Big Jock : Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Vanessa Kinney

  16

  David

  I open the door to my apartment and Casper is the first though it. He runs to the kitchen and directly to his bowl of food. Casey leans against the counter and watches him eat, stroking his fur.

  She looks up at me, her eyes full of happiness. That’s the way I always want to see her. I want her to be happy with me. I don’t ever want to make her cry. I’ve made her do that enough already.

  “I still can’t believe that you got Casper for me.” Casper walks away and falls down at the side of the couch, closing his eyes. We took him on such a long walk he must be tuckered out. Coach Vaughn would be proud if he knew how long Casey and I walked around campus. And I loved every minute of it. The smile on her face and her fingers between mine. Just how I always want it to be.

  “I had to show you how much you mean to me.” I walk across the living room and sit down on the couch, scratching Casper’s ear. He looks up at me, lets out a big yawn, and goes back to sleep. Meanwhile, Casey stares at me from the kitchen. Those blue eyes of hers take me in as she bites down on her bottom lip. When she makes her way toward me, her hips sway a little more and there’s almost a dance in her step. She walks up to me and takes my hand, pulling me away from the couch.

  “Where we going?”

  At first, I don’t understand what’s going on. I was having a good time just scratching Casper’s ear when Casey starts to pull me toward the bedroom. A smile takes over my face and I try my hardest to hide it.

  “It’s time to show you how much you mean to me,” Casey whispers as she opens the door to my bedroom. The second I enter, she turns on her heel and jumps onto me. Her hands lock around my neck and she pulls herself in for a kiss. My hands grab her ass and hold her against me, letting me feel her warmth. Our lips lock and my cock twinges to life between her legs. She pulls away and stares at me, running a hand through my hair and biting down on her lip. “Do you think this will be enough?” She jumps out of my arms, gets behind me, and shoves me toward the bed.

  I don’t fight her. Only a moron would do that. And I ain’t no moron.

  I want this. I want her.

  I’ve always wanted her.

  I fall down on the bed and Casey grabs the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. I hold my breath and watch her tits jump out, held firmly against her chest by her bra. I follow suit and take off my shirt. She walks up to the edge of the bed, and I get up, placing my hands on her back and pulling her into me.

  I kiss the middle of her stomach and she presses her body against me. Casey runs her hands through my hair and down my back, feeling at the muscles. I move down her stomach until I get to the middle of her jeans and pull at the flap with my teeth. It takes a little work but I get it undone and pull down her jeans.

  There only two sounds that fill the room. The zipper on her jeans coming undone and a loud, audible gasp from Casey. She kicks the jeans across the room and I dig my greedy fingers at her cheeks. My cock presses against the inside of my jeans, begging me to let it out.

  With pain in my heart, I let go of her body and rush my fingers at my sweats. The yearning desire to pull them off and show my cock to her. To have that sweet, little mouth of hers on me once more. The thought of it almost makes me finish.

  Almost.

  But I hold myself together until Casey gets down to her knees and slaps my hands away.

  “No. I want to do it.” Her small hand pushes down on my hard chest and I give in. I fall back on the bed and feel her fingers move down my chest, touching each ab and hooking onto my sweats. I hold my breath. I lean forward and watch her smile at me as she slowly starts to peel away my clothing.

  She lowers herself down and kisses each inch of exposed skin, her tongue flicking around my skin.

  “Can’t you go any faster?” I growl, digging my head back into the mattress and grabbing hold of my sheets. It’s taking all of my willpower not to pull off my sweats and force my cock down her throat. I clench my teeth together and fight the urges inside.

  “But that won’t be any fun.” She pulls a little more on my sweats, exposing a little of my cock. She kisses at the stem and runs her tongue along it, making my whole body shudder. I can feel the precum spilling out of my tip. “I want you to beg for it.” She breaks into a smile before she kisses the start of my length. “Think of it as punishment for you.” She laughs at her own wit and I can only roll my eyes.

  I dig my fingers into the mattress. I grip the foam harder than I hold a football during an important match. I need to not lose control.

  I need to take my punishment. I deserve this. A smile picks up at my lips.

  I’ll get what I want in the end. I’m just not used to waiting for it.

  That’s what I love about Casey. She really makes me work for it like no one ever did.

  Casey pulls down on my joggers until they pool at my ankles. My cock bounces into the air and stands at attention straighter than a flagpole. Her eyes light up and she reaches for it. She starts from the tip and pulls down, stroking me excruciatingly slowly. I curse under my breath as she spreads the precum up and down my shaft.

  “Hurry,” I beg. “Please.” And that’s a first. I’ve never begged for sex before. Never had to wait this long to get what I wanted. Casey is slowly breaking me down and I can’t take it anymore.

  I thrust my hips into the air to try to entice her. Casey smiles and moves her head forward, her tongue sticking out. My body is practically shaking as her lips descend on my tip and I hold my breath. And just when she’s about to take me whole, she flicks at my tip and pulls away, a smirk on her face.

  FUCK!

  I want to scream and curse the whole world, but I don’t. I hold it together and bring my body down, giving my abs the rest that they need.

  “You didn’t think I would give in that easily,” Casey says, practically on the verge of breaking down laughter. She reaches out and takes my cock into her hand, stroking at it. “You need to be patient.” She kisses the inside of my thighs and works up to my balls, flicking at them with her tongue.

  I bounce up and move my hands through her brown hair. Her tongue circles around my sac and moves up the middle of my shaft, licking up every bit of precum along the way. She opens wide to take my tip into her mouth, but pulls away at the last second.

  “You’re too easy, David Cooper.” She strokes me and bites down on the bottom of her lip. “You would think that you would learn by now.”

  And that’s when I’ve had enough. I reach out and grab hold of the back of her head. There’s only so much teasing that a man can take before he explodes. Before he needs it.

  I pull her head toward my crotch and Casey doesn’t fight me. She opens her mouth wide, a moan escaping at the last second, before my cock plugs up her hole. I stroke deep into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat.

  Casey digs her nails into my thighs; there’s a slight pain but I don’t care anymore. I pull her away from me and give her a taste of fresh air just before sending her down again. I hold her head in place, letting my cock slip down her throat. She fights and gags on my cock but she doesn’t pull away. Not really.

  She’s enjoying this as much as I am. That much is evident when I pull her away and she smiles at me.

  “How do you like my cock?”

  Casey runs her tongue along her lips, picking up the drops of saliva and precum along her mouth. “I love it, Big Jock.” She grins before she voluntarily falls and takes me into her mouth. I let her work me for a bit as I fall back on the bed. I close my eyes as she strokes me and sucks at my tip. “I love your big, fat cock.” She moans and takes me over and over, forcing herself until her lips are at my stem.

  I run the tip of my tongue along the outside of my tongue. There’s something missing from all this. I’ve gotten all that I want.

  Well, almost all that I want. There’s only one thing missing. One thing that will quench my hunger.

  I lean over and grab her by her hair, pulling her off
my cock. She looks at me, confused, before I jump off the bed, pick her up, and throw her down. Her small body bounces off the mattress as I get down to my knees. I pull her to the edge of the bed and rip the thin fabric from her pussy. I dive forward and take her sweet pussy into her mouth.

  And there it is. The sweet nectar that I’ve been missing. I’ll never, ever get tired of this. She tastes better than anything I’ve ever eaten in my life. Casey Boone is a fine delicacy. Something that would be served at the finest restaurants, except that she’s all mine.

  I take her clit into my mouth and suck at it. Casey explodes and drives her hips along my face, reaching out and running her hands through my hair. She tugs at me, fighting with herself as she crashes over and over.

  I spread her legs open and pull away from that sweet pussy of hers. She looks up at me with hunger and disappointment in her eyes. She doesn’t want me to stop, that much I know.

  “Where are you going?” she breathes out. I reach over my bed and grab a condom from the bedside stand. I roll it down my length and her eyes light up, her fingers keeping her pussy warm for me.

  I wasn’t going anywhere. I just want to indulge in the rest of her body. By the end of tonight, I want to know every freckle, blemish, scar, and inch of Casey Boone’s body. I’m not going to stop until I see it all. Tonight Casey Boone is the eighth greatest wonder of the world.

  I kiss up the middle of her stomach and take her in. I kiss the small mole at her left hip bone. I take in the scar on her right arm, reminding myself to ask her about it later. My fingers pull at her bra straps, letting those perfect breasts out.

  I jump the gun and take one into my mouth, running my tongue along her nub while I knead the other. I look up at her and I can’t stop myself from smiling. Her eyelids flicker, trying to keep her attention on me, but she’s failing. Horribly failing.

  I place my body down between her legs, pushing my cock at her entrance. Her eyes open wide and there’s an audible whimper that leaves her lips. I move my tip between her folds, letting her grow familiar with me just like I was with her. And then I do something that I’ve wanted ever since she pulled down my sweats.

  I tease her.

  I push my tip inside of her and she lets out a moan. A moan that stops halfway when I pull back out. There’s a look of confusion on her face and she opens her mouth, but I push back in, breaking her concentration. And then I pull back out and kiss the inside of her neck.

  “What are you doing to me, David Cooper?” She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls at me. Trying to force me deep inside of her. And for a moment, I let her indulge in the idea. Let her think that she has me. I push a little further inside and there’s a smile on her face. Except when I’m halfway inside of her, I stop myself. Her heels dig into my back hard but don’t move me an inch. “Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this,” she cries and presses on my ass with her feet.

  And that’s the moment that I’ve been waiting for. And I’ve got the perfect answer for her.

  I try to hold back my shit eating grin but I fail the moment the words leave my lips.

  “You’re too easy, Casey Boone. You would think that you would learn by now.” I exaggerate the fluttering of my eyelashes and throw my head to the side.

  “Oh no, you didn’t,” Casey screams and throws her hands around my neck. She throws her small body down into the mattress, pulling me with all the strength that she can muster.

  And that’s when I give in. I can’t keep teasing myself.

  I thrust into her just as our lips meet. She sends her tongue into my mouth and I slam into her. I let her get familiar with my length before I pull back out and give her another pounding. Her lips peel away from mine and she moans, my name falling from her lips.

  I pull away from her and push down on the inside of her thighs, opening her legs. I want to see that pretty pussy of hers. I want to take her all in. Every quiver and tremble of her body.

  I reach out with my thumb and rest it at her clit, never stopping my thrusting. This gets her attention. I feel like I have my finger on the nuclear launch button.

  “Don’t,” she breathes in, “you…dare.”

  I pretend that I don’t hear her hollow threat and rub at her clit. Casey throws her head back and starts to writhe, her body shaking harder than a nine on the Richter scale. And I don’t stop. I’m almost at my end.

  I flick her clit a couple more times before my balls start to tighten. I drop down on top of her and force her lips against mine. My thrusts slow down and I let go. I unleash inside of her and both of our bodies start to shake.

  I’m the first to finish. I pull out of her sweet tightness and lay by her side, running my hand up the middle of her petite body. It takes nearly thirty-seconds before her body stops shaking. I lean over and kiss the side of her cheek as her eyes open.

  “Fuck, David. That was amazing.” She wipes away the sweat at her brow and looks at me. “Not the best I ever had, but pretty good.” She playfully slaps the side of my cheek.

  “I’m going to make you regret those words, Casey Boone,” I howl before she squeals and tries to get away from my hands. She almost bounces off the bed before I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in. She flails her arms about, but I don’t let go. “Nowhere to run now.” I kiss the inside of her neck and we both break into a howl.

  And then it all gets quiet. Casey pushes her body against mine, her firm ass against my crotch. I push my head into her hair and take her in, listening to the slowing beat of her heart.

  And that’s how we fall asleep. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  17

  Casey

  “So are you guys like, together?” Hannah looks across at the table at David and me. Her head swivels left and right before she looks down at her phone and texts away. I’m sure she’s just waiting to spread the hottest gossip on campus. Or find out some way to break what David and I have.

  This might be the dumbest idea that I’ve ever had. Putting Hannah, David, and me in the same study session. It took less than ten minutes to see that it wasn’t going to work out. Originally, I was hoping that if Hannah saw how diligent and studious David had become that maybe some of it would rub off on her. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  Instead of motivating her, she’s been using the study session to play 21 questions with us. Asking really personal things about our relationship. Trying to get every minute detail about everything that we do. And most of the time, she doesn’t like the answers that we give her.

  “We are,” David answers, not even looking up from his study guide. He reaches under the table and squeezes my knee. I place my hand on top of his and rub his knuckles. David is better at dealing with her than I am. He only gives her short and to the point answers and nothing more. He knows how to get under her skin really well. Watching him tell her off is a little guilty pleasure of mine.

  I, on the other hand, stutter my way through the answer, trying not to give too much information out. I don’t want this to come back to bite me in the butt. We haven’t told many people that we are officially together yet. And we certainly haven’t told Coach Vaughn or Mrs. Dunn. I’m not sure that it will go over well with them since I’m supposed to be David’s tutor only.

  Hannah pouts for a second before she puts an earbud into one ear, blasts music, and goes right back to texting. She has barely bothered to even open her textbook or start her study guide. She and David have the same exam tomorrow. It would be great if both of them did well since they’re my students, but I’m not holding my breath for Hannah.

  “Hannah, do you have any questions about your study guide? Do you need my help?” I reach out to grab her textbook and pull out the study guide between the pages, but she slaps my hand away, giving me a scowl. David gets up and there’s a fury in his eyes.

  “Don’t touch my stuff,” Hannah cries and pulls her textbook close to her chest. “And back off, David.” She moves to the end of the table, keeps her textbook against her c
hest, and continues texting.

  I reach up for David and pull him into his seat. I rub at his shoulders until I feel the tightness leave them, and he readjusts into his seat. “Don’t mind her. Just keep doing your thing,” I mutter.

  He’s carrying a lot on his shoulders. Tomorrow’s exam is notorious on campus for being one of the hardest ones. It’s a general math class that everyone eventually has to take for their major. I took it when I first started and it was the first A- that I got.

  David picks up the textbook and turns it upside down. “I might as well study like this, ‘cause either way, it’s all gibberish to me.” He skims the page, nods to himself, and laughs.

  I grab the textbook and flip it the right side up. “You need to take this seriously. If you want any chance of getting back on the field, you’ll need to pass this exam, even if it means barely passing it.” I look at his study guide and point at the problem in the book. “Let’s do this one again. Talk out the steps if it will help you.”

  David rubs his fingers at the corners of his eyes and sighs. We’ve been at this for the last couple hours. The progress is slow and hard, but he’s taking steps in the right direction.

  I look up at the clock and hold my breath. This is going to be a long night.

  I lean against the wall outside of David’s classroom. Students have been shuffling out with looks of despair on their faces. Everyone gets to find out their grades before they leave. I just hope that our late night study session is enough for David to pass.

  Hannah is the first to come out and she’s practically beaming.

  “How did you do?” I ask, bringing the cup of coffee up to my lips and blowing.

  “I got a 95 on it,” she announces with a smile on her face.

  I nearly spit the coffee out of my mouth when she tells me. I wipe my mouth and smile in return. “That’s great, Hannah. I’m really happy for you.”

  A 95%? There’s no way in hell she got that. She didn’t open her textbook once during our study session.