Fourth Down and Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (10 page)

I could have left
a million times, but I stayed with him. The moment he took my hand in the hallways
of the football stadium I knew what was coming. I knew the entire time it would
lead to another compromising moment between us, but I let it happen anyway. I
let him kiss me. It was so easy to get carried away with Landon again, but I
could feel how different it was this time. We continued to kiss, lingering and
long, but eventually it grew hotter and hotter. He broke away to catch his
breath.

 
“I’ve wanted you so much,” he whispered
against my lips. His lips landed against me again, kissing me as he leaned me
back onto the seats.

“But Landon,” I
mumbled in weak protest. We were out in the open and with the open sky of the
huge stadium, I felt both dwarfed and oddly on display at the same time.
“Someone could see us,” I warned between pecks of his lips.

"No one can
see us," he whispered. He kissed me again. The grooves in the seats dug
into my back, but feeling the weight of his body on top of me as he playfully
nibbled at my lower lip made me forget. His hand wandered slowly down the curve
of my waist until he slipped it under the hem of my shirt, softly caressing my
bare skin. I broke the kiss and breathed out, long and slow, eyes ignoring the
October sky in favor of looking into his brilliantly green eyes. Gently, he
massaged the side of my chest as his lips landed against me again, his thumb
grazing over one of my nipples. I shuddered and the seats dug further into my
back. My knees trembled and my breath quivered as I clutched to his shoulders.

He pulled away and
fixed his kisses on my neck, suckling as he pushed my legs apart and settled
between them. I moaned quietly, not bothering to stifle it the way I did at
home when I had my embarrassing fantasy. Now he was holding on to my waist and
kissing my stomach where he’d pushed my shirt up, making every inch of me
tingle.

I stared up at the
October sky, feeling like I was slowly floating up to it. He ran his hand down
the outside of my legs before pushing my skirt up around my waist, immediately
running his finger along my wetness over the fabric of my soaked panties.

“Landon,” I gasped
out, eyes wide.

His smile curled
up in his typical smirk as he tickled my skin along the waistband of my panties
before nibbling on my hipbone. I nervously clutched at his shoulders as my eyes
darted from every entrance into the stadium. There were so many I had a hard
time keeping an eye on all of them.

“Don’t worry. No
one’s going to come here at this time.” Landon said, his breath warming my
skin. I nodded and completely turned myself over to him, praying he was right.

 
He pushed the crotch of my panties aside to
expose my wet and quivering center to the air. He smiled with appreciation and
hunger before slowly inching forward until his lips pressed against my hot, wet
skin.

 
“Oh!” I gasped out loudly, curling my fist and
placing it over my mouth. He laid out a trail of small kisses over me wetness,
bottom to top, before licking down the center with a small amount of pressure.
It tickled and tingled and felt better than anything ever before.

I curled against
the seats, not caring how much further they dug into my back. My eyes clenched
tight as the pleasure took over my body.

 
“You’re so sexy,” he muttered against me. He
gave a lick and looked up at me from between my thighs, “You got me so hard.”
He paused and licked me up and down with more pressure. “You taste so good.”

 
My cheeks burned a brilliant red from
embarrassment and desire.

“Let me taste more
of you,” he whispered, almost pleaded, just before he steadily slid a finger inside
of me, curling it upward once it was in. His tongue danced circles and figure
eights up and down my wetness. I moaned and clawed my hand over the back of a
seat, the cool evening air settling on my hot skin. Landon started circling his
tongue and thrusting his finger, alternating between big and small movements,
eventually flicking his tongue faster and faster.

 
He closed his mouth over me and sucked,
stimulating my sensitive nub at the same time as he eased a second finger
inside. I was panting louder than ever, gasping at the air and crying out as
intense tingles coiled up inside of me. With one more thrust of his fingers I
toppled over the edge. Hot pleasure flowed down my legs and curled my toes. I
would have screamed out into the stadium, but I couldn’t suck in a breath. My
thighs clenched around his face as he pushed against me, hard and aggressive.

He watched my face
carefully the entire time, not once letting up on his licks. When my body
tensed and shook and moaned as the orgasm took hold of me, he smirked against
the hot, wet skin of my center.

I lost complete
control, my composure and reservations were completely gone. Muffled screams
behind my hands were let out freely the more he kept going. I even grabbed the
back of his head and tried to pull him up for a kiss, but he wouldn't let up.
My efforts were short-lived anyway as I fell into the bliss he worked me into.

“You are so
fucking hot,” he muttered against my hipbone before licking it. He ran the tip
of his index finger over my slit and I quivered. He leaned in and licked me,
working me more fiercely than before until I toppled over into a trembling
mess.

I fell back, no
longer sure whether I was in the sky or somehow still on earth. He made me soar
straight through the open top of the football stadium.

Finally, he
crawled up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his stubble and lips. His
hardness pressed against my thigh and made me tremble. I instinctively reached
down for him, but he placed his hand over mine with a chuckle.

“When we do that,”
he breathed against my cheek, “It's going to be different.” He leaned in and
kissed my ear before whispering, “I want you in a nice, soft bed where I can
take you over and over again. I want you all night long.” He kissed my ear
again and nibbled it swiftly. Another shudder racked my body.

Not long after, I
went home in too much of a daze to even say hello to my mother. Seeing her
lying comfortably in bed out of the corner of my eye, I walked straight to my
bedroom to crawl into bed. My mind was racing. All I could do was think about
everything he’d said, especially the bit about him taking me all night long.

I closed my eyes
and thought about how intently he had watched me. I remembered how I squirmed
against him, just before the moment I came. He made it clear he was fully
focused on my pleasure and my pleasure alone, even when I tried to reach for
him.

He was right.
Asshole or not—I liked him that way.

I was on my bed,
staring up at the ceiling and all I could do was think about what had just
happened. It was all about her pleasure. I even stopped it from going further.
Usually I was the type to go straight to fucking with no detours after getting
so worked up. That’s how I operated and there were never any complaints in the
past.

But with Ivy
everything felt different. I wanted to savor things with her. I knew if I let
things escalate when she reached for me, I would have ended up getting what I wanted.
It would have felt more like it did with anybody else. For some reason, I liked
the little game of chase the two of us were playing. The other problem was the
thought of losing interest in her was almost terrifying to me. Any time I had
sex with someone in the past, I quickly lost all interest. I turned to my side
and stared out the balcony doors, one of which stood ajar.

RING!

“Shit.” I jumped,
startled from my phone.

 
I swiped it off my nightstand. It was my
father calling. This time, I couldn’t think of anything my dad could possibly
chew me out for. He probably just wanted to chat. I gave it some thought for a
second before pressing the ignore button. I changed into gym clothes and headed
to the weight room to try and work out my frustrations.

On my way down the
stairs, I ran into Noah.

“Tutoring this
late?” He joked. I snorted and shook my head, making to continue going down the
stairs but he held me up. “For real though, how is tutoring going?”

I tried to play it
cool by shrugging, “Ah, you know.”
 

Noah immediately
sensed something was up. After all, he was the only teammate who had looked at
me curiously when I had been messing up all through practice. He was the one I
wanted to avoid the most.

 
“Guess so,” he muttered unconvinced. He stared
me down before finally asking, “She got a nice ass? Nice tits? She wear nerdy
tutoring glasses?” He said as he elbowed me playfully.

“Hey man, don’t
talk that way about her.”
  

I instantly felt
hot and a little angry. I didn’t want Noah thinking about Ivy that way, or any
way really. My thoughts had spilled out of my mouth before I could stop it from
happening.

Noah jerked his
head back and laughed in surprise. “So you went and got territorial, huh?
That’s not normal, Bryce. I think it’s the books you gotta be
hitting
hard not your–” Noah stopped
abruptly. He was teasing in good fun, but the look on my face made it clear
that wasn’t okay.

I looked past Noah
at the mirror behind him, seeing my red and angry face reflected. I was
confused. Ivy wasn’t my girlfriend or anything, but I was getting all worked up
over some senseless comments my friend was making. If it was any other woman we
were talking about, I would have joined in. The conversation would have gotten
raunchier by the second, eventually devolving into crude jokes thrown between
us. This time, however, I wasn’t in the mood to joke around—not about Ivy,
anyway.

Noah still didn’t
let up. He smirked and casually mentioned, “My grades are starting to slip too.
Maybe I can stop by the tutoring center too, help get it…err, them up.”
 

I felt my face
burn, “Her slots are all full.” I cringed the moment I said it. I had set him
up perfectly for another crass joke. “But she has a friend,” I blurted out before
Noah had a chance to capitalize on a new joke. Normally I loved joking around
like that, but there was something about Ivy that didn’t make it funny for me.

Noah arched his
brow, but seemed to take the bait. "Is she cute?"

I honestly
couldn’t say for sure even though I had spent almost an entire session talking
to Stella, much to Ivy’s irritation. I realized I hadn't really noticed anybody
else ever since the first time I met Ivy. A lump formed in my throat.

“Yea. I
dunno
…Maybe. You should call and check Stella’s schedule.”
I muttered before hopping down the stairs and storming out the front door. I
needed to get out of the house and I needed to work out my confusion, both of
which had gotten worse in the last twenty minutes.

Unfortunately, the
weightlifting wasn’t doing anything but making me angrier. The more I worked
out, the more worked up I felt. Any thoughts of Ivy pushed me further until I
finally decided to give up on using weights as a form of pseudo-therapy. It was
obvious it wasn’t going to work. I finished my water and slammed it into the
recycling bin before heading to the shower, cranking it all the way to cold and
standing under the stream, shivering.

All I was sure of
was one thing: life was a lot easier without all these things called feelings.