by Aubrey Irons
“Eye-fucking it.”
“Oh my God, you’re delusional.”
He chuckles, “Oh just admit it, you’re under its spell.”
I roll my eyes, and I want to say something back - to toss back another quip or a line, except I don’t.
Because he’s totally right.
I am under some sort of spell with his cock right there in front of me like that, as ridiculous as it sounds. It’s like just looking at it has my body reacting, my nipples hardening and my clit aching to be touched.
Stupid, magical cock.
I lean forward, my fingertips running up his thighs as I slowly wrap my lips around him and suck him into my mouth.
Dalton throws his head back and groans. “Holy fuck,” he hisses out, his reaction only spurring me on as I start to roll my tongue across his head and suck on him harder. His hand slides down into my hair - something I think I would normally hate, except in that moment it has me practically moaning around his cock. He’s not holding or pulling me or anything, but I love the feel of his hands there, guiding me as I form a tight seal around his shaft and start to bob my head.
“Fucking hell, Hailey…” He groans, his hand sliding down to run across my jaw. I bring a hand up to his balls, running my fingertips over them and feeling his sharp intake of breath as I suck him in as deep as I can.
He pulls me gently off of him, and he tilts my face up with his hands as he leans down to kiss me fiercely.
He spins me around and moves behind me, and his hands slide over my ass and my back as he bends me over the edge of the tub. I moan as I feel his tongue on me again, dragging wetly through my folds as his thumb rubs slow circles around my clit. His tongue drags higher, and I gasp as I feel him swirl it across my asshole, making me squeal.
God, he’s so dirty, and I fucking love it.
His wicked tongue moves back to my pussy again, and he’s got me whimpering before he moves to kneel behind me. I can feel his cock, sliding across and teasing at my entrance as he reaches out for the vanity drawers next to the tub. There’s the tear of foil and then his hands sliding across my ass.
I groan as I feel his thick head slide between my lips, seeking my entrance. When he drives in deep, my breath shudders. He stretches me completely, and when his hips come to rest against my ass and he’s buried to the hilt inside me, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
He starts to pull out before driving back in deeply, and then I’m moaning as I grip the edge of the tub and rock back to meet him. With every thrust, every grip of his fingers on my body, and every hot brush of his mouth across my skin, he’s consuming me until I can’t think thoughts anymore.
I’m not thinking about the details anymore, or what this means, or what comes after.
I’m only thinking of us, here and now in this moment.
All I can focus on is the deep, even strokes of his cock making my body shudder and cry out for him like I’ve never felt before. All I can latch onto is the sound of his breath in my ear, his lips and his teeth across my neck, and his fingers rubbing across my clit.
And when I come, it’s like letting everything else in the world shatter away. I arch my back and scream a silent release as I go crashing over the edge. Dalton fucks me right through my orgasm, his thrusting sending me spiraling right into another climax before he roars out his release. He buries himself to the hilt as he comes, throbbing deep inside of me.
We’re panting as we sink back into the tub, his muscled arms sliding around to pull me back tight against him. He reaches over and turns the hot water on again, letting the steaming water pour over our toes.
“Well, it’s a good thing we got all that out of the way, now isn’t it?”
I roll my eyes as I turn my head to look at him, seeing that smirk on his face before he leans in and kisses me.
Don’t think about what comes next, just be here now.
Except, as life will tell you, “what comes next” has a way of turning into “what happened” before you even have a chance to notice.
37
Dalton
God this is bullshit.
The campus is in the middle of “Spirit Week”, which is really just another way of saying “the football team hypes everyone up into a frenzy.” Another way might be “the entire school is given free ride to go nuts as long as they’re going nuts about school pride and football.”
Hey, I didn’t write the rules.
And normally, I’d be in my damn element here. Flashy parades? Beer? Girls posing for pictures on my lap with their tits out? Yeah, normally that’s just me in a nutshell.
Except I’m very much not “normal” me anymore.
She’s changing that.
And it’s nothing she’s doing, or pushing me into, it’s just the proximity to her that makes me good, somehow.
Being around her makes me want to be a better version of myself, and I’m pretty damn okay with that.
The crowd filling the basketball arena goes wild as the whole team comes running out onto the court. A student rock band on the far side of the courts launches into some aggressively loud number as the singer screams “go Hawks,” and the entire place goes nuts. The whole court is jammed with players, and students, and staff, and alumni, and even the media, all swirling through each other across the court, posing for pictures with players, shaking hands, and generally going crazy as the whole rally kicks off with a bang.
And again, this should be my damn natural habitat. People lining up to shake my hand or high-five me, girls eyeing me hungrily, and reporters with microphones just salivating to get a single soundbite from me.
The whole thing bores me. Moreover, it annoys me, because the only thought going through my head during the whole thing is that I’d rather be somewhere else.
I’d rather be with someone else, actually.
I don’t want to talk to reporters, or grin for stupid fucking selfies with vapid, obnoxious girls.
I want to be alone with Hailey, tearing her damn clothes off and burying myself to the hilt inside of her.
I want to bend her over and lick her pussy for the next, oh, four hours or so. I want to escape, away from this show with her and her alone, and let our fingers and our tongues and our bodies do the talking.
I’m frowning into the faceless crowds, feeling my patience wane more and more, when there’s a small tap on my shoulder.
“Okay, no more damn self-”
I freeze as my eyes go wide and my jaw just hangs.
Holy shit.
Hailey’s standing before me, wearing a grin, an adorable blush, and a cheerleader outfit.
An honest-to-God, real Hawks cheer outfit.
And she looks fucking amazing.
Her hair is up in this high ponytail that’s just begging to be tugged on as I take her from behind. The top of her blue and white uniform hugs her tits perfectly, and when my eyes drop to that skirt and those legs, my cock goes diamond-hard in my pants. It’s high, it’s short, it’s pleated, and it makes her legs look fucking incredible. Add in a pair of knee-high white socks with a Hawk’s-blue stripe around the top, and she looks like original sin standing right in front of me.
The whole thing tugs something primal inside of me, and it’s taking everything I have not to throw her over my shoulder, head to the nearest office or closet, and bury every single inch of my cock inside of her.
See, and here’s part of it.
Since getting to school, even being the King that I am and with the reputation I’ve got, I haven’t actually fucked anyone.
Anyone but Hailey, that is.
Because I was done the second I saw her that first day in the backyard. Even if it took me longer than it should have to figure that out, and even if she wouldn’t even give me the time of day, or buy into my antics or bullshit, I was done on day one. After that, there wasn’t any other girl in the damn world for me. Hell, after that and even before I admitted it to myself, I was going out of my damn way to sabotage myself when
it came to other women.
Because there’s one untouchable, unattainable, and unflappable girl who’s managed to get inside my head and inside my heart.
There just isn’t room for anyone else after her, and I am very okay with that.
But of course, that means rising football star Dalton “Ten” Cole hasn’t fucked a single damn cheerleader since he got to college.
Something tells me that’s about to change.
I want to grab her up into my arms, or fucking kiss her right there hard enough to leave a mark.
But we can’t do that. Not here, because - well, because we can’t.
“You look good enough to eat,” I growl into her ear as I step close to her.
Hailey’s face goes red as she bites her lip, her eyes darting across mine.
“I fucking love making your cheeks go red like that, you know.”
“Yeah, I think I picked up on that,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“So you on the squad now? Going to be doing any routines? Some high kicks?”
Hailey arches a mischievous brow at me. “I’m not sure that would go over very well,” she says with a little grin on her face.
“I have to disagree.”
“I-” She shuts her mouth as people start to swarm around us, forcing us to step apart.
“What?” I mouth over two frat guys who’re trying to hug me.
Hailey just shakes her head and starts to move away.
“Hey, hang on,” I growl, shoving them aside and catching up to her. The crowd surges around us, people pushing phones and pens in my face, but I manage to grab her arm and pull her around. “Hang on, what-”
Someone shoves her from behind, and she suddenly falls into me as the crowd surges around us with the blaring of the rock band across the court. I make a move to help her up, but then her lips are right in my ear.
“I don’t think the high kicks would go over very well,” she husks, her lips just brushing my ear.
“Because I’m not wearing any panties.”
Hands are grabbing me, pulling me away to pose for pictures as Hailey steps away. And there are suddenly thirty people between us, thirty microphones and cameras, and thirty roaring, demanding voices.
But I don’t see a single one of them.
Because my eyes are locked on Hailey as she grins once more, turns, and saunters away. My eyes are locked on that little skirt and the groan catches in my throat at the thought of perfect, innocent, good-girl Hailey waltzing across the gym in a miniskirt…
…And not a single stitch of fabric covering her bare pussy.
“Well hey there Ten.”
I groan at the sound of Meredith’s voice before I turn and smile thinly at her. “Hi.”
She’s wearing that same black trench coat and black heels combo that she was wearing when she came to my room that night. But something tells me the outfit is slightly more expanded here at the rally than it was before.
She’s grinning this smoldering little smile at me, and I eye her suspiciously. “What can I do for you, Meredith?”
“You can finish what you started.”
Aww, shit.
I start to shake my head when she laughs, her hand reaching out to rest on my arm. “The interview,” she says with a dramatic sigh and roll of her eyes, as if I’m crazy for thinking she might mean anything else.
“Dirty boy,” she adds with a wink that makes me frown. “I really do need to finish our list of questions though, if I could borrow you for a second.”
I sigh as I look up and scan the basketball court. We’re into the mingling phase, where the players are all just walking around saying hi to people and shaking hands with wealthy alumni - I’m pretty sure they can do that without me. Off across the room, I see Hailey, looking fucking incredible in that little outfit as she stands smiling next to her dad and talking with some official looking types in suits.
“It’ll just be a few quick minutes, I promise,” Meredith says, jerking my attention away from Hailey and back to her.
“Okay, yeah that’s fine,” I finally say. “Fire away.”
She laughs. “Not here, silly, the background noise is going to kill my recorder. She nods towards the doors that lead down the hall to the athletic department offices. “Can we find a quiet space?”
“Meredith-”
“Oh my God, Dalton!” She giggles, twirling her hair around a nail. “I’m a professional, and I can keep my hands to myself.” She winks, “If you insist.”
“I do.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, let’s go do this and then you can get back to your little party, okay?”
I shoot one last look over the crowd towards Hailey, before I frown and turn back. “Alright, let’s make it quick.”
“So, first question.” Meredith is leaning against the desk in the volleyball coach’s office, with me slumped on the couch against the wall. “Do you have a personal dream NFL team you’d like to play for someday?”
I almost grin at how professional Meredith turns once we’re alone in the back office. “I…I don’t know, actually.” I shrug. “I guess playing for-”
“Boorrring,” she says, rolling her eyes as I frown.
Um, okay?
“Next question. Who got you into football to start with?”
I nod, this one’s easy. “My dad got me a ball for my seventh birthday, and after that-”
“Okay, these questions are seriously boring me, how about you?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “They’re your questions, Meredith.”
“Yeah but they’re so boring.” She stands up from leaning against the desk. “Don’t you think?”
I shrug. “I dunno, yeah, sure. They’re a little stock.”
She takes a step towards me and grins. “Well what if I ask some better ones?”
There’s a quiet little warning bell in my head, but I ignore it. “Yeah, sure, let’s just get-”
She suddenly undoes the tie of her coat and shrugs it off.
I was very wrong about her having added anything to the outfit since last time.
“Through this,” I finish, trailing off as I raise a brow at the totally nude reporter standing three feet from me.
“Here’s a better question,” she husks out as she steps forward until she’s right in front of where I’m sitting. Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at me. “How many times do you think you can make me come with that big cock of yours before we have to get back out there?”
Fuck.
“Meredith-”
“Dalton, my dad is looking for-”
Hailey stops dead in her tracks, one hand on the doorknob, one foot inside the door, and both eyes wide and locked on the scene in front of her.
“Oh.”
It’s a single word, but it says everything. It’s this sound like something breaking through the ice of a frozen lake, the sound of loss, and betrayal.
And it fucking shatters me.
“Hailey-”
“I- I need to go.” And then she’s turning and running back down the hallway.
Meredith is giggling, but I quickly shove her away as I stand.
“Oh, what, she’ll be fine!” She says, trying to snake her hand up my arm.
I shake her off and whirl on her. “Goddamnit, I said stop.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh my God, what’s the big deal? She’s just your stepsister, she’ll be-”
Meredith’s red lips suddenly clamp shut as her eyes go wide. “Oh…my.”
Oh, shit.
Her face lights up as her mouth opens again. “Oh, oh, oh! You are a naughty boy, sugar, aren’t you?”
“It’s not what you think,” I say icily, narrowing my eyes at her. “She’s just going through some stuff.”
“Oh I bet she is.”
“Meredith,” I say, my voice dark and my jaw tight. “What you’re thinking isn’t real.”
She’s reaching for her coat and pulling it back on, tying the front as she colle
cts her purse and her recorder. “Well, that’s your word versus mine, Dalton, and one of us is an investigative reporter.”
“Leave it,” I growl as she steps to the open doorway.
She turns and smiles this big fake smile my way. “Maybe if you would’ve just shut up and fucked me, Dalton. But now?” She tsks and shakes her head. “This is way too juicy now.”
Fuck.
38
Dalton
Goddamnit.
I’m running out of the office the second after Meredith leaves. One way down the hallway leads to back to the fucking spirit rally, but if I know Hailey, that’s the last damn place she’d go right now.
I head the other way, running down the back hallways of the athletics department until I spot her heading down a side-hall towards the parking lot exit.
“Hailey!”
She turns at the sound of her name, but she scowls and whirls away when she realizes it’s me.
I run after her.
“Goddamnit, stop a second.” I grab her arm, pulling her around towards me, but she shoves me back, shaking herself free.
“Keep your hands off of me!”
“That is not what you think it was,” I growl, taking another step towards her as she glares at me. “That was the furthest fucking thing from what you think it was.”
Hailey rolls her furious eyes, a look of disgust crossing her face like a shadow. A look that hits me like a knife to the gut.
“Oh and what could I possibly think it was, hmm? And how could I possibly think that about you, Dalton?” She spits the last part at my face, her lips going tight and her eyes blazing.
“The hell is that supposed to mean?” I can feel the scowl form on my face, even as her words twist that knife in my side a little deeper.
“Oh, you know what I mean, big Ten,” she says, her words dripping in sarcasm.
I stare at her. “Jesus, do you actually think anything was going to happen back there?”
“I know you, Dalt-”
“Yeah,” I grab her and yank her close cutting her off as her breath catches. “Yeah, you do know me.” My voice is stronger, more edged than I want it to be, and her eyes go wide for a second.