "But that's one of the things I like ab
out you. Do you want anything to eat, or…?"
"No," I murmur. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too," he whispers, then takes my hand. "Come on." He leads me through the living room and back into his bedroom. I take a deep breath as he lets go of my hand and turns to me. "Are you nervous?"
I nod. "Yes, but I'm ready."
"I'll go slow," he assures me. He steps toward me and bends down, brushing a soft kiss against my lips that swiftly grows into a passionate embrace. I can feel my heart pounding against his massive chest as his hands move down and slide over my ass. I reach down and tug at the bottom of his t-shirt, and he steps back to pull it over his head. A foolish grin spreads across my face at the sight of his naked torso. I can't believe I'm with a guy who looks like he's chiseled from marble.
I slide off my shoes and then pull my own tank top off over my head. He leans over and gently bites the top of my breasts, and I giggle. As he pulls my right cup down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, my laughter turns into a gasp of pleasure. I tilt my head back and feel his hand supporting me at the small of my back. His fingers move to my bra strap and I feel it falling away from me, leaving me exposed to his mouth.
He stands up straight again, and as he watches me, I move my fingers to my zipper and push my pants to the ground. Grinning, he pulls his own athletic shorts off so we're both facing each other in our underwear. He reaches out and pulls me toward him, then spins me around at the last second so my ass is pressing into him. His places one huge palm in the middle of my chest and then slides it down as I allow my head to rest back against him. His fingers slide under my panties and I moan. I arch my back, and can feel his cock pressing against me.
He presses two fingers slowly inside me and moves his thumb to my clit. I grip his thighs, needing to hang on to something. My body twitches as his fingers work their magic. My anxiety only breaks through now and then, when I feel the size of his cock against me and worry about the upcoming pain.