First Down: A Nerdy Virgin Meets a Badboy Football Player Romance Page 8

  I scowl up at him, hiding my smile. "You know what."

  He steps in close to me, invading my space. "You seemed to enjoy it. I won. I should get a prize."

  My lips twist and my scowl becomes a little more real. "I'm no one's trophy."

  He shakes his head, still grinning with a complete and utter unrepentant expression. The ass. "Oh, that I know. You are way more than a mere trophy."

  That soothes and settles my offended nerves. A little. He's lucky he's so hot. "Glad you aren't as dumb as you look."

  He pouts and clasps his hands to his heart. "That hurts, woman. You're speaking to a champion."

  It's my turn to smirk and smile. "Someone has to keep your head from swelling so big it pops or floats away."

  "You're definitely the wrong person to keep me from getting a swollen head." He presses his pelvis against me, showing me how hard he is already for me.

  I step back from him, fighting laughter, fighting the lust beginning to swirl low in my belly. "Well. That's going to be a bit awkward for you in there."

  He shakes his head and wriggles his eyebrows. "Nah. They got a good look at you today. They'll understand."

  My cheeks flush hot. I push him away, trying not to think of a locker room filled with god-like men naked and showering. "Go on. I'll wait for you."

  He starts to head through the door, but stops and turns back to look over his shoulder. "Don't let any of those jokers bother you."

  I snort. "I won't. I know how to turn down jocks."

  A brilliant smile lights up his face, one without arrogance or innuendo, one that's just pure delight. "That you do, gorgeous. That you do." He ducks through the door into the locker room.

  I lean against the wall as I wait for him, running over everything in my head. It had actually been pretty exciting and fun. The high of the crowd spilled over into me and they took me along for the ride. And damn, that was the best hot dog I've ever had in my life. It's enough to come back just for those. Maybe this can work. I wouldn't want to come to every game. I mean, I do have a life and a business to run. But it wasn't nearly as painful as I expected. I didn't even need the book I brought along with me in my purse.

  And that's seriously saying something.

  His expression when he was out there reminds me of how he looks when he's in my bed. So focused and determined. And really, really fucking hot.

  Zach's out of the locker room in less than ten minutes, no longer smelling like sweat and grass. He throws his arm across my shoulders and leads me out to his car, opening the door for me and everything.

  Well, shit.

  I slide into the passenger seat and listen as he talks excitedly about the game, asking me a thousand questions. He really loves his job. Just like I do. I've gone on dates with men who are unhappy and unfulfilled in their work and it makes them bitter and complaining. Even though this isn't exactly what I thought I wanted, maybe somehow it's better. Or just right. Or at the very least, the best compromise I'm likely to ever get.

  I've never met anyone who makes me feel like he does—excited and nervous and hopeful and lets be honest, horny. I've never met anyone who could talk me into attending a sporting event that isn't Quidditch at a Harry Potter festival. And even then, that's not my favorite event.

  I'm not ready to end this. I want to see where this goes. I want more with him.

  I think...I think I might be ready. I think I'm ready to finally lose my virginity. I'm finally ready to make a choice.

  The ride back to my place is over too fast. I'm ready, but it's all happening so fast. Everything with us has moved at a break-neck speed, just like the books and movies, but this is real life. What if we don't get our happily ever after?

  He's the first guy to tempt me to give it up. How long will I have to wait if I end this before I've given us a chance? I know he'll understand if I just want to mess around again, he hasn't rushed me at all, seemingly satisfied with what we've been doing so far.

  But he's way more experienced than I am and is used to way more experienced women. How long before he gets impatient and someone else catches his eye? On the other hand, I'm not going to give him my virginity just to keep him. I'm not that desperate. Not yet.

  Ugh, my head hurts.

  "Are you okay?" he asks as he follows me up to my apartment.

  I start guiltily, jerking my head up to look at him. "What? Why?"

  He chuckles. "You look like you're trying to do algebra in your head."

  I force a laugh, and run up the last few steps to my apartment. "I'm fine. I was just making a sort of internal pro/com list."

  "Oh yeah? What about?" he asks.

  I unlock and open my door, trying to give myself time to come up with something believable. I've got nothing. And it's not like I can just tell him I'm ready for him to put his wand in my chamber of secrets. That I'm finally allowing him access to my restricted section. My mind is completely blank. So, I do the only other thing I can think of. I slam the door behind him and pull him into a passionate kiss.

  And it works.

  He drops his bag to the floor with a loud thud and yanks me up against him by my ass, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a demanding pressure.

  In this moment, the doubts flee far, far away. Like they do every time he touches me like this. If I could just keep him attached to me all the time, I could stop arguing with myself.

  That actually sounds pretty damn nice. I wouldn't mind my own personal pleasure toy always at my side, at my beck and call. I chuckle into his mouth at the thought, at the fantasy.

  He pulls back. "Did I do something funny?"

  I shake my head. "No. I was just fantasizing about you being my pleasure toy."

  H grins slow and wicked. "Oh, really?"

  "Oh, shut up." I press my lips back against his, silencing any smart-ass remarks he might have the desire to make.

  He wraps me in his arms and pulls me tight against him, like he's trying to plaster us together. The same need burns inside of me. A need to be as close as possible.

  And this isn't close enough. I need skin gliding against skin, not all this fabric creating a barrier between us. I slide his shirt up his chest and he rips it off, barely breaking our kiss to get it over his head. I squirm to shove my hands between us to pluck at the buttons on my blouse. He leans his chest away from me a little bit, giving me room to get the hell out of this confounding shirt.

  I'm finally free from it and slide it off my arms with impatience. My hands return to his chest and slide down his torso until I reach the waistband of his jeans. He shudders and kisses me harder as I fumble with the button, trying to free him and get him in my greedy little hands.

  Our clothes disappear piece by piece until we're standing in the middle of my loft completely naked, our bodies straining at each other. The last thing to go is the hair tie keeping my strands up in a ponytail. Zach groans as my brown tresses tumble down my back and around my shoulders.

  He really likes me with my hair down.

  He walks me backwards to my bed, past the trail of clothes, never stopping the heady kisses that shoot heat straight to my core. He lays me down across the side of my bed, pressing me deep into the mattress, his cock hard and velvety against my belly.

  I want it inside me now. I want him.

  As he begins to trail kisses down my face and neck, I whisper into his ear. "I'm ready."

  He stills, goes completely frozen for a moment. I don't move either, almost holding my breath as I wait for more of a reaction from him.

  He pushes up so he can look down at me into my eyes. "What?"

  I bite my lip, not really wanting to make a big deal about this. "I'm ready." He's not an idiot, he has to know what I mean, for crying out loud.

  "Are you sure?" He frowns at me in concern, which is really the sweetest thing ever. I half expected him to shove right in as soon as I gave him the green light. Which isn't very fair to him, but he is a guy. And a jock at that.

  I nod and smile
shyly. "I'm sure." And I am. I want this. I want this so much.

  He grins wide and utterly adorable, something like gratefulness in his expression. "I'm not going to rush this. I'm going to make this perfect for you."

  "I don't need perfect. I just need you."

  He groans and kisses me so sweetly, with such reverence, it almost brings tears to my eyes—like I'm the heroine in a bad Lifetime TV movie.

  Zach slides his hands down my sides to my ass and he lifts me and scoots me further back onto the bed, moving into position beside me.

  He rests his head on his palm and drags the tip of his pointer finger all the way down the center of my body. He's barely making contact, but it still makes every single tiny hair on my skin stand at attention. How is that so sexy and erotic?

  He drags his finger back up the middle of my body and my already hard nipples harden even more. Goosebumps race across my flesh. It's hard to stay still, not reaching for him, not touching him. But he clearly wants to take this slow, and for that I'm grateful. It's helping me keep my nerves and worries and second-guesses at bay.

  I may be a virgin, but I'm not clueless. I know this is going to be uncomfortable and probably painful, and probably not near as fun as the stuff we've been doing. But hopefully, after the first time, it'll get better.

  Zach leans over and kisses me, nothing touching any part of me expect his mouth on mine. I shiver and slide my arms around him, caressing his back, arching my neck to kiss him harder.

  He pulls away from my lips and captures my wrists in one of his hands, pinning them to the mattress above my head. Once he's confident I'll keep them there, he kisses up and down every single inch of my body. From head to toe, he doesn't miss a single spot. I shiver and tremble beneath his touch, little breathy moans slipping from my parted mouth. My mouth goes dry as he brings his hands up to my breasts and his mouth down to my pussy.

  I thought we were having actual sex? He seems in no rush, but I can't wonder about that right now because his face is buried between my legs and his fingers are rolling my nipples and my head spins and spins and spins.

  He keeps licking and pinching and nibbling and sucking, bringing me higher and higher until I float and fly up into the air. My belly clenches and contracts and I burst into a million glittering stars lighting up the sky.

  Zach slides up beside me and drinks the cries and moans from my mouth like he's downing a Gatorade after a hard game. I reach between us and palm his silky cock, pumping up and down on him with my hand. He's so damn big, I don't know how I’m going to handle him. Maybe I should have waited for someone a little smaller. Or a lot smaller.

  With the afterglow fading, I'm not in as big of a rush to do this as I was before. He shouldn't have gotten me off so fast. Now, I'm sated and satisfied and could use a nap.

  He pulls his cock from my hands and grins down at me. "Uh-uh. This is about you. I'm nowhere near finished with you yet."

  Well, I am definitely not tired anymore now. My body springs back to life at his words and the fire in his eyes. Fire for me. Desire for me.

  Maybe even love for me.

  He kisses me again, kisses me to distraction. Kisses me until I'm pliant and boneless in his arms, my pussy drenched and aching to be filled. I could stay in bed with him forever. I don't need food or things or money. I just need him touching me. All the time. Maybe I should push out the perimeter a bit to include my books and the coffee pot.

  I smile as he presses kisses against my neck, whispering in my ear. "You are so fucking hot and perfect."

  I tilt my head so he has better access to my neck and collarbone. Shivery sensations travel down my body. He returns to my lips and his tongue strokes the inside of my mouth lazily. I kiss him back, nipping at him playfully, sucking at the end of his tongue. I'm tired of being tortured.

  He rolls completely on top of me, straddling my waist, bending down to lick and suck at my nipples. I arch my back and my head falls to the side. I frown at my window. When did night fall? Moonlight peeks through the curtains, dusting across Zach's shoulders and the top of his chest, casting him in a magical glow.

  "Zach, please," I pant, breathing hard and fast as he continues playing with my tits. My hips lift and circle against him, desperately needing friction.

  He looks up at me between my breasts and shakes his head. "Not yet."

  "Why?" My voice is almost a wail. I'm ready. I am so fucking ready. I could not be more ready.

  He groans and squeezes his eyes closed for a moment. "Fuck, Tara. I want you so badly. My cock is so hard and swollen for you and I’m barely holding myself in check. But this is your first time. And I want it to feel as good for you as possible."

  My lips turn down in a pout. "It does feel good. Everything feels good. It always feels good when you touch me."

  He lets out a gruff and strained chuckle. "Then let me keep touching you and just enjoy it. I'm not going to do this until you're so far gone you barely even notice me slide inside that sweet pussy of yours."

  I want to keep arguing, bully him into giving me what I want right this fucking minute, but he's already stopped touching me to have this conversation and if I keep trying to get my way, it'll only be that much longer.

  With less grace than I wish I could muster in this moment, I huff and sigh. "Fine."

  "Awww, don't be grumpy, gorgeous. Trust me. Relax and enjoy it."

  He kisses away my frown, kisses to smooth my furrowed brow. My impatience and sexual frustrations fall away as arousal and pleasure replace them, leaving no room for my grumpy feelings.

  Zach finally, finally brings his hands between my folds, his calloused fingers rough and perfect against my most sensitive area. It's almost too much, but rides on the edge of just right. Just enough.

  His mouth reattaches itself to one of my tits, licking and sucking until my fingernails dig and rip at my comforter. I don't know how much more I can take. He's brought me right to the brink over and over, and I just want to leap off.

  He rubs my tingling clit until his fingers must be soaked and coated with the wetness from my pussy. He never dips his fingers inside me, keeping his touch on my bud, sometimes fast, sometimes with lazy slow circles, refusing to keep up a steady pace and give me a fucking orgasm.

  Does he want me to beg? I'll beg. I'll do whatever he wants if he’ll just fuck me.

  I reach for him, scraping my nails down his arms, squirming against his touch. He releases my nipple to meet my eyes. "Last chance to back out. Are you sure about this?"

  "Yes. Fuck. Yes, I am sure. I am completely sure. Would you please just fuck me already? Please."

  He shakes with amusement, his eyes blaring with excitement and satisfaction.

  He doesn't stop stroking my pussy while he slides the rest of himself down me to get in position. Nerves and fear skitter across and over me, but I refuse to give in.

  It's time.

  I am ready.

  Dear merciful mermen, I am ready.

  The head of his cock nudges my entrance and I gasp and lift my pelvis. He keeps circling my clit as he pushes in just the slightest bit. I'm already so close to exploding, I'm worried I'll come before he's even all the way inside me.

  He slips inside another millimeter. He's stretching me, stretching me wider than I've ever been open before. It doesn’t hurt though. Not yet, anyway. But I feel so filled. And I like the feeling. I like him inside of me.

  My body tightens up and the beginnings of an orgasm crests. "Now would be a good time I think," I gasp.

  He slides the rest of the way in, bringing a flare of pain to the pleasure washing over me. The climax subsides a bit with him all the way in. He's so fucking big. Merciful mermen, he’s big.

  He remains still inside me, his jaw locked and eyes squeezed closed as he gives me a chance to get used to the invasion. But he continues to circle my clit with his fingers, keeping my desire from fading completely away from the pain and rather uncomfortable sensation of him inside me.

  "Are
you okay?" he asks, his voice strained.

  I clear my throat so my own voice isn't strained. "Yes. I'm fine. You can move."

  He frowns at me. "Tell me if I hurt you or it's too much. I will stop."

  I nod. "Okay."

  And then, he moves. Pain ripples out through me and I bite my lip. He moves slowly and I start to think that's worse. Maybe if he was faster it wouldn't be as bad. Even the attention to my clit barely breaks through everything else. I can't believe he even fit in there all the way.

  But then, it changes. The pain is still there a little, but it dulls and pleasure slams back into me full force, letting me shove the pain away to the side, ignore it. His cock touches a place inside of me that is like some sort of magic button that makes pleasure pump through me.

  It builds and builds, and lights a fire inside me, the flames licking across my skin, low in my stomach. He kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth with the same rhythm as his thrusts between my legs. He speeds up his fingers against my bud, pressing a little harder. It overwhelms me, I'm lost in sensations and lust. I dance and dance and dance until I burn. I dance until I explode. I buck against him and he stiffens against me, both of us crying out each other's names at the same time.

  He collapses on top of me, still buried in my pussy. I welcome the weight. It keeps me from flying away, tossed about by the waves of pleasure still shuddering through me.

  He kisses me all over my face until I'm shuddering with laughter. He hisses and pulls himself out of me gently, my own hiss quickly joining his. Wow, I am sensitive. And sore.

  But it's a good type of sore. I can't believe I am no longer a virgin. I can't believe I just gave my virginity away to a jock, of all things. A professional one.

  And so far, I am completely unable to summon up the slightest problem or regret with that.

  Zach finally rolls off of me and I can breathe properly again, but I miss his skin against mine. I roll over myself so I'm cuddled up next to him. He wraps one of his arms around my waist and kisses the top of my head.

  "Are you okay?"

  I nod. "I am. I really am."

  "Oh, thank God. I was worried you'd start regretting it as soon as we finished."