by Claire Adams
Zack kissed a rapid path up to my lips, lingering to lavish attention to the tops of my breasts along the way. I was shaking, trembling as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, kissing me hungrily. I held onto him tightly, hovering in a haze of orgasmic bliss for a long moment, unable to think of anything other than how good I felt.
“You do realize you’re not fully naked, don’t you?” Zack nibbled playfully at my neck, murmuring in my ear. I opened my eyes and looked down—realizing it for the first time since he had started to go down on me.
“I had forgotten. It didn’t seem to get in your way much.”
Zack grinned. He lifted me up off of the bed and reached around to my back, unhooking the clasp on my bra before he guided the fabric away from my body. Then he was tugging my skirt down over my hips, along my legs, tossing it aside and leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He trailed his hands all over me slowly, caressing and soothing me, cupping my breasts and stroking my arms and legs.
“Much better,” Zack said, kissing me lightly on the lips. I touched him everywhere I could reach, kneading his tight shoulders, running my fingers through his hair, caressing along the line of his spine.
“Have I mentioned how sorry I am that I acted like such an idiot?” I asked, still smiling dreamily.
“Oh trust me, I know exactly how sorry you are,” Zack said, kissing me hungrily until I was nearly breathless. He pulled back and looked down at me with a smile. “I think we can safely call it even now, don’t you?”
I laughed. “Okay, fine. We’re even.”
I reached down between our bodies and found Zack’s cock by touch. I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a long, slow stroke; Zack obediently started to harden immediately, his hips twisting and thrusting up into my touch. He groaned, burying his face against my neck for a moment as I stroked him until he was once more fully hard, the tip of his cock beginning to flow precum against my hand. Zack slipped his hand between my legs and began to caress me, his touch feather-light to start and then steadily firmer. He worked his fingers up between my labia, rubbing me slowly and steadily as I pumped him. In a matter of moments we were both burning up, our sweat running together, our bodies twisting against each other and our limbs tangling.
Zack moved my hand away and guided his cock up against me, rubbing up and down along my slick folds until I was panting with need. He thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch, letting me feel his thick hardness as it pushed past the initial resistance of my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrust, kissing wherever my lips could reach. Zack dragged his lips along the line of my throat, bringing them up to my mouth as he began to rock his hips against mine, rubbing against me and pushing deeper and deeper into my body.
“Fuck, Evie,” Zack murmured, his hands moving over my body slowly, “you feel so good.”
“You, too,” I said, throwing my head back to give him better access to my neck.
Zack nipped at my sensitive skin, while his hand trailed upward from my waist to cup my breast. He twisted and rolled my nipple between his fingers, making me gasp and shiver underneath him. We moved together in a steady rhythm—I smiled to myself as I realized it was exactly the same rhythm that was blaring through the speakers outside, the music of the party going on downstairs. Every shift of our bodies sent more and more tingling pleasure through me, building up the tension deep down between my hips. I clung to Zack as if for life itself, writhing underneath him, hot and cold flashes flickering through me like electric fire.
I held myself back as much as I could, wanting to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Zack picked up the pace of his thrusts, and I matched him, pushing down my hips to meet his thrusts. Every movement between our bodies brought more friction to bear against my clit, even as Zack pushed deeper and deeper into me. I gripped his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin, gasping and panting as the friction built up until I simply couldn’t control myself anymore. I cried out, clutching Zack close to me, my whole body tensing and then relaxing in turns as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me, racking me with the intensity of the sensations.
I was barely aware of it as Zack’s cock began to twitch and jerk inside of me, barely aware of the splash of sticky-slick heat that shot into me in spurts while we continued to move together until we simply couldn’t keep it up anymore. As the spasms of pleasure began to abate for both of us, I felt Zack sag against me and I drooped against the mattress, panting and so full of satisfied pleasure that I couldn’t think.
I stayed there for a long time, my mind drifting, music and the sounds of a few hundred partiers filtering through the walls as I caught my breath and tried to convince my pounding heart to slow down. Zack pulled himself up, falling to the bed next to me with his arms draped around me loosely, lazily touching me everywhere.
“I’m so glad you found me,” Zack said, burying his face against my neck and kissing me.
“I am, too. This is certainly a lot better than I expected.”
Zack laughed against my skin, pulling back and brushing my long hair out of my face before he kissed me hungrily, his hands coming to life along my curves, teasing me once more.
“Man, Evie—I was miserable without you. I don’t think you even know how much it hit me.”
I shrugged, still smiling. “I saw you play the other night. But I didn’t think…I just figured you’d move on once I froze you out.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I was expecting you to have some girl in here, so I could feel justified.” Zack laughed again, kissing me hungrily as he started to touch me all over again, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples and starting up the flames of desire inside of me again. “Hey—so what were you doing in here before I came?”
Zack shrugged. “Pretending to study, mostly just moping. Considering trying to call you one last time, actually.”
Zack pulled my body against his and slipped his hand between my legs. He began to stroke my still-slick folds slowly and gently at first, and then more firmly. He found my clit by touch and began to stroke me as I shivered and arched against him, pushing my hips down for better contact.
“You should stay the night,” Zack suggested, rubbing my clit in tight little circles while my hips bucked, sliding some of his fingers down to stroke my inner labia.
“Mm—no, Zack. I am not staying the night here,” I laughed slightly, breathless and moaning, leaning my head back against his shoulder. “There is—there is no way that I’m doing the walk of shame away from your frat tomorrow morning.”
Zack kissed my shoulder, nibbling playfully. “Aw, come on—everyone already knows that I’m madly in love with you. Of course you stayed the night.”
I rolled my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat as Zack’s fingers slipped inside of me, rubbing along my inner walls. “I’m not staying the night,” I insisted, moaning softly as Zack continued to work me, sending tingling jolts of hot and cold electricity through my nerves.
He didn’t argue the point, but instead kept touching me, rubbing and stroking me inside and out, pressing against my clit until I shivered almost uncontrollably against him, hitting orgasm once again before I slumped against his body.
I slipped out of the frat house a few hours later; the party had wound down, with only a few revelers still drinking and laughing and talking, the music long since dead. I knew I’d be totally wrecked for my classes the next day, but the sweet tingling aftermath of so many orgasms coursing through my body told me it was totally worth it. I would maybe get a nap in the afternoon; I had a span of a couple of hours between lunch and my evening classes. It wouldn’t be that difficult to fit in a rest. My phone buzzed in my purse and I took it out, looking at the screen; there were two text messages. One from Jess and one from Zack.
You okay? Jess had asked me. I sent back that I was, and on my way back to the dorms.
Zack’s was even more satisfying: Can’t wait to get you alone again, Evie.
I am counting down the hours.
CHAPTER SIX
For a day or two, I had no time to get back to Zack; in spite of the fact that I wanted nothing more than to be with him again, I still had the presence of mind to put my studies first. I sent Zack a few texts—teasing him, and getting teased in return—but I couldn’t make any definite plans until I knew I had all of my work done. I wanted to see him again, but I wasn’t going to make the mistake of letting my grades tank because I’d gone sex-crazed with a guy. I was also still nervous about the reaction from his teammates. Was the one who’d talked to me the only one who was worried about Zack being distracted, or was it something that the whole team was on board with? And had they noticed that Zack was apparently more distracted without me?
It was Wednesday morning when I woke up; I was already thinking of how I would hit Zack up to go to dinner somewhere off campus, maybe bring him back to my dorm to spend the night. I still had my own prejudices against this frat house—if he had to stay there for whatever reason, I would go to him there, but if I could have him to myself in my room, I wanted that a lot more. I got up and decided to wake up gradually, about an hour or so earlier than my usual wake-up time.
I was sitting in the common area of the dorm when Jess came in, eyes wide and face set in shock. I was watching one of the early-morning shows, drinking a cold coffee in my pajamas, and Jess made a beeline to me.
“Shit, Evie—have you seen this?” She brandished a newspaper and I furrowed my brow.
“What, did something come out in the school rag?”
Jess shook her head. “This isn’t the campus paper,” she said, straightening it and showing me the banner.
It was the Tribune, distributed throughout the state, though it was mostly local. Jess unfolded the newspaper. On the front page, a huge headline read, Up and Coming QB May Be Suspended for Partying Too Hard. My gaze moved down and I saw a picture of Zack, obviously at a party at his frat. He was wearing a toga and had a beer in each hand, streams of the drinks flowing into his mouth from both sides. There was a girl in the picture with him, grinding up against him with a huge grin on her face.
For a long moment I couldn’t do anything but stare at the picture, shocked at what I was seeing. I finally snatched the paper out of Jess’ hands and began to read. “The quarterback’s partying ways, as a member of the notorious Phi Alpha Kappa fraternity, recently came to light to the administration as well as the coaching staff at the university.” The article went on to describe the different highlights—or maybe they were lowlights—of the frat’s history on campus, and opined that it was a foregone conclusion that Zack would be lost to partying ways once he’d joined as a freshman. “Of course, the kind of behavior that a second string quarterback is able to get away with is impossible for a starting quarterback for a school that will be going on to nationals.” The article concluded with speculation as to whether suspending Zack would force the school to forfeit at the finals, whether or not the first string QB was going to be able to take up his mantle again, or whether there would be a backup quarterback who could be brought in. “It is certainly a shame to see a promising college ball career marred—potentially ended—by the bad choices of a student.”
I shook my head; his coaches would have had to have known that Zack was partying. Of course, with pictures of potentially underage drinking coming out, I could see why they were worried—and why they might suspend him, even if it cost us the big national championship. They had to at least look like they were being tough on underage drinking and too much partying. But my eyes went back to the picture and I felt my concern for Zack dissolve in a bitter thought. That girl, grinding on him, grinning like she was absolutely certain that she’d be getting him alone in next to no time. Zack had told me he couldn’t think about anyone but me—he had humiliated himself, and me, to demonstrate he had feelings for me. What the hell was he doing letting some girl grind up on him, practically rubbing his toga off, if that was the case?
SLAMMED #4
CHAPTER ONE
For what felt like a long time, I stared at the newspaper that Jess had given me, looking at the picture as my stomach churned. I’d had no idea that the morning was going to bring anything like this. My mind swirled around, alternating between fear and worry for Zack’s position—the possibility that he might be suspended from the team—and growing anger at the sight of a woman grinding up on him. The alcohol didn’t bother me in the slightest; I knew that Zack had started drinking before he even came to college, and the whole point of the frat he belonged to was to party as much as humanly possible.
“I don’t understand,” I said finally, looking from the paper to Jess. “I mean, I really just don’t understand.”
Jess sat down heavily, shrugging. “The school has to look like they’ll only tolerate a certain level of partying, and someone I guess turned Zack in.”
“But…” I shook my head, staring at the picture once more. Had I seen the girl before? Was she one of the girls that seemed to always be around Zack? Had he slept with her? When was the picture from—it had to have been recent to have been included in the article. “Who the hell is that and what is Zack doing letting her be all over him like that?”
Jess shrugged again. “I’d seen Zack around a few times before, and I mean, he’s sort of always been like that—wild, partying, hitting up whatever girl would pay him the least bit of attention. I mean, until you showed up, at least.”
I bit my bottom lip and put the newspaper down. I felt hot and cold all at once, my heart pounding in my chest, my head already starting to ache. Zack had been like this before I came back into the picture. He had fooled around with girls, let them grind up on him—well, in fairness, I thought, he and I had danced just like that the first time he had seen me in years; why should I be surprised? I shouldn’t. But it still hurt; especially since I had no idea if the picture was from long before I had come back into his life or if it was from earlier in the night during the party I’d gone to find him at. I couldn’t think straight—my head was spinning.
“Do you think I made a huge mistake getting back into his life?” I asked Jess. “I mean, that’s not the kind of person I am—do you think…do you think that’s the kind of girl he wants?”
Jess shook her head. “He knows what kind of girl you are and he clearly wants you. What are you so upset about, Evie?”
I swallowed against the tightness I could feel growing steadily worse in my throat. “I’m upset at the sight of the guy I like being dry-humped by some girl!” I said, standing up and pacing across the living room floor. “I mean, yeah, sure, whatever, double-fisting beers is an old hat trick, I’ve seen him doing that before. It’s not news. But what if he’s doing this…what if he’s still going after any girl who’ll pay attention to him?”
I thought of seeing him in the dining hall line with his arm around a girl, just a couple of days after we’d had sex for the first time in years. I thought of him telling me it was just sex.
But he’d acted differently since, hadn’t he? He’d asked me out on a proper date, he’d declared he was hung up on me in front of everyone. I’d been humiliated by the way he acted, but he was just showing off, just trying to get my attention. If he was really serious about having a relationship with me I could forgive him for what he’d done. But if he was dancing and flirting with other girls while keeping me on the line as a steady lay—if all I was to him was a reliable piece of ass—then I couldn’t stand that.
“Is that what you think is happening?” Jess asked me.
I shrugged, throwing my arms out wildly. “I have no fucking clue!” I ran my hands through my hair, trying to decide what I thought. “I just…he’s right there, some slut grabbing on him, and they probably slept together, and I don’t know whether it was from months ago or last year or last week!”
“Last week, if it was then, you were freezing him out.”
“What if it was the night of the party? What if he was grinding on that girl
and hooked up with her and then got rid of her before I got there to talk to him.”
“Busy guy, then,” Jess said, smiling faintly.
“This isn’t funny, Jess!” Jess’ smile fell and she nodded. “On top of all that he might be getting suspended from the football team, and I don’t know how to feel about that…” I threw myself down on the couch. “What do I do, Jess? This is just…I can’t even handle everything going on in my brain right now.”
“First, take a chill pill. If Zack gets suspended from the team then I sure as hell hope they have a backup plan because I can’t think of any way they’ll manage in the championship without him.” Jess paused a moment to think before continuing. “As for the rest of it, I mean, are you really not okay with him drinking and partying? You’re worried about the kind of girl that he wants you to be—but are you okay with the kind of guy he is?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “If he’s the kind of guy—still—who would let girls get all up on him and rub up against him even if he’s with someone…with me…then no. But I don’t know.”
“You need to figure out what kind of guy he is, and you need to figure out if you’re okay with the kind of guy he is. I mean it. I can see you’re serious about him, but if he isn’t serious about you, you’re never going to be okay with that.” I nodded. “So figure it out, Evie, and do what makes sense from there.” Jess stood up, stretching. “Try and get some breakfast in your system before class.”