Page 62 of No Easy Catch
“But the team?”
“I have less to lose than the other guys. They have the draft to plan for and I don’t. I’m just glad it’s me who figured this out. I can handle some bastards coming after me.”
“Jeff,” I replied softly. He was being the silent leader, suffering so his teammates could thrive. I placed my hand on his chest, right over his heart, and said, “You’re incredible taking one for the team, figuratively and literally, but it’s still your senior season and you deserve to play.”
He covered my hand with his and looked a little broken. “It’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
“I think you need to tell your teammates. Maybe not all of them, but your roommates for sure,” I said, tensing as I waited for his reaction. If he realized I’d overheard him and his coach talking, he didn’t let me know, but it was bold for me to give him my opinion without him asking. “I’m not just talking about the investigation. I’m talking everything.”
“I know. They deserve a heads-up if everything changes.”
“They deserve to hear it from one of their best friends. You’re suffering through this whether you want to admit it or not and they’ll support you. I know it.” I smiled and he cupped my face, leaning in for a soft kiss. It was pleasant at first, his soft lips connecting with mine, but then it turned heated when he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. “Mm, Jeff…”
He rolled me over so his body was on top of mine, his elbows holding him up just above my face. He deepened the kiss as a low growl came from his chest. This kiss was different from all the others somehow. The urgency and passion was there, but the way he took his time exploring my mouth, the way he touched me was softer and the tenderness in his eyes was new. My body burned at his attention when he slid his hands up my shirt to cup my breasts. It was too much emotion and I needed a little distance.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, breathlessly. “Shouldn’t we keep…keep talking about everything?”
My voice hitched when he pinched both my nipples and grinned down at me. “We can keep talking.”
He slid my shirt off in one quick pull and brought his mouth down, sucking and biting like he had that morning. He trailed kisses over my collarbone, down the center of my chest, and bit down on the skin over my belly button. “What’s on your mind, Amber?”
“Uh…” I mumbled, unable to form words now that he removed my pants and slid two fingers inside me. In and out, fast and slow. I panted, an orgasm so close, but he stopped when my body tensed. “Hm?”
“Okay, let’s talk.” He stopped touching me and moved to lean against the wall, a coy smile on his lips. “What should we do next?”
My brain lost focus. His bulge pressed his jeans and my nerves were on fire—desperate for the release I craved. Licking my lips, I crawled over him and undid the waistband of his jeans. He stopped me. “You wanted to talk, Amber.”
“Why are you… You’re teasing me.” I pouted and kept removing his pants. This time, he let me and his beautifully hard cock sprung out. He wanted to play a game and I was fine with it. But two could play. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. I sucked four times, taking him as deep as my mouth would let me, and he bucked when I carefully bit down on the head.
“Fuck…” he moaned and gripped my hair in his hand. “God, your mouth is fucking heaven.”
I cupped his balls with my hand and continued sucking him and when his legs tensed, I dropped, licking all the way up his shaft and stopped. “Mm, that was a nice taste.”
His eyes looked feral when I got up and licked my lips, all while holding an intense eye contact. Never had I ever stood completely naked in front of a guy in broad daylight and goddamn, it felt good to see him so hungry for me. “Amber,” he warned.
“Yes?” I teased, moving away from the bed and going to the closet. We were both on edge and I knew just the trick to make it even crazier. “You ready to talk still?”
“I’m seconds away from attacking you. Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He stood and followed me into my closet, his hands comings around my hips and moving my ass directly over his erection. “What I would give to just slip inside right now and watch you pant.”
“How about you take your impatient ass and get back to the bed, hm?” I said, bolder and more confident than I had ever been in my life. I pushed his naked chest and wiggled my eyebrows. “Bed.”
He smirked and marched his fine ass back to my room and I scrambled to find a pair of old pantyhose. I had some black ones that I rarely wore because they had a run in them and I slid the material up my legs. Scissors were still sitting on the dresser since I’d had to cut off tags the week before and I used them to cut a hole right in the crotch. Wearing just the pantyhose, I walked back to my bed. “I think we had a bet to settle, am I right?”
“Fuck me,” he groaned and bit down on his knuckle. “You’re the hottest fucking thing. Get your ass over here.”
I giggled—because I did that now—and crawled onto the bed real slow, loving how he twitched when I ran my hand down the length of him. “You’re ready for me?”
“Christ, I’m barely hanging on.” He moved fast, grabbing a condom from the night stand and sliding it on himself within thirty seconds. “I won’t last long with you looking how you do.”
“Better make it worth it then,” I challenged.
He met the challenge head on. He sat on the edge of the bed with his feet on the ground and he picked me up to sit on his lap facing away from him. He held my weight completely to prevent me from falling forward and I gasped when he slid himself insideme. “Fuck, Amber.” He paused his movement and rested his forehead against my upper back. He used his fingers to tease my nipples and bit my neck as he thrust upward. I bucked when he did it again and again, stretching out my walls and combining the sensation of his cock and his hands.
“Jeff, this is…” I moaned and let my head fall back onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my middle and held me close.
“I know.”
We moved together like that, back to chest, his dick sliding in and out a torturously slow pace that had us both panting. “I’m so close,” I whispered, every cell in my body on edge for the release only he could give me. He brought his fingers down to my clit and swirled against it fast. It didn’t take long and I fell apart on him. The sensation spread through my body, from my core to my limbs, and I cried out his name. He growled in my ear and picked up his pace, moving his hands to my hips to force me up and down harder on him.
