Game Day Box Set: A College Football Romance

by Lily Cahill

  All of Megan’s nerves seem to have left her and poured into me. Carefully, I settle onto bed next to her, not sure where to touch her first. With a tentative hand, I reach out and cup her breast. The way her breath catches encourages me, and I rub her pebbled nipple through the thin fabric. Impatient, she reaches behind her back and, with a quick twist of her hands, releases the bra to the ground.

  “Please touch me,” she whispers, and I can’t help but obey.

  I kiss her again, needing the contact as my hands explore her body. Learning what a woman likes is always an enjoyable process, but with Megan everything is heightened because I know she’s learning with me. She likes it when I rub her nipple between my thumb and forefinger; she likes it when it I nibble her collarbone. When I lightly scrape my teeth over her peaked nipples, she arches up with a needy cry. She’s flushed all over now, her freckles gleaming gold against her warm pink skin. When I can’t stand it any longer, I run my hand over her stomach to the button of her jeans.

  She tenses, and I look up at her, checking in to make sure this is still okay.

  “Yes,” she says, her eyes dark with lust. Her stomach is fluttering up and down with each breath, and I have to remind myself to breathe as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and tug them off.

  All she’s wearing now is pair of purple panties, already damp with lust. I love that she’s wet and ready for me, but I want her more than ready—I want her begging, desperate. I position myself on all fours over her and start again with her mouth, with her breasts, letting my hands wander everywhere but the place she wants them the most.

  Finally, she takes charge, grabbing my hand by the wrist and cupping my palm over her center. We both groan with pleasure. Her skin is burning hot under my palm, throbbing with need, and I give us both what we want by tugging her panties aside and slipping my finger into her.

  I lift up, wanting to watch her to make sure everything is okay. Then just to watch her, as she screws her eyes closed and lets out her breath in little pleading pants. She’s got a death grip on my wrist, as if I were going to pull away, but I have no intention of letting her go. When I find her clit with my thumb, her eyes fly open, her pouty mouth gone round with pleasure.

  I lower my mouth to her collarbone again, nibbling where I know she likes it, and continue to work her as she grasps madly at my arms and back. Her taut nipples rub against my chest as she squirms and writhes, and her hips are grinding against my hard cock every time she thrusts into my hand. I can feel her getting closer and closer, and I feel like I might come too, just knowing that I’m the first man to bring her this. I have to kiss her again, have to taste her desperation, so I take her mouth and take it deep, thrusting my tongue in the same rhythm as my thrusting finger. Then she arches, freezes, and cries out, and I feel like a god when her pussy pulses with orgasm.

  I’m not done, not anywhere near done, and I strip off her panties and toss them aside as I settle between her legs and replace my thumb with my tongue on her clit. Her body bows open as she cries out again.

  Every noise she makes is drawn out, humming from her lips. Her voice sounds drunk as she chants my name. It’s driving me crazy, like my own personal cheering section is urging me on, making me want to take her faster. I want to make her reach the ultimate climax. Her pleasure is so close to breaking, and I’m the one at the helm, I’m making her feel that way. Blood rushes down my body, leaving me feeling light headed. I can’t get enough of the way she tastes, the way she smells, the way she’s writhing beneath me. There’s no thinking now, just doing, just moving my tongue and my fingers faster, keeping pace with her breathing until she finally cries out, gripping my hair with her hands, and spasming against me.

  Her body tenses as she comes down from her orgasm, and I slow my movement, but don’t stop. My lips are still brushing against her pussy, kissing her clit, and slowly swirling my tongue around it.

  “Too much,” she says, breathlessly. I still, but don’t move away from her. Tentatively, I kiss her inner thigh. Her grip on my hair tightens. “Stop. I can’t take any more.” She’s trembling, that pretty flush over every inch of her skin. I lay next to her, keeping her warm by running my hands over her body until the quakes subside.

  Her eyelids slowly blink open. “Wow.”

  “Wow,” I say back.

  “It’s never … I mean, I’ve had an orgasm before, but I didn’t realize how much more intense it would be with another person.”

  My eyebrows raise at that statement, and I shift slightly to relieve my cock. The idea of Megan making herself come has made me harder than ever. “Did you like it?”

  A wide smile splits her face. “Did I like it? Like isn’t a strong enough word. That was incredible.”

  She stretches languorously, her eyes still sleepy with pleasure. Her hands come to my shoulders, then run down my body. She keeps her gaze locked on mine as she dips one hand beneath the waist of my sweats and wraps her hand around my cock. “And I think I’m ready for more.”

  My breath is sharp and short. “Are you sure? Be sure.”

  Her smile is sweet, yet so insanely wicked, it makes me feel like a god. “I’m sure. So sure.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Megan

  I MEAN IT—I AM sure, completely sure that I want this. But that doesn’t stop nerves from buzzing through my body. I’ve gotten myself off more times than I can count, and I have a toy collection that I enjoy a great deal, but still … it is different with another person. Giving control to another person is thrilling. And I’m about to give him even more.

  But it’s Reggie, and I know from the patience and concern in his eyes that I can trust him. Something twists tight inside me, and I want to burn this memory into my mind—how warm and safe and wonderful I feel. What we are about to do. He’s still hesitating, but I’ve been waiting long enough for this. I pull his mouth down to mine.

  I can taste myself on him, which sends a naughty shock down my spine. I haven’t been paying nearly enough attention to his body, and I remedy that by running my hands over his chiseled chest. I love the way my pale hands look against his toffee-colored skin; I love that I am finally touching everything I’ve been thinking about for weeks. His muscles are so hard, his skin so smooth. My curious hands grow bolder, slipping back under his sweats to cup his muscular ass.

  He presses his groin into me, his mouth suddenly harder and fiercer. It sends a shockwave of excitement over my body, but he instantly gentles the kiss. I want to explore his sudden surge of lust, but it’s hard to concentrate when his hands are trailing heat all over my body. I push his pants the rest of the way off, wanting him to be as naked as I am.

  He kicks himself free of his pants, then settles his body on top of mine. His dreadlocks are falling around my face, making a curtain. It’s just us, the two of us, insulated from the rest of the world. I spread my legs wider, ready to let go of the virginity that I have had for longer than I’ve wanted. And happy that it’s Reggie.

  In the past, I’ve been in my head about every sexual decision, agonizing over what was the right thing to do. I’m not analyzing now. I want Reggie, and it feels so right. All the waiting seems worth it, because I was waiting for this moment. With this gentle, sweet, confident man.

  I feel his hard cock brush against my pussy, and I gasp. Suddenly, he freezes. “Shit, Megan, I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t expecting this when I came over here.”

  “It’s okay,” I say, squirming out from under him so I can reach my bedside drawer. “I’ve got some.”

  “You do?”

  “I bought them when I first came to college,” I say, pulling a sealed box out of my drawer. Then a terrible thought occurs to me. “Do condoms expire?”

  Reggie drops his forehead to mine, shaking with laughter. “You looked so disappointed,” he says.

  “Seriously, do they?” I ask, examining the box.

  He takes the box from me. “It looks like we’ve got two years left. I’m pretty
sure we can use these up before then.”

  He pushes himself up on his knees as he rips open one of the small packets. I feel suddenly cold without his body heat, but it’s worth it to watch him slide the condom down the length of his cock. Somehow, it makes him look even bigger, and I have a sudden, terrified thought that he might not fit inside me. But then he’s back on top of me, the tip of his cock just brushing against my entrance, and though my heart is pounding with nerves, I’m also trembling with arousal.

  He slides the tip in, and I gasp. “Okay?” he asks, starting to pull back.

  “Don’t you dare stop,” I say, grasping his ass again to make sure he doesn’t move away. A hint of a smile crosses his face, but his eyes are intent with concentration. He pushes farther into me, and I inhale sharply as his cock stretches me open. It does hurt, but it also feels better than I ever imagined possible. I want more, I want everything, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to take it.

  He leans down to kiss along my collarbone again, which sends trills of excitement down my body. He continues to kiss and stroke me, holding himself inside me until my hips instinctively move against him. His hands come down to frame my face as he slowly, slowly pushes all the way inside me.

  Goosebumps erupt on my skin. I feel so full, so stretched, so intensely connected to him. Then he strokes out, strokes in, and the sensation is so glorious that any pain becomes a distant memory.

  “God, Megan, you feel incredible,” he says, but the look on his face is almost a grimace. He’s holding himself back for me, and the sweetness of that makes me ache.

  His hand finds mine, interlacing our fingers, which is good because I need something to hold on to. His slow movements become more rhythmic, and I know instantly that this hard, steady rhythm will drive me to orgasm. The tides of my pleasure are lapping up, receding, and coming back stronger each time. Reggie’s lips, hands, and cock are like musical instruments playing the same song, and the music we’re making together is becoming stronger and more beautiful with each note. My fingers tighten around his as I finally feel myself slipping over the edge. He slows and pulls his head away from mine, checking in with me.

  “Don’t stop.” My words are breathy, and I don’t sound anything like myself. He starts up again, and my body responds without missing a beat.

  “Come with me,” Reggie whispers in my ear.

  I let go and feel the orgasm take me over. My body shudders, and Reggie stiffens. His eyes lock with mine as we come together, our breathing synched. I can taste his breath in my mouth as the air cycles between us, both of us panting like we’ve just run a marathon.

  Reggie rolls over so I’m splayed across him. “Stay with me,” he mumbles when I start to pull away. And I do, burrowing my face into his throat.

  He’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and for the first time I understand how much it cost him to take me slowly. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  He pulls me even closer, tipping my face up so he can give me a soft, deep kiss. “It was my very great pleasure.”

  I let my eyes drift shut and allow myself to enjoy the odd sense of calm I always feel when I’m close to him. The night stretches out in front of us, a whole long evening with nothing to do but enjoy each other.

  “I’m going to make some microwave popcorn,” I announce sometime later.

  “Okay, I guess that’s allowed,” Reggie says, stretching his long arms overhead. “As long as we eat it in bed.”

  He looks so good, I want to jump back into bed with him, hunger be damned. But my stomach growls again, and I could use a second to myself. I throw on a robe and pad into through the darkened apartment.

  In the kitchen, I toss a bag of popcorn into the microwave and then fill a glass of water at the sink. I’ve always said that losing my virginity doesn’t matter, and I stand by that. But having sex with Reggie does matter. Opening myself up to him does matter. I’m sure I’ll worry about it plenty later, but for now I just want to enjoy the moment.

  When I get back to the room, carrying the popcorn in a bowl and glasses of water for both of us, Reggie sits up. “Let me help you with that.”

  I hand him the bowl and start to sit beside him, but he holds up a hand. “Only naked people allowed in this bed.”

  I give him a dry look, but pull off the robe. The way he looks me up and down makes every bit of anxiety melt away.

  “I could stare at you all night.”

  The words make me blush, so I throw a piece of popcorn at him. Instead of it hitting him in the face, he catches it in his mouth.

  “That is a cheesy line,” I smirk at him, but I have a smile plastered on my face that doesn’t want to budge.

  “It’s still true,” he says, throwing a piece of popcorn back at me. My reflexes aren’t as good as his, and it hits me on my chin before dropping into my lap.

  “How did you not catch that?” He asks. I pop the fallen piece in my mouth and shrug. He lobs another piece at me and I open my mouth, ready for it this time, but I still miss.

  He shakes his head in disappointment.

  “I’m not a star football player,” I protest. “I don’t have your hand-eye coordination!”

  “It’s easy. I’ll teach you.”

  He throws a piece in the air and catches it easily.

  “That’s not helpful.”

  “Patience, Megan. I’m just showing you first.”

  “Show off,” I say under my breath.

  He gives me a stern look. I widen my eyes and pout my lips, looking back at him with mock deference.

  “Watch the popcorn and move so that it looks like it’s going to hit you on the nose.”

  He lobs another piece my way. I follow it and it actually does hit my mouth, but it bounces off my lower lip.

  “Almost.” He already has another piece in his hand. “Tilt your head back a little more. This time when it comes at you, move your head and neck back a little, it needs a little give.”

  He lobs another piece in the air. I’m almost expecting to fail again, but then I feel the satisfying crunch of popcorn between my teeth. My eyes open wide and I point to my mouth.

  He holds his hand in the air for a high five. I reach for him, but just as I’m about to make contact, he moves his hand away. Unable to stop my momentum, I fall on him. He catches my naked torso and pulls me back into him.

  “Told you it was easy.”

  “You’re a good teacher.” He’s barely touching me, but the brush of his skin against mine has my body waking up all over again.

  He extends his face up to mine and kisses me, tugging my lower lip lightly with his teeth. “You’re a good student.”

  He kisses me again, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. It still feels so new, even though he’s been kissing me for an hour. I feel his cock hardening against my leg. Knowing that I’m turning him on, with no more than a kiss and the touch of my naked body, sends a jolt of triumphant wonder through me. His kiss lingers, slowly pulling me in, and I moan into his mouth.

  As much as I want him, I’m not sure I’m ready to start again. My core still tingles with a sweet soreness that I don’t want to ruin. I pull away and sit up, my legs straddling him, and his hands run up my thighs, grabbing my ass when they run out of leg.

  “No really, you’re a good teacher.” I’m trying to change the subject. Or get back on track. I don’t know which. But Reggie knows exactly what he’s interested in, and his hands come around to cup my breasts. He pushes them up and together until he can tease both my nipples at once. I gasp and arch into him, and he makes a manly sound of pleasure.

  “I’m trying to teach you something else at the moment,” he says, his face buried in my breasts. One hand slides over my stomach and then trails lower, until one finger lightly flicks over my clit. “Like how to ride me.”

  The words bring a shocked gasp to my lips. I don’t feel sore anymore; I feel so hot and wet. My pussy clenches, wanting him inside me again. But I had a point. Some kind of point. “Really, have
you ever thought about it? You could become a teacher after college.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Can you really imagine that? Me as a teacher?”

  I say, “I’m sure learning a lot.” That brings a cocky smile to his lips, which would annoy me if he wasn’t sliding one long finger inside me.

  “You really want to talk about this right now?” He swirls his finger over my clit again, then crooks the finger inside me until it touches some glorious spot that sends shockwaves through me. I suck in a deep breath, unable to answer with anything other than a moan.

  “I mean, we could talk about this.” He sits up, his ab muscles clenching and outlining his perfect six pack. “But I have better things to do with my mouth.” He kisses each of my breasts in turn, then takes a nipple between his teeth as he slides a second finger inside me. He sucks at me for a long, wonderful moment before pulling back and smiling deviously. “Like kissing every bit of this perfect body and then making you come again on my tongue.”

  He starts to lay me back, but I resist. “You promised to teach me how to ride you.”

  His eyes darken with desire, but he still hesitates. “Are you too sore? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  In response, I snag a condom off the nightstand and put it on him myself. Then I rise up on my knees and rub the head of his cock against my slick folds. “I want you to teach me everything.”

  His face, always smiling, is suddenly serious with need. He takes a firm grip on my hips, slots himself against the entrance to my pussy, and proceeds to give me one hell of a lesson.