Johnny Deeper: A Sports Romance (37 page)

OCTOBER

Chapter 16

Eliza

“It’s over.”

I say it without blinking, without hesitation, and Junior stares back at me from the other side of his bed with a blank expression on his face.

“I don’t accept that,” he replies.

I try not to look down at his naked abs, the one distraction I don’t need right now. His bed sheet lies draped over his groin. I’m sure if he even sneezed just right it would fall down to expose his—

Focus, Eliza.

“I don’t care what you accept,” I whisper, forcing my eyes down to my shirt — or I should say
his
over-sized shirt that I’ve claimed as my own. “It’s over, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”

He sits up. “You’ve sung this song before, Nora. What makes this different than any other time you’ve run away from us in the last ten years?”

“It’s…” I clamp my jaw in frustration. “It’s the…
shit.
Line.”

Junior smirks and twists his wrist to flick the script open. “It’s the first time I’ve thought more with my head—”

“More with my head and not my heart!” I complete the line. “
Dammit.
Why can’t I remember that one?”

He tosses the script back down. “From the top again?”

I sigh with amused frustration. “You’re not even looking at the script.”

“I don’t need to anymore.”

“You have it memorized?”

“I guess.”

I kick his chest with my bare foot. “I can’t believe you know this scene better than I do…”

Junior cradles my foot in his hands, putting soft pressure against my arch. “Well, maybe if you didn’t end up with my cock in your mouth every time you came over to run lines, you’d know it by now.”

My jaw drops and he laughs. “
Wow
… you know what?” I take the opportunity to mess with him. “I think you’re right, Junior. Maybe we
shouldn’t
hook-up anymore.”

He drops my foot and points a finger at me.
“I didn’t say that,”
he argues. “I did not say that
at all
.”

“I see the light now, Junior…” I add more emotion to my voice. “Sex is a
bad
thing. It’s naughty and horrible for productivity.”

“But that’s the
fun
part…”

“It’s over,”
I say, taking it from the top.

He smiles and leans forward, letting the sheet gently slip off his naked groin. “I don’t accept that.”

“I don’t care what you accept…” I slide beneath him as he crawls up my body. “It’s over, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”

Junior shifts between my willing thighs. “You’ve sung this song before, Nora…” He crushes his lips against mine and I stretch towards his condom stash to grab one off the top. “What makes this different than any other time you’ve run away from us in the last ten years?”

“It’s the first time I’ve thought more with my head and not my heart,” I say, rolling the latex onto his stiff shaft. “This is the right thing for both of us, Danny. I know it.”

He adjusts my knees, pulling me closer to align us. “If this is right… then why does it feel so wrong?”

I moan as he pushes inside, stretching me out with every thick inch of him. “It feels wrong…” He rocks me with quick, firm thrusts and I twitch with pleasure. “It feels…
oh, fuck
, Junior, that feels good.”

He laughs. “That’s not your line.”

“I don’t care.” I raise my knees and he drapes them over his shoulders the way I like it. His tip presses against my most sensitive spot and my back arches off the mattress as I squirm on him.

Junior grins down at me. “Nora,” he continues, keeping hard, consistent thrusts, “I don’t give a good goddamn what your head thinks. All I care about is what that beautiful heart of yours feels.” He leans down, flashing his best, melodramatic eyes at me. “It feels the same as mine. I love you. I’ve always loved you since the day I saw you and I
refuse
to let you go.”

I laugh from the bottom of my gut. “You fucking show-off!”

He chuckles, breaking character. “I think I may have missed my calling with this whole
acting
thing.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think you’re handsome enough to be an actor,” I tease.

He halts his thrust. “Oh, those are some fighting words, Eliza Pierce.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

His eyes narrow, firing down at me with intense, playful revenge. “Okay, then—”

I laugh out loud as he takes hold of me and spins me around onto my stomach.

He’s back inside of me in seconds, entering me from behind as he pins me to the bed. I tremble, feeling the weight of his body against my back. He takes my hair in his fist and pulls my head up to expose my neck for his bites while pounding me hard and fast.

I grip the pillow beneath my head, moaning into it with each breath. His lips graze my ear and his warm breath tickles my spine.

“You going to take it back?” he teases, grinding me a little harder.

Fire burns inside, almost ready to explode. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing but pleasure falls from my tongue.

“Ellie…”
he chuckles.

He stops thrusting and I whine beneath him. “No, keep going—”

“Take it back and I’ll let you come…”

I grit my teeth in dissatisfaction. “You son-of-a—”

He twists my neck, guiding my face back to kiss me. “Take it back and I’ll make you come all over this cock.”

I whimper. “I take it back—”

“Take what back?”

“You’re handsome,”
I laugh. “Born for the stage.”

He slaps my ass. “Good girl.”

The pleasant pain charges up my lower back and I moan as he resumes his domination of me. He has me so close again within minutes and he groans with me as he races me to the edge.

“Ellie…
I want to own this tight, little body.” He wraps my hair tighter around his fist and I kindle at the deep growl of his voice. “Let me own you…”

I moan, fueled by his perfect, dirty mouth. He reaches for my hips and guides me to raise my ass, sending his cock in deeper and I gasp at the extra pleasure. “Right there…
don’t stop
.”

He bites my neck, etching a line into my skin with his teeth. “I’m not going to stop until you’re coming on my dick,” he teases into my ear, “and then I’m going to come all over your ass.”

“Yes!” I moan.

He reaches around me to cradle my clit between two fingers, rubbing and fucking me until I’m purring like a damn kitten in heat.

“You’re mine, Ellie,” he groans. I spasm with lust. “Tell me that no one else makes you feel like this.”

“No one—!” I gasp, barely able to speak.

Climax takes over, crashing around me like a fierce ocean wave and there’s nothing I can do but lie here and drown in it.

Junior kisses my neck as I come, chuckling softly in my ear as he does every time I submit to him.

I settle against the pillow and he pushes off of me to rip the condom off. I feel his bare tip against my ass, dripping and shaking as he strokes himself in a tight fist.

I crane my neck to watch the torture on his face as he ejaculates, enjoying the expressions that cross over him. Ropes of him spray against my skin and he marks both of my bare cheeks with his warmth.

He lets out a final grunt and drops his cock, letting it twitch against his thigh. “
Goddamn
, I love this beautiful ass…” he says, slapping me again with his open palm.

I chuckle. “It’s not
that
impressive.”

“Never tone down your strengths.”
He raises a finger at me.
“Even if you have to fake it.”

I cringe. “Quoting my dad probably isn’t the best thing to do after coming on my ass, Junior.”

“Shit, you’re right.
Sorry.
” He gives my cheek another tap before climbing off the bed and retreating into his bathroom for a rag to clean me up with.

I lie still, watching the sweat glisten on his skin as he moves across the room. “Did you mean what you said?”

He takes the warm, wet towel and glides it across my rear. “About what?”

“About owning me?”

“I say that because it’s what you like to hear,” he says. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but every time I say it, you come within seconds. I certainly have.”

“But did you mean it?”

He folds up the towel and tosses it across the room, easily landing it in his laundry basket in the corner. His eyes trail up my body to mine but he quickly looks away. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

I shift onto my side. “Why not?”

“Ellie…” he hesitates.

“Answer the question, Junior.”

“Yes, of course. I meant it,” he spits. “But no one could ever own you, Ellie. That’s why I want to.”

I let the words sink in and my brow furrows.

Slipping casually in and out of Junior Morgan’s bed for the last few weeks probably hasn’t been the best idea. I’ve grown attached to him somewhat — but I never expected him to feel that same attachment to me.

“Look—” he says, overruling my chance to react. “Don’t read into that. What we’ve got going on right now is more than enough for me.”

I push the disappointment aside. “Is it?”

“Yeah. I like having fun with you. There’s no reason that should change.”

I nod, playing the part. “I agree.”

His eyes shift to his bedside clock and he sighs. “I gotta get to practice.”

“Hope I didn’t wear you out too much…” I grin.

“Eh…” He shrugs. “That ass is always worth it.”

“What are you doing later?”

“Later…” he says, snatching a fresh pair of underwear from his drawer. “I need to study for tomorrow’s geometry test.”

“Need me to help you?”

He laughs. “No amount of real studying will happen if I say yes to that.”

“Decent point.”

Junior steps into his pants and wanders over to the bed to lean over me. “But I’m sure you can change my mind with the right
incentive
…” He pecks my shoulder and travels upward, grazing his lips on my skin until he reaches my mouth.

I lay my finger over his chin, blocking him from kissing me. “No, you’re right. We should take a little break. You have a rough weekend coming up and you need to stay focused.”

His cheeks turn pale white.
“The Homecoming game…”
he murmurs.

“You guys are going to kick some serious ass,” I say, punching his arm. “Trust me.”

“This team
slaughtered
us last year…” he recalls. “I’m pretty sure we ended the game with
negative five points
— which you might think is impossible, but… we managed.”

“But you’ve won every game so far this season. If anyone should be shaking in their cleats, it’s
them
. Not you.”

He winces. “Still…”

“I’ll tell you what…” I sit up, leaning in a little closer to kiss his neck. “How about I give you some
serious
incentive…?”

“What kind of incentive?”

“Well… if you guys win the Homecoming game
and
you ace this test tomorrow…” I lick his earlobe.
“I’ll let you put it anywhere.”

Junior twitches. “Anywhere?”

“Anywhere.”

“Including—?”

“Uh-huh,” I nod.

He forcefully exhales. “That is some
serious
incentive.”

I slip off the bed and grab my panties from the floor. “I mean, if you think that’s too easy, I can make it more difficult—”

“No, no…” He stands up. “Your terms are reasonable...”

“Are you sure?”

He watches me dress, his eyes blissfully riding my curves as I hide them under my skirt. “I got this.”

“Good.” I toss his over-sized shirt off and put on my own blouse. “Have fun at practice. Text me if you run into any study issues later—”

Junior slides out in front of me. “What if I get a
B
on the test
and
we win the game?”

I smile. “All or nothing, Junior.”

“B-plus?”

“It’s an A… or you get no A.”

“Shit…”
he laughs. “That was clever.”

I pop up onto my toes to kiss his cheek. “Bye, Junior.”

“Bye, Ellie.”

I scan the street for any witnesses before stepping outside, a habit I’ve developed since the first time I entered his house, and the reality of this situation settles in my gut.

It’s a habit for a reason. Junior and I aren’t supposed to be
hooking up
like this. Even if the two of us really did want to be something more, there’s still an obvious obstacle for us to work around.

He’s my father’s star quarterback. I honestly don’t know what my father would do if he ever found out, but I can safely say he won’t be popping open any bottles of champagne in celebration.

I climb into my car as Junior steps outside to make his way back to campus. He throws a quick wave in my direction and I return the gesture. I think to blow him a kiss, but that’s not what we are.