ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: The Playmaker (Bad Boy College Football Romance) (New Adult College Alpha Male Sports Romance)

by Carly White

  I blushed a little. My hands were a bit too eager and I moved back out and unbuttoned his jeans. I unzipped him and went to my knees as I pulled down the clothing. His long cock sprang out and was inches from my face. Looking up at him, I waited for his instructions, my mouth itching to taste him. I didn’t move though, waiting for his command.

  “Get on the bed Chloe.”

  I whimpered in the back of my throat. What I wanted was him in my throat, his taste on my tongue, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. I almost begged for him to let me taste it, but I knew better. I knew that I had to wait, be patient so I got up and moved to the bed. “How would you like me Nick?”

  “On your hands and knees, facing me.”

  I shivered with the idea and moved in place like he asked. The air from the overhead fan blew on my heated core, tempting me. I moaned in my throat, loving the anticipation as he still hadn’t moved towards me. The waiting was the worst and I begged him silently with my eyes till he moved forward and finally moved within reach. Grabbing his fat cock, he pushed it into my face, rubbing against my cheek and lightly slapping my lips with it.

  “Open up.”

  I did as he said, trying to take in his length when he told me to stop. “Stick your tongue out.”

  He started to smack my tongue with his thick cockhead and I whimpered, wanting to feel him in my throat. Then he was pushing in through my lips, surging down till the back of my throat stopped him from going any further. I moaned with him in my mouth, the sound vibrating off of his length and making him make his own sound of pleasure.

  “Fuck that feels good Chloe, now deeper.”

  I tried to take as much of him as I could in, but it was impossible to take him all. He was just too big and my mouth was too small. His hand moved to play with my ass, fingers sliding passed both holes before finding the wetness waiting for him. When he pushed a digit inside of my tightness and pulled me forward, I choked on his length. It was too big, but he was unrelenting from both sides. The movements in my pussy made my insides hug his finger and the cock in my mouth buried down into my throat. I was trying to breathe through my nose, but I couldn’t as he moved faster and I felt myself nearing an orgasm so soon. It may have been because it had been too long, but it was the way he handled me that made it that much sweeter.

  “Take it all.”

  I relaxed my throat and he was able to push more in. I was suffocating from his thickness, while his finger was met with another, pushing deep as I bobbed on his cock. He moved away to let my cry be heard in the air around us. I closed my eyes to the pleasure, needing more as he pumped his fingers deep. I was soaked and wanted to feel his hard cock inside of me.

  “Please Nick. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  “Patience my dear. I am not done playing yet.”

  I whimpered, unable to stop the sound from coming out of my throat. Another finger moved to the hole above and I mewled as he pushed deep into my ass. With both holes filled, I couldn’t help but cry out, his cock refilling my mouth to silence me. He moved my body from the grip on my ass, pushing me into him as his hips thrusts against face. I could feel my mascara running as my eyes watered.

  Starting to taste his seed oozing out, I sucked harder, trying to push him over the same edge I was teetering on. But he pulled out before I could taste him fully and I moaned as he continued to pump inside of me. I put my head down on the footboard, squeezing his fingers as they worked my holes. I was close, so close and then he just stopped, leaving me on the cusp with no release. I whimpered, looking up at him, silently begging for him to finish me off, but instead he moved away and moved in behind me. Jerking me up towards the restraints, I felt them go around my ankles one by one.

  I felt trapped and hornier than I had ever felt before. His length was large and I wondered if it would even fit, my insides not used to someone so big, or anyone at all for that matter. “Please Nick.”

  Then he I felt his hard length on my quim and it made me jump. It felt heavy on my wet folds and it made me nervous. “Who’s pussy is this Chloe?”

  I jumped as he smacked it down on my wetness. My eyes closed and he pulled me up to my knees. I waited for him to take me, needing it more than I had ever needed something before in my life. “Please Nick!”

  His hand came down on my ass hard and I jerked, the binding keeping me from moving. Maybe I did need a safe word, but it was too late for that as he moved closer and I felt the head press my lips wide for his movement. “This is mine now Chloe, You either say it or I will put it somewhere else.” The somewhere else was pressed into slightly and I tried to move away, his hand holding me still.

  “It’s your Nick, anything you want, just please I need to come so bad!”

  It was the closest I had ever came to begging and when he moved back to my folds, I pushed back with my ass, trying to impale myself on his heat. It was all I could think about and then it was there, opening me wide and driving into me quickly. My arms moved forward to brace myself as he slammed forward hard.

  He groaned behind me as he hit bottom, sending me forward. Nick grabbed my hips and pulled me back on him hard and fast. I was left breathless and crying out into the sheets that I buried my face in as my body exploded. It was all that I could handle, wishing I could pull my legs back together. He didn’t move, just stayed throbbing inside of me as I convulsed around him, crushing his shaft. I liked the sound of painful pleasure that came out of his mouth as I collapsed around him. He smacked my ass, making me squeeze harder as he started to move slowly out and then drilled back in. Nick was messing with me, pulling almost all the way out until he moved back to fill me once more. Each thrust in made me scream and each one out made me beg for more.

  He grabbed a handful of my curls, yanking back till my head came up and the cries echoed in the small room. “Please Nick, fuck me harder.”

  His hips responded with an overwhelming push inside my tightness and then a finger pushed into my ass at the same time. The dual pleasure and the pull on my throat constricting my breathing was more than I could take and my body responded with another explosion. My whole body tensed as he started to move faster, fucking me with abandon. I could feel my ass bouncing off of his hips, jiggling the round cheeks as he rutted in and out. I was left begging for more and then in the same breath, begging for less. I pulled against my restraints holding me open and vulnerable to his length.

  “Fuck Nick, I’m going to cum again!”

  I had lost count of how many times that was, but the last one was stronger, harder than before, He had added another finger to my tight ass and the pumping created a burning sensation as he slid in and out of me. Nick was groaning behind me, his breathing hard and ending each press in with a grunt. I knew he was close and I wanted him to lose it as well. Lose the control I could feel him holding onto.

  “Fuck me in the ass Nick.”

  He ripped out and set his length at my backdoor and released my hair as my head went into the mattress, my ass higher up and ready for him. Nick slid in slowly, as I tried to deal with the new sensation. It was huge and even though my pussy was sore from his use, I slammed back onto him to get him in fully. I heard him curse and then yank out. I whimpered into the sheets, thinking he was done and then he was back, taking my breath away.

  Nick started to slam into me harder and faster, stretching every inch of me with his perusal. His pace picked up and I closed my eyes to the pleasure. It was too much, he was too much, but there was no way I would ever ask him to stop. His breathing got heavier, as did his grunting and then he was pushing deep and releasing his hot seed into my ass. Pulling out quickly, the last shot hit my bare ass. I could feel the hot seed cooling as it dripped down the back of my thigh.

  It was several minutes before I was cleaned off with a wet towel and then released. My legs were wobbly and shook as I moved to my back, looking up at the grinning man.

  “You were even better than I could have imagined you to be. I have been waiting
for this for a long time Chloe and you did not disappoint.”

  I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded, my chest still rising and falling with my breath. I wanted to say the same that I felt something more, but I couldn’t. I just lay there, breathing hard with my eyes closed.

  “Are you ready for dinner now before more dessert?”

  THE END

  At His Command

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  By: Carly White

  Chapter 1

  “You need to go home Fiona, you look beat.”

  She was, but there was still more to do. “I can’t. I got that research paper due tomorrow. Did you already get it done?”

  Debra nodded. “Yeah. Why didn’t you?”

  “Just didn’t. Been working too much I guess. This place is always a mess when I come back after a day or two off.”

  “It’s just a job, remember that.”

  Fiona cared too much. She had spent almost all of her extra time at the library. She had gotten the librarian job when she was a freshman and now that she was about to graduate in a couple of months, she was going to miss it. There were a few fundraisers for the new wing that had been taking up too much of her time. She wanted to see it through though, leave something behind as she moved into her career.

  “I’m just going to miss this place, aren’t you?”

  Debra shook her head and wrinkled up her nose. It was clear that she was not going to miss anything. “I’ve hated it since they assigned this for my work program.”

  “Well it’s been nice having you here. Everybody else was over sixty, so it was nice to have a student to work with.”

  “I am just ready to get out of here, school in general and move on. It has been a long six years.”

  “I have to agree there.”

  “You want to get a drink? I am sure that will keep till morning and then you can bang it out like you always do.”

  It sounded good, some time to chill out and get away. Fiona agreed and she closed her books. Putting them in her backpack, she left out with them. She figured she would go back afterwards and just get in with her key.

  Debra drove while Fiona pulled her hair out of the bun and put a little lipstick and mascara on. Her blonde hair came down to mid-back and it started to stream back with the opened window. Fiona was going to miss California and its warm nights that made the feeling possible. She was from New England and had gotten used to the weather in the balmy state.

  She pulled her shirt out of her skirt and opened up the collar a little more. It was as good as it was going to get coming straight from work and she looked at Debra, always ready to go out. Fiona wished she was as carefree. The two women had met a few years back when they had lived on the same floor, just down the hall in the dorms. Last year, they had decided to go in together for a house and had been leaving together ever since. They were like night and day though. Debra was dark-haired and partied most every night, while Fiona was more reserved and kept to small gatherings. Their majors were just as different, Debra into production and Fiona studying to be an actuary. But with all their differences, it worked.

  “Do you still have that perfume in here?”

  “Of course.”

  “I got a joint if you want it.”

  Fiona nodded and looked in the dashboard. It was her only vice and since it had gone legal, there was no guilt, much like having a drink. It was what had given the two the opportunity to meet in the first place. Fiona had been smoking in her room and Debra had come knocking. Fast friendship and study sessions with thick blue clouds became the norm.

  She was feeling less uptight, but the bar was still crowded and Fiona was looking for an out after an hour. Debra caught her trying to sneak out. “Where are you going?”

  Fiona shrugged and smiled guiltily. “Home, or to do more research and finish the paper.” Debra shook her head, like it was expected but still disappointing. “What? It’s like twenty percent of my grade Debra.”

  “Fine go, but don’t wait up. I am feeling frisky tonight.”

  She turned to walk away. Fiona knew that meant she would not getting any sleep tonight because Debra was going to bring one of her dance partners back. Deciding that the school library was sounding even better, she headed back that way on foot. It was only a few blocks and it wasn’t long before she was back where she started. The only difference was it was even later and she still had a bit of a buzz.

  Fiona got in with her key, but forgot to lock up when she moved into the interior. She didn’t even have to turn on the lights, so familiar with the set-up. Moving back to the research area, she grabbed the book off the shelf that she had left and sat down on one of the couches in the back. It was too peaceful though, the words too small and her eyes were soon burning.

  Squinting she set the book down, convincing herself that she just needed to rest her eyes for a minute. A minute turned into longer and Fiona fell asleep on the soft couch.

  Chapter 2

  Carl walked into the library early in the morning. It was strange that he didn’t have to use his key to get in. As an alumni and on the fundraising board, he was there to look over some financial paperwork before he started working on his own business. There was a big gala a week away and his company was planning to make a big donation, but Carl was thorough and he wanted to make sure that everything was in order first.

  The room was cool, the overhead fans still on. He made a note, wondering how much could be saved in energy costs if they turned them off overnight. His mind was always looking to quantify things and make them work. The library was a project that his father had insisted on and since he had gone to USC as well, he figured it could have been worse. Carl had some good times there, but it had been ten years since he graduated.

  Like most business majors, he had to spend a lot of time in the library when he was a student. Carl had always been serious and when it came time to go to school and take over the family business, he had hit the ground running and had finished a year early, cramming in as much as he could to just get it over with.

  He smiled as he recognized the same couches in the corners that he had slept on many nights. They were far more comfortable than they looked and there had been many times a janitor woke him up to send him home.

  Stopping, he noticed some blonde hair sticking around the corner of one of the chairs, long and practically touching the ground. He figured that someone else had been laid victim to the comfy chairs and went to wake them up and send them on their way. It was somehow symbolic, taking up the next part of his life, no longer the stressed out student that couldn’t get his grades high enough.

  Carl stopped again when he saw more of the woman lying on the couch. Her face was so serene and beautiful. Her eyes were turned up and she had high, refined cheekbones. She was beautiful and he caught himself wishing that he could see her eyes.

  “Miss?”

  The woman turned towards him, her skirt rising and her cleavage pushing forth from her top. He groaned inwardly and leaned down to shake her. “Miss?”

  She sat up, her blue eyes moving to his. “What?” Her voice was sharp, but he didn’t seem to worry about it. Carl hated to be woken up as well.

  “You’re in the library Miss and it’s six o clock in the morning.”

  That seemed to reach her and she sat up a little groggy, rubbing her eyes as she met his again. Her face changed a little, the man in front of her was no janitor, but a dark-haired man that towered over her. She took in the smart suit and figured he was one of the faculty. “What are you doing here at six in the morning?”

  “I’m here to go over some paperwork for the fundraiser. I got work to do later, so now was the only time.”

  “How’d you get in?”

  “The door was unlocked.” Carl wasn’t sure why she was the one asking all the questions. She looked at the slim gold watch on her wrist and then cursed like she didn’t believe him when he had told her what time it was.

  “I’ve got to
go. Thanks for waking me up.”

  Carl was a bit put off, not used to being dismissed in such a way. The woman was beautiful and he wanted to know her name, talk to her for a minute. “Wait, where are you going?”

  She looked back once, blonde hair falling in her face before she pushed it back out of the way. “I’ve got to finish a paper. Thanks again.”

  And just like that, she was gone and Carl was left looking where she had retreated. She was like a ghost, just gone yet leaving an impression on all who seen her. She was a student though, he reminded himself, way too young for him.

  Moving away from the research corner, he moved to the business office off to the side and located what he was looking for. He went through all of the last three years on file and copied some of the more important statements. Everything was looking to be in order, but he still wanted his personal accountant to take a look before he put his money out there. Carl didn’t mind helping out, but he didn’t want to if the investment wasn’t sound. The school was going strong and would be around for a while. His father wanted the family’s last name put on something that would be there forever. Tom Castroy wanted the family name to carry on as some sort of legacy. Carl thought that the money could be spent in a better place, but it was what he wanted, so Carl just wanted to make sure everything was on the up and up.

  He called Judy and left a message to check the fax machine when she got in. Carl was sure that it was fine, but he wanted another opinion, a double check just to make sure. He was leaving the library and he found himself taking the long way back passed the couches that the woman had been sleeping in. He wasn’t sure why, but her tired blue eyes and smile had affected him in some way.

  ***

  Carl was back at work and the gala was the next evening. He was made to meet with a couple of the staff members there that would be running it, to go over what he was to say in acceptance of the library being named after them. It had been expected of course, one of the main reasons his father was giving so much was so that their name would be in large print above the door. When a man gets older, he worries about the legacy that he will leave behind. With rich men it is even worse because they have to fight the urge to give it all away and to deal with the children without an inheritance. Carl had his own fortune though, so Tom was in the process of giving most of his away.