Tackled: A Sports Romance Read online

  A pained expression crosses his face. "Feel what you do to me, Cassie."

  He reaches for my hand and places it between his legs. His cock presses hard against his jeans, and when my palm presses hard back, he groans.

  His groan.

  That sound. It makes me want to make him do it again and again.

  I fumble with the button on his jeans and he shakes his head. "Not yet," he says. "Your lips will be wrapped around my cock soon enough."

  "Oh God," I whisper. The thought of his cock in my mouth, tasting him on my tongue, makes me hot.

  His fingers press against my entrance, teasing me. “You’re soaked,” he observes. “This is how you’ve been when you’ve been tutoring me, isn’t it? Your panties wet underneath that little black skirt of yours, sitting with your thighs pressed together, your pussy throbbing. Fucking yourself with your vibrator and thinking about me.”

  "I've been very professional," I say haughtily.

  “I wanted to rip your damn clothes off the first time I saw you,” he growls. “Your fucking clothes annoy me.”

  “What’s annoying about my clothes?”

  He kneels down, his hands on the sides of my pants and yanks them to the ground, then tosses them aside. “The fact that you wear any,” he answers.

  Colton slides his hands up my legs, one palm on each thigh, and spreads them apart. He puts his face close to my pussy, so close I can feel his hot breath against my skin, but he doesn't touch me. Instead, he inhales deeply.

  Inhales me.

  Then he looks up at me from between my legs, his eyes hooded, face racked with lust. "This is what I've been waiting for." He covers my pussy with his mouth, groaning loud and long when he tastes me, and the sound he makes is nothing compared to the moan I let out. I think I might have died and gone to heaven.

  He flicks his tongue over my pussy, exploring me slowly like he has nowhere else on earth to be, and my head lolls back as he works me over. This is like nothing I've ever felt before, definitely not from the college boyfriend who couldn't have been less interested in going down on me if he tried.

  But Colton… Colton murmurs his approval from between my legs. I run my hands over his head, pulling him against me and arching my hips toward him as pleasure washes over me like a wave, growing more and more intense as his tongue explores me.

  Holy shit. How have I been missing out on this?

  My vibrator and my fingers don't compare to this at all.

  He eats me for what seems like an eternity until I'm on the verge, delirious from near-orgasm and pent-up frustration.

  Then he pulls away, grinning at me, his mouth still glistening from my wetness. "Don’t worry, Cassie. I'm going to let you come."

  I whimper at the promise.

  "Turn around," he commands.

  I comply, my heart thudding in my chest. Part of it is arousal and part of it is excitement, the nervous anticipation of not knowing what he wants from me. Colton runs his hands over my hips, gripping the flesh of my ass as he speaks. I wonder if he's going to bend me over and take me here, thrusting his cock into me the way I fantasized about.

  I think I want him to bend me over and take me.

  "I told you I wanted you to come on my face," he reminds me. "Stand still. Spread your legs."

  I stand there motionless, my hands on the bed, as he lies on his back on the floor, his hands gripping my ankles.

  "Do you know how many times I thought about this view?" he asks. "I fantasized about you standing over me in that little black skirt and those heels."

  I inhale sharply at the mere suggestion.

  "Kneel down, Cassie," he orders, his voice insistent. "I need your pussy on my face."

  He needs it.

  I do what he asks, barely hovering over him for a second before he grabs my ass and pulls me down on his face. Bracing my hands against the bed, I close my eyes, reveling in what he's doing to me. This time, it's not slow. This time he doesn't just eat me. He devours me, pulling my clit into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue.

  He lifts me off his face just long enough to tell me what he wants from me. "I want you to fuck me, Cassie," he tells me. "Don't hold back. I want you to let go."

  I suppress a whimper as he pulls me hard down on him again. His hands travel up my back, over my stomach, and then they're on my breasts, pulling at my nipples as I lean forward to brace myself against the bed.

  I'm too far gone to be self-conscious and I'm too far gone to think about anything else except the way his touch feels on my skin, or the way his mouth feels, warm and wet, between my legs.

  My hips grind against him the way I want to ride his cock. From somewhere outside myself, I can hear my whimpers turn into louder cries, totally unintelligible, or maybe it's his name I'm calling over and over. The sensations are so intense that even though I want to hang on, to savor this moment more than anything else, I'm overpowered by a wave of pleasure that takes me by surprise.

  When Colton thrusts his tongue into me fiercely, it sends me over the edge. The orgasm is practically blinding, and I clutch the side of the bed as I cry out. It washes over me, wave after wave, until I'm lost in it.

  But Colton doesn't give me a moment's reprieve. He grips my hips and lifts me up gently, his eyes fixed on mine as he licks me again.

  "Colton," I protest, pulling him away from me.

  "You're embarrassed," he says, laughing.

  "I — yes." I stammer the words. "I was…loud."

  A grin spreads across his face. "That's the hottest thing I've ever heard. And now that's out of the way."

  "What's out of the way?" I ask.

  "Your first orgasm from me."

  First orgasm? My college boyfriend was more of the wham-bam type (except without the bam, I guess), squeezing my breasts perfunctorily and rubbing his finger on my clit until I came and he could get his turn.

  Colton is talking about getting the first orgasm out of the way? What the hell does he want to do with me now?

  He answers my question before I even ask it. "I'm going to lick you clean," he says. "And then I'm going to make you come again."

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  Colton

  I make good on my word.

  I bathe her pussy with my tongue and then I fuck her with my fingers, the way I told her I would before. We don't even make it to the bed. The minute I pull her to her feet, my fingers are on her clit. With one hand at the nape of her neck and the other between her legs, I kiss her.

  This is not the same girl who came into the room wound so tightly that she was going to burst, spun up about rules and all that bullshit, thinking too much.

  This girl runs her hands over my chest and down my back, her fingernails dragging across my skin as I stroke her slowly inside. She makes little whimpering sounds that are muted as I kiss her, little whimpering sounds that turn into louder moans the more I stroke her.

  This time, when Cassie's fingers find the button on my jeans, I don't stop her. I take my lips away from hers long enough so she can yank my pants and boxers down over my ass, and I kick them away when the clothing falls to my feet.

  But I don't stop stroking her.

  Not even when she looks down at my cock and licks her lips. My cock twitches its response as the thought of her lips around it flashes through my head.

  When she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, I'm not sure who groans louder, me or her.

  "It's… so big," she whispers as her hand moves lightly up and down my shaft. Her brow furrows and I laugh.

  "You're worried," I say, pressing against the textured place inside her that makes her moan.

  "I'm worried it'll… hurt." Her touch is light, her strokes perfect as her hand pumps my shaft. It's exactly how I hoped it would feel, and I want my dick inside her more than anything.

  I push my fingers in deeper, my palm grinding against her clit, and she bucks her hips against me, her movements becoming erratic as she moves closer to orgasm. Her pussy is swollen, the muscl