Big Jock : Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Vanessa Kinney

  I don’t know why, but I actually missed David. That soft smirk of his. Those green eyes looking up and down my body. The way his hand touches mine when he wants to get my attention.

  There’s too much sexual tension between us. We won’t be able to get anything done until that’s resolved. I close my eyes and nod to myself.

  There’s only one thing to do.

  8

  David

  I rush up the library stairs two at a time. I’m not going to be late. Not now, not ever. I’m just happy that she’s giving me another chance.

  I guess the teddy bear got to her. If I’d known that’s all it would take for her to give me another chance, I would have sent her one every day until she took me back. I take a mental note of it just in case there are anymore hiccups along the way.

  I just have to remember to keep my hands off of her. I take a deep breath at the top of the stairs as her curvy body flashes before my eyes. Keeping my hands off of her is going to be harder than ever, especially after I got a touch of her. But there’s nothing that I can do. She made it clear that she’s off limits, at least for now.

  I speed past the rooms until I get to the back of the library. I get up to the door and look inside, cock throbbing the second that I see her.

  She’s got her hair in a bun. She’s flipping through a folder and there’s a pencil between her teeth that she’s gnawing on. She couldn’t have been hotter if she tried. It’s going to take all of my willpower not to picture my cock between her lips instead of that pencil.

  And there it is. That image is going to be burned into my mind for the rest of the day. I’ll have to take advantage of it later when I’m alone.

  I march into the room and Casey gets out of her chair, the pencil dropping from those sweet lips of hers. There’s a subtle look of embarrassment on her face, like I’d just caught her red handed.

  “David-” I hold out my hand and she stops.

  “Before we start, I want to apologize for my behavior.” I bring a hand behind my head and rub at my neck. Apologizing to someone is not my forte. I’ve never done it to anyone other than my mother and father. “I lost control that night, and for that, I’m sorry. And it won’t happen again.” I grab the chair and sit down. I look up at her, expecting her to be nodding to my words, but instead there’s a look of disappointment on her face. She’s staring at the door and biting on the side of her lip like she’s second guessing something.

  She catches me staring at her and clears her throat. “Thank you for that, David.” She sits back down and opens the folder that she was rifling through. And that’s it. There’s no big talk about that night on my couch. Nothing more than a just a simple thank you and moving on. Not exactly what I expected, but I would be lying if I didn’t prefer it this way. Moving on and putting things behind us is a better move. She waves a pink page in front of me to catch my attention. “I’ve gotten your progress reports. It looks like you’re still on track with all of your classes.” She pushes it across to me and I just nod. It doesn’t surprise me that I’ve been doing well in my classes.

  When Casey canceled her meetings, all of a sudden, I had a bunch of time on my hands. And it didn’t help that Coach Vaughn made sure that everyone on the team knew that if they invited me to any parties they would be off the starting line up. I was pretty much an outcast by the time Melisa called me to reschedule my tutoring. Out of boredom, I found myself reading and doing my homework. I had so much free time that I even found myself reading books for fun. I’ll never admit that to any of the guys on the football team.

  Thirty minutes later and we are in the full swing of things. Casey has moved around the table and is sitting next to me, her shoulder brushing against mine. I’m trying my hardest to concentrate on my pre-calculus homework, but it gets harder and harder the closer she gets. No matter how much I try, I can’t stop thinking of that night. How I wanted it to happen so badly. How my fingers were only inches away from that sweet pussy of hers.

  I tap the end of my pencil against the table and focus on the textbook. One question at a time. I just need to do something to show Casey that I’m understanding it.

  “Is something wrong?” Casey leans over and her palm rests on my thigh, pushing down on it as she tries to look at the textbook. “Which problem are you stuck on?” Her words are hot and heavy, which makes my cock get harder than ever. Her fingernails dig into my jeans and I bite the inside of my cheek.

  She has to know what she’s doing. Right? There’s no way that this isn’t intentional.

  I point with the end of my pencil to the top of the page, “That one right there.” Casey pushes herself off me and adjusts her knees on her chair. She leans over the table, the front of her blouse dipping low. Inadvertently, my eyes drift to her chest and I catch a glimpse of a blue bra. Two perfect, round mounds greet. There is a surge of heat to my face and I curse low under my breath. Time moves slowly as my cock presses against the inside of my thigh. It doesn’t help that the tip of her finger is only inches away from my tip.

  Casey runs her index finger along the problem, mumbling the question to herself. I try my hardest to look away, but I’m stuck in place. Every time she breathes her chest rises and falls, pulling me in more and more. Every breath she takes gives me a little more to see. A little more for me to remember for when I’m alone. It will go nicely with that mental image of my cock between her lips.

  She turns toward me and I finally find the willpower to look away. I look at the clock behind her, pretending that I haven’t just been staring at her tits like they’re a solar eclipse. And hoping that the red hue on my cheeks isn’t enough to give me away.

  Casey looks at me hard for a moment before she moves those sweet lips of hers. “This shouldn’t be too hard for you. I’ve seen you solve problems like this a dozen times before. Just talk it out.”

  “Ok,” I mumble. I look down at the problem and the numbers and words mix together. I blink in slow motion; all of my concentration is on Casey’s hand that’s moving up my leg. Mere inches away from my cock. I take a deep breath to relax myself but it does nothing. I can almost feel the blood rushing from my brain to my cock. I grip my pencil hard and tap it on the table over and over until the tip is dulled.

  “You know this, David,” she mutters into my ear, her fingers reaching the tip of my cock. She runs her hand around it and presses on my jeans. All of a sudden, I’m aware of my Adam’s apple as I gulp. She moves her hand down every inch of my length, stroking the heat inside of me.

  My vision is blurry and my mouth is dry. I’m fidgeting in my chair and tapping my foot on the floor, trying to figure out the problem while Casey’s giving me the worst blue balls of my life.

  “I think that I just have to move the 2 over there,” I say absentmindedly. I don’t know if that’s right or not.

  Casey palms my hard cock and presses down. “And then what?” She bites down on the side of her lip as I scribble into my workbook. I rewrite the equation over and over, not really getting anywhere with it. Casey’s lips touch the inside of my neck and she takes a bite of my earlobe. “What’s next, Big Jock?”

  The words leave her lips like syrup dripping down the side of a maple tree. Slow and sweet. I turn to her and see the biggest smile plastered on her face. I want to attack her right here and now. I want those pretty lips of hers wrapped around my cock, just like that pencil earlier.

  Before I can plead my case, Casey grabs me by the hand and we’re out of the room. We pass rows and rows of bookshelves. I’ve never been this far in the library before. Hell, before I got tutored by Casey, I didn’t even know where the library was on campus.

  I watch her ass jiggle from side to side as she’s pulling me along. I would give anything to grab those cheeks of hers. Feel the warmth of her body on me. My name leaving her lips as my cock pushes into the back of throat again and again.

  “Where are we going?” With each row that we pass, there are fewer and fewer students. The smell of old tex
tbooks and Casey’s perfume wafts into my nose.

  “Just a spot I like to come to.” She stops at the last row of books and pulls me around the corner. As soon as we get there, she’s on me. Her lips press against mine and she pushes me against the books. Her tongue moves into my mouth, searching every nook and cranny like I’m getting my routine dentist exam. Her hand moves down my ripple of abs and she pushes her hand down to the side of my cock.

  Her lips leave mine and her hands fumble with my jeans. She gets down to her knees, pulling my jeans along with her. My eyes look around for someone that might interrupt the moment.

  “Nobody comes back this far.” She looks at my white briefs, her eyes firmly on the package that is begging to be let out. Her fingers grab hold of the thin fabric at my tip, feeling the wetness. She rubs her fingers together, brings them to her mouth, and licks them. Her body shudders at the taste of my precum, but also lights something inside of her. When she looks up at me, she’s smiling and her body is shaking. “You have no idea how much I want this.”

  “But what about that night on the couch?” The second the words leave my mouth, I already hate myself. Leave it to me to completely kill the mood. Her fingers leave the elastic of my briefs and I know it’s over. I’m going to be beating myself all up and down campus for even opening my mouth after this.

  “I was scared.” She bites down on the bottom of her lip and lifts my shirt a little to take a peek. “I’m not anymore.” She holds the shirt up and licks down the middle of my abs, making my cock shudder with excitement. A finger of hers clings onto my briefs and slowly peels them off. She kisses each inch of exposed skin, trying her best to avoid my shaft, that’s yearning for her taste.

  Casey pulls down my shorts and my cock springs in front of her, a bead of precum on my tip. “So the rumors were true.” She grips the end of the shaft and holds me still. Her mouth opens and that soft tongue of hers comes out, swiping at the drop of precum. She shudders at the taste and a devilish smirk pries her lips apart. “And you taste better than I could have daydreamed.”

  “So you’ve been daydreaming about me?” I say through gritted teeth. It’s all I can do to not force that pretty little mouth of hers onto my cock. I need to be patient with her. I can’t make a move. Last time I did that, it didn’t end well for me and I almost lost her. There’s no way I’ll be making that mistake twice. I might not be the smartest person but I do learn from my mistakes.

  Casey blushes and looks away. Embarrassed by the fact that I caught her, despite her hand stroking me softly. Each stroke drives me crazy and she knows it. She watches me from afar at first, running her other hand up and down my stomach. Enjoying the fact that she’s the one that’s making me go this crazy.

  Fuck this! I can’t take it anymore. I reach out and run my hands through her hair, clasping the back of her head. She doesn’t fight me. Instead she opens wide as I pull her head toward me. My cock slides right into that perfect mouth of hers. Warmth surrounds half of my cock as I hit the back of her throat. Her reflexes kick in and she tries to pull away, but I hold her in place. I let both of us get familiar with each other, that is, until I feel her tongue swiping underneath my length.

  She wants more. I lock eyes with her. I want to stare at her as my cock slides down her throat, choking her.

  I pull her toward me and her hands press down on my thighs. Each second that passes, another bit of my cock disappears down her throat. My body starts to shake as she takes me whole, and a couple books fall off the shelf. Casey reaches around and grabs hold of my cheeks, taking the rest of me by herself. She holds me there for what seems like an eternity, her tongue moving under my shaft. Even when there are tears in her eyes, she holds there.

  “Casey, I can’t…” I stutter. My body tightens and flexes, my vision getting fuzzier with each passing second. I expect her to let go but she doesn’t. She holds me there in her tight little grip as my balls start to ache and I can feel the sweet release on my tip. My cock starts to burn with fire and that’s when I let go. My fingers tighten around her head and I stroke into her mouth. Her mouth drains every little bit of me and she swallows me whole, bouncing up to her feet and wiping her mouth when I’m done.

  I grab hold of the bookshelf behind me and stop my knees from clacking together. This is a first. I open my mouth, but I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know what to say to her.

  “I bet you weren’t expecting that.” She laughs and gives me a kiss on the side of the cheek. She turns on the tip of her heel, takes another look at my cock, smiles to herself, and walks away.

  I pull up my jeans and rush after her, slapping her ass as I run past her. She giggles and grabs my arm, holding tight as we run back to our room. And just like that, the tension between us is broken.

  Her eyes are freely moving up and down my body, no longer scared of me catching her. I throw my hand around her shoulder and bring her in for a tight little hug. Her loud giggling turns a couple studying heads and several curious eyebrows. Inside our room, we gather our things and try our best to hide our smiles.

  “So same time tomorrow?” Casey says. She holds a textbook close to her chest and swings side to side. Her hair sways gently.

  “That depends. Are we meeting here or at the back of the library?”

  Her cheeks instantly redden and she bites the side of her lip. “That depends on how our study session goes.” I hold the door open for her like a proper gentleman, but I just want to watch her walk away from me.

  “Finally. I’ve been trying to reach you for ages.” And just like that, the moment is ruined. Hannah pokes her head into the little room before Casey gets out. She throws a smile in her direction before she locks onto Casey. Her eyes scan over Casey and her lips pucker up before she decides that its not worth her time. “Where have you been?” Hannah sticks her hip out to the side as she stares me down.

  I ignore her. I’ve gotten good at doing that over the year. Instead, I turn all of my attention to Casey, whose head is swiveling between Hannah and me. Casey hugs her textbook tight, puts her head down to the ground, and walks around Hannah.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow, David.” Her words are quick and full of confusion. I want to reach out to stop her. To explain myself, but Hannah blocks my way and gives me the dirtiest look that she can muster.

  “And where do you think you’re going, David?” Hannah eyes me.

  I watch Casey rush down the stairs, hoping that she looks my way before she goes down them. I hold my breath while Hannah bombards me with a bunch of questions. They all go in one ear and out the other. None of her words matter to me.

  The only person that matters to me is rushing out of the library.

  9

  Casey

  I pull the door to the library and make my way to the back to our usual study room. I tug on the backpack straps, trying my best to contain my excitement. Its been a couple weeks since I started tutoring David again. I get to our study room and turn my head to the left, looking down the row of bookshelves. My cheeks turn rosy red as I remember how I took David to the back of the library, to the spot where we wouldn’t be bothered.

  I turn the handle and rush inside before anyone sees my burning red face. I drop my backpack on the ground and rest my head on my forearms. It will be a couple minutes before David gets here. Enough time for me to cast away every dirty thought.

  I encircle my head and let the darkness overtake me, closing my eyes. David’s cock pops into my head and I’m instantly wet. I’ve replayed that afternoon in my head dozens and dozens of times. Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m adding details to it or if my mind just remembers new ones.

  The way David’s green eyes look at me as he holds me against his length. The shake of his cock as his body shivers and he unleashes his cum into the back of my throat. The feel of his abs as I run my hands up and down his chest.

  I rub my legs together. I’m completely soaked through my panties. I clear my throat and bring my head up only to see David at
the door. He gives me a smile as he looks at my flushed face.

  The door swings open and he comes strutting in. “I didn’t want to disturb you. You looked like you needed some time alone.” I try my hardest not to stare at him. He’s wearing a tight workout shirt that molds to his chest and arms. A pair of gray joggers hug his body, giving me a subtle glimpse of his dick. He’s got his backpack hung over his shoulder, his fingers digging into the strap. Just like how they were holding onto me that afternoon. Holding me in place and pulling me to take him whole. A shiver runs through me and I hope he doesn’t notice.

  Neither of us have talked about that day. After it happened and we made our way back to the study room, there was a giddiness in the air. No sexual tension like before. It was all gone. At least until we were about to leave.

  The moment that I saw her. How she had her hands on him. Pulling on him for her attention. Throwing daggers my way. I’ve come to learn that Hannah was his on and off girlfriend. Head of the cheerleading squad. Daughter of a rich donor to the school. Blonde hair, big breasts, and spunky personality. The kind of girl that a star quarterback like David would go for.

  It made it painfully obvious to me that I couldn’t compete with her. That what David and I had at the back of the library was a one off thing. A way for me to have a little fun before I concentrate on my studies.

  I wish that it weren’t that way but it’s not up to me.

  “Are you ok?” David waves a hand in front of my face and come out of my small trance.

  “I’m fine,” I reply and unzip my backpack. I pull out his folder and the sheet at the top. “You have exams coming up in all your classes.” I point at each date on the piece of paper, but David doesn’t look at it. Instead, his eyes are on me, and I try my best to ignore him. “You shouldn’t have a problem passing all of them. You’ve been doing great in all our study sessions.” I push the sheet of paper across the table and he moves it to the side, not even looking at it. His hand shoots out and grabs mine before I get it back to the side of my table.