For Three Seconds (Forbidden Sports Romance)

by C. Lymari

  I was dying to taste her, to lick her pussy, but I held off. If I had her taste, I might have dived in headfirst and licked her clean, but I wanted inside her more.

  I straightened to my full height as she watched to see what I would do next. I sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard while she watched me. Once I was comfortable, I reached for her, relishing the way my fingers held on to her waist and how she didn’t put up a fight. I brought her to my lap; my hands started to roam over her curves while she watched with half-mast eyes. My shitty day was long forgotten, and all I could see was her. All I could smell was her. Gripping the back of her neck, I brought her face to mine, and I kissed her. I kissed her like she was mine—when she had never been. The more we devoured each other, the wetter Scarlett felt. My thigh was damp, and fuck me, but it was the hottest thing ever. I brought my thumb and traced it from her hip to her pussy. She was drenched, and that made something inside me roar.

  “Gav,” she moaned.

  I smiled against her shoulder.

  “You like that, Scar?”

  She moaned instead of answering me. I inserted a finger deep in her pussy, and she bucked against it. With my thumb, I found her clit and played with it like I owned it.

  “Gavin,” she hissed.

  I kept fingering her until she started to fuck my hand. I wanted to give her everything without her asking, and that terrified me. I pulled back, out of breath. This girl undid me.

  “You want to come?” I pinched her tight nipple.

  Scarlett bit her lip and nodded.

  “Then fuck me,” I told her. “Get your tight little pussy on my dick and fuck me until we both come. Show me that you want me as much as I want you right now.”

  Scarlett looked at me and then my dick.

  “Gav,” she whispered. Some of the lust fled from her eyes.

  My heart started to beat wildly, scared that she would pull her same shit of running hot and cold.

  “Yeah?” My tone came out harsher than intended.

  “I’ve never done it like this before.”

  Fuck me.

  “Was prom the last time?” My voice was laced with hope.

  “That’s none of your business.”

  Her blasé tone pissed me off. She was right, but I was irrational. I pulled her hips up and slammed her down all the way to my shaft. She was hot, wet, and right now, she was mine.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” I murmured against her neck. I kept thrusting my hips against her, and Scarlett started to moan. Her hands wrapped wound my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, piercing it, and leaving a reminder on my flesh that I hadn’t made this shit up.

  I watched the way her pussy took my dick, the bounce of her tits, her messy hair. It was all too much.

  “Unless you want your roommates to hear how you love taking my dick, then I suggest you bite the headboard,” I told her and saw the confused look on her face. I lay down, still fucking her, and then I pulled her up and brought her drenched pussy to my face.

  “Gavin!” she shrieked.

  I ignored her and gave her pink pussy one slow lick. The taste of her assaulted my senses, and I should have known I would get addicted. My dick was painfully hard, but I kept tasting Scarlett, then sucked on her little clit, and damn if that didn’t make her lose control. The more I licked and sucked, the more she started to fuck my face. The view of her tits was phenomenal. This right here was nirvana. My game and low scores were long forgotten.

  “Oh, Gavin, please,” she begged me.

  I just kept eating like a starved man. I attacked her little nub until she screamed, and I swallowed her release. It was dirty and messy and fucking perfect. I laid her down on the bed and straddled her. I put my hard cock between her breasts and fucked her tits.

  The moment she brought out her tongue and licked the head, I was done. She didn’t even wrap her mouth around me, and I was already shooting my cum at her face. My chest was rising and falling, and if I thought the release would make me feel better, it only left me more confused. It was everything I wanted, yet it suffocated me. I looked down at Scarlett, and her hair was all over the bed, my cum on her face, and I couldn’t deal with the feelings.

  “I’m clean,” I blurted out.

  “I’m on the pill,” she mumbled back.

  “Thank you.” I rushed the words out without thinking straight.

  I put my pants and shirt back on and walked out of her room. I took the back door because I didn’t want to deal with anyone.

  Once upon a time, I thought I loved her, but how can you love someone who was never yours?

  Seventeen

  There was a dull ache between my legs, reminding me that last night was real. I didn’t imagine it, and it wasn’t a dream or nightmare. It just was. Gavin and I were two halves that tried to fit, and it burned.

  The evidence was between my thighs, where I could see small beard burns.

  Asshole. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d been on birth control since junior year for hormonal imbalance, I might have been worried.

  After he wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ed me, I was too tired to move. I was so fucking tired. I felt oddly at peace with myself. I reached to the floor for my shirt and cleaned up the best I could. I didn’t want to remove Gavin from me just yet. It was like I needed the essence on my skin to fully grasp what had happened.

  “Are you hungry?!” Audrey yelled from the other side of the door.

  “With the dicking she got last night, who wouldn’t be?” Delia answered.

  My door burst open, and both girls walked in, Delia with a tray of juice, scrambled eggs, and toast.

  “Um, I’m indecent,” I said because I wanted them to leave me alone.

  “Damn, daddy must have given a great dicking if you still can’t move,” Delia smirked as she made herself comfortable in my bed.

  “Delia,” Audrey hissed and gave her a look, then turned back to me. “Are you okay?”

  I looked at the food, and my stomach grumbled.

  “Eat.” Delia pushed the tray toward me. “You need lots of stamina to fuck these football gods.”

  Delia sounded almost happy for me or excited; she wasn’t the only one who was sleeping with a “football god.”

  Audrey gave her a “what the fuck” look. I timidly reached for my food because this was just too weird having the girls here right now. They just barged past my walls.

  “Ollie looks like a sweet guy,” I commented.

  “He’s not sweet in bed.” Delia grinned. “I don’t orgasm and tell.”

  She then pretended to zip her lips.

  It was odd having friends who cared for me. Other than my brother and my grandparents, no one had cooked for me since my parents died.

  Audrey watched me with concern written all over her face. Maybe she knew there was more to me and Gav than we let on. Perhaps it was that we were a train wreck waiting to happen, and she couldn’t look away.

  “I’m okay.” I gave a tight smile.

  “You slept with Gavin,” she emphasized, as if I didn’t know who had been between my legs last night.

  “It’s not the first time,” I mumbled while I drank my juice.

  That seemed to surprise them.

  I wasn’t sure where Gavin and I stood, and it wasn’t like I expected anything from him, but I was addicted to the bliss that came when I was with him. It reminded me of when I was happy and not covered in a fog of darkness. Except, Gavin wasn’t my prince, and he wasn’t the light at the end of this dark tunnel. Gavin was just there. He was always just there.

  After my food was done and the three of us lay in my bed with mindless chatter, I realized we were one girl short.

  “Where’s Kenny?”

  Delia and Audrey looked at each other, not wanting to meet my eyes. That immediately made me feel uneasy.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Gavin has slept with a lot of girls,” Delia said softly; still, her words echoed in me, tearing at my
emotions.

  “Kenny,” I said with understanding.

  Audrey reached for my arm and squeezed it. “He’s never chased a girl down, and Kenny knew that. Every girl wanted to be the one to tame him.”

  I wasn’t listening to what she was saying anymore. I didn’t know something that was already battered and in pieces could keep breaking.

  How long after what we did on prom did they break it off? How long before Gav started to chase everything with a skirt? The guy they spoke of was one I wasn’t familiar with.

  “How long ago did Gavin and Gigi break up?” My voice cracked a bit.

  My world kept tilting on me because of him, and his just kept going.

  “Gav was single when he arrived at school,” Delia told me.

  “I need to change.” My voice dropped, coming almost detached.

  Three seconds, and my life was ruined.

  After Gigi left my house after prom, I always wondered if they’d worked things out. I left to get help and didn’t return to my hometown. Nick moved, and I’d stayed with my grandparents. It was mostly to help them out rather than them taking care of me, since they were old. To this day, I had yet to step foot into my old hometown. I didn’t want to see the road that killed my parents, see the lake where I almost drowned. I wanted no reminder of the mistakes in my life. Starting fresh sounded like a wonderful plan. But that’s the thing about plans—they rarely work out.

  After my shower, I left the house. I couldn’t be in my room. I felt fine until this morning when the reality of what had happened finally sunk in. Instead, I went to my brother’s house. I figured I could spend the day with him, and he could feed me.

  When I got to his place, I let myself in since I had a key to his home. His car was in the driveway, and since I called and he didn’t answer, I assumed he was napping. The first thing I did was go to his kitchen and look at the contents of his fridge to see what he had. He wasn’t fully stocked up, and that kind of worried me a bit. My brother had type one diabetes, so he had to take care of his health. That was one of the reasons he didn’t do sports, even though he loved the game.

  Not thinking much of it, I went toward his room to wake him. Nick had always just been Nick, my protector, who had no life of his own. I never expected to have my retinas burned when I opened his door.

  “Eww, gross!” I shut the door as soon as I opened it.

  I did not need to see my brother on top of someone. At least they were under the covers.

  “Don’t you knock?!” Nick yelled, pissed.

  “I’m leaving! Bye!” I screamed.

  Once I was outside his front door, I leaned against it and took a proper breath. Like a lunatic, I slid down his door, laughing hysterically.

  Oh, man, I needed that. At least it kept me from thinking about my life for the moment.

  Unfortunately, walking in on Nick was the highlight of my weekend. I didn’t see much of the girls, and least of all, Kenny. By the time Monday morning came, I dreaded going to class.

  I dreaded it so much I was late.

  I stood in front of the closed door for about two minutes before I decided to open it. I knew myself, and if I missed one class, I would be lost for the next one, and that would make me not even go to class. It was effortless for me to fall into a black hole of despair.

  I opened the door slowly. I didn’t want to cause a scene. The door had closed, and I sat on the first seat I could find in the back. Once I was seated, I took a relieved breath.

  “Next time, be on time,” the professor called out, and people turned to look at me.

  I nodded, hating everyone’s attention on me. I sank in my seat as if that would ward off people’s eyes from me. My eyes scanned the room until I found Gavin, but he wasn’t turned toward me; he was looking at the front of the class.

  I didn’t think much of it.

  When class ended, I packed my things and walked out, but I did it slowly. A part of me wanted Gavin to come up to me. To tell me that what happened between us wasn’t a mistake.

  I knew he was behind me; I could feel his gaze on my skin like flames kissing all over it. He didn’t approach me, though. I felt stupid for even thinking he would. He’d basically told me he hated me.

  I closed my eyes tightly for thinking things could be different. I put it to the back of my mind and carried on. When the last of my Monday class ended I was tired, and not just physically, but I had to go to the library for research.

  I didn’t feel like walking to my car, then driving to the library, which was stupid on my part, but honestly, I didn’t care.

  Caring only makes you more broken. And I was tired of feeling that way.

  When I got to the library, I was able to find solace in the one place that had groups of people being quiet. It made me feel a bit better about myself. I worked on my project, and I gave in to all my work. When they announced the library would close, I was surprised to see how much time had passed. That’s when I looked at my phone and noticed it was almost eleven o’clock.

  Shit.

  Fuck me.

  I packed my things as quickly as possible and put them in my satchel. This was what not thinking got me, and now I had to walk all the way across campus in the freaking dark. A few students walked out with me, all of them going to the parking lot. I would be the only one walking alone in the dark.

  A minute later, I was embraced by darkness while everyone else was safely in their cars. It was a little ironic how it described the way I usually felt about myself, except tonight it made me a little frightened. I felt a chill run down my spine when I heard footsteps behind me. I walked faster when the steps got heavier.

  “Scar, it’s me.”

  I screamed at the same time the stranger touched my arm. Yeah, not happening. I was not going down without a fight. I turned, scared out of my damn mind, and hit my attacker, but they were faster, turning me in their arms, their hands trying to stop me from fighting back by making a human straightjacket.

  “Let me go, asshole,” I hissed, still thrashing.

  I even threw my head back, only to meet solid chest. Call me morbid, but I seemed to attract tragedies, and me walking alone in the dark now seemed like a horrible idea.

  I was so fucked.

  “Scarlett, it’s me,” the voice said again, closer to my ear, and I shivered.

  Someone needed to send me to the loony bin because that shit was not normal.

  “I’m going to kick your ass.” I seethed.

  My attacker started to laugh, and that made me pause.

  I was breathing heavily, and somewhere in the rules of what not to do when getting abducted was stop trying to get away.

  My attacker was still laughing when he brought his chin down and rested it on my shoulder. My heart was about to go into cardiac arrest it was beating so fast.

  “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

  I closed my eyes and for a nanosecond almost wished I was getting abducted because now I recognized the voice.

  “Fuck you, Gavin! You scared me!” I shouted, and the fucker held me closer. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with him? “What were you thinking!”

  “I said your name,” he teased.

  “I thought I was getting abducted!”

  “Would an abductor call your name before they touched you?” he asked, and I was pretty sure he sniffed my hair.

  I didn’t answer his stupid question and instead took a second to gather myself when everything I tried not to think about came at me like a wrecking ball.

  “Let me go,” I said, feeling drained.

  He didn’t let me go; he just kept holding me, and it was pissing me off. Like, what was wrong with him? He seemed to run hotter than hell one minute and Antarctica cold the next.

  “Why are you walking in the dark? That’s reckless.”

  “Because my car is all the way by the science building, I’ve been at school pretty much all day, I’m tired, and I’m hungry. Now let me go!”

  “Why th
e fuck would you do that? It’s not safe,” he growled.

  “You don’t say,” I mocked when he started walking us toward my car, not letting me go. “Do you plan on letting me walk?”

  “You are walking,” he replied, ever so calmly.

  I was anything but calm at the moment, but I walked. It took longer to get to my car than it would have taken us if he would have let me go. Gavin was pressed so close to me I could feel the steady thumping of his heart. He seemed at peace, while there was a storm brewing within me.

  I didn’t understand him, and I think I wanted to because if I did, that would mean there was change coming. I guess I wanted to go back to that day in sixth grade—and maybe everything would have been different. Just maybe that choice would have prevented so much tragedy.

  My car was one of the last ones in the lot. I told myself I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t stupid, and it was just survival.

  “You can let me go now,” I said when we were by the door.

  “You’re going to run away when I do,” he mumbled against my neck, and I felt those damn butterflies. He always made me feel alive with any scrap of attention he decided to give me.

  I was angry and hungry, and my body was as crazy as my mind because it loved the feel of Gavin pressed against me. This time when I went to pull away, he let me go.

  “Go ahead and run away,” Gavin mocked.

  That pissed me the fuck off, and I turned around to face him. He was standing a few feet away from me, with hunger in his eyes.

  “You came to my house, had sex with me, then you fucking thanked me and bailed,” I spat at him.

  He at least had the decency to look remorseful.

  “How do you think that made me feel?”

  “Fuck,” he muttered, taking a step closer. “What was I supposed to do? Stay there until you kicked me out? Every time I gain an inch with you, Scar, you put a fucking mile between us.”

  He looked almost angry, but I wasn’t scared. Never of him.

  “You want to know why I left?”

  I stayed quiet, but that didn’t stop him.