Team Player 2: A Sports Anthology

by Paige, Rochelle

  I met his gaze head on and nodded. “Okay.”

  The relief on his face confirmed that I’d made the right decision.

  When he pulled me into his arms and tilted my head back for a kiss, I was ready. Kissing Law was like coming home. It was familiar but also different from how it had been when we were younger. The first time we’d kissed, the barrage of emotion and sensation that followed had overwhelmed me. Making out with my secret crush had been a heady experience, but it had gone too far, too fast. Even though I’d thought I was an adult, I’d still been a kid. Within twenty minutes of our first kiss, I was giving him my virginity without thinking about what that meant. I’d done both of us a disservice by jumping without looking.

  Now, I was a woman. I was comfortable with him, my body, and the choice to share it with him. When he lifted his head and went to take a step back, I stopped him. “We’re not finished.”

  His blue eyes flashed as he nodded and leaned in to kiss me again. And again. He stood there with me, just kissing, for a long, long time, without moving to take things further. Knowing that I needed to show him how much I wanted to take the next step, I reached between us and cupped his rigid length through his shorts. He groaned and tore his mouth from mine, breathing heavily as he stared into my eyes.

  “I’m happy to wait until you’re comfortable. We can take things slow.”

  I gave him a devilish look as I shook my head. “Maybe you can, but I can’t.”

  He made a tortured sound as I put my hands under his shirt and slid them up his torso. I felt his muscles ripple as I glided my hand up and down either side of his abdomen. When I moved down and traced my fingers along the waistband of his shorts, he wrapped his hand around my wrist.

  “Bed,” he growled.

  I laughed softly. “It’s about time you took the hint.”

  He lifted me and carried me across the room to the bed as though I weighed nothing, which was pretty much the hottest thing ever. Other than the fact that his body had been honed on the field, I didn’t understand a thing about soccer. Still, I was a huge fan.

  Between kisses, he stripped me of my pajama shorts and the soft shirt that matched. When he realized I hadn’t been wearing anything beneath the pajamas, he growled. “If I’d known you were naked under there, I would’ve gone crazy long before now.”

  I whimpered as he ran his hands over my body, his skilled fingers tweaking my nipples as he kissed me until I was writhing with need. Sliding his hand between my legs, he ran his fingers through my arousal.

  “You’re so hot,” he praised.

  I sucked in a breath when he pushed one finger inside and began moving it in and out. After a minute, he started rubbing my clit with his thumb, which caused delicious sensations to race through my body.

  “Law,” I moaned, “I’m ready. Please. We’ve waited long enough.”

  Removing his finger, he whipped his shirt over his head and leaned in and kissed me again. Reaching between us, I tugged at his shorts.

  “Off,” I ordered.

  Law’s eyes held mine as he stood and pulled them off. Like me, he’d been wearing nothing beneath his shorts. His thick cock was too perfect not to touch. I wrapped my hand around the top and traced my thumb through the pre-cum on the head. He sucked in a breath and then groaned my name on the exhale. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

  Leaning in close, I circled the head of his cock with my tongue. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “I’m right on the edge.”

  The sensual tone of his voice and the look on his face made me so wet. I clenched my core and licked him again, holding his gaze as I did. On the third pass, he stopped me.

  “I have to fuck you,” he rasped.

  My pussy got even wetter as he came down over me on the bed and slid his cock between my lower lips. He moved back and forth, rubbing my clit with his cock. I moaned and arched my back as sensation bombarded me. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “So ready,” I answered.

  He adjusted and braced over me with one arm. I’d never been so ready. We both groaned as he worked his way inside me. With his free hand, he rubbed circles on my clit as he moved in and out, feeding me a bit more of his cock with each forward motion. When he finally buried himself in as far as we could go, I shuddered. Nothing had ever felt so good.

  “Hold on,” he growled.

  I gripped his firm biceps as he adjusted his position. Setting his hands behind my knees, he pushed my legs back and started pumping in and out. It felt better than I’d ever known anything could. Seeing the hungry expression on his face as he watched his cock move in and out of my pussy was electrifying. I held tighter to his biceps as he picked up speed and began thrusting into me harder.

  His gaze moved from where we were joined to my breasts. “The way your tits bounce as you take my dick is so goddamn hot,” he growled.

  I whimpered louder as he released my right leg so he could slide his hand between my legs. The way he was rubbing my clit brought me to the edge quick. He leaned in and kissed me again before he pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Are you mine?”

  I clenched around him and held for a second, enjoying the way his eyes went totally wild. “I always was. The question is, are you mine, Law?”

  He whimpered as he started pounding into me faster. “Always, baby. Fucking always. Only you, Addison. Only. Fucking. You.”

  His words, his fingers on my clit and the feeling of his cock inside me all came together in a perfect storm. Arching my back, I let out a silent scream as I came. He rode me harder, his thrusts turning frantic as he roared my name. The heat of his release added a whole other layer to my orgasm. I cried out his name as he filled me, my entire body shaking as the pleasure of it raced through my veins.

  Even when I thought it was over, the aftershocks went on. Law buried his face against my neck and groaned my name as his body jerked one final time. I’d never felt as good as I did covered in sweat and sex drunk with Law still inside me.

  After a few minutes, he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss, wishing he could've stayed there forever. He kissed me deeply before he rolled to his back next to me and took my hand in his. Lifting it to his lips, he kissed my knuckles.

  “Best night of my life,” he said huskily.

  I smiled as I rolled to my side and set my head down on his chest. “Mine too.”

  “It only gets better from here,” he said.

  “You think?” I asked.

  “I know,” he answered.

  Knowing he was right, I fell asleep wearing a smile on my face.

  The End… for now.

  About Ella

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  The Teaching Hours

  Sara Ney

  Prologue

  Hannah

  My roommate Skylar and her boyfriend Abe make me ill.

  Oh calm down, I’m just being dramatic. They don’t actually make me sick in a vomit inducing, I’m going to puke kind of a way. Just…the kind of ill fueled by jealously. The kind of ill that makes me want the same thing for myself. A jealous, I want that, kind of feeling in the pit of my stomach when they’re around the apartment.

  I want what they have.

  It’s too damn bad I act like such an asshole half of the time.

  Guys hate that.

  They want sweet. Biddable. Sexy.

  They want someone to adore them.<
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  That’s not me; I am none of those things.

  Fiddling with my phone, I tap open the LoveU app—the on-campus date finder for students. LoveU is the way my best friend met her boyfriend, and how I like to pass time when I’m bored. I don’t like to take it too seriously; I’ve seen some of the guys my friends have matched with and have only been impressed with one.

  But. It passes the time when I’m bored, and I’m bored now.

  I swipe and swipe and swipe left, deleting profile after profile.

  It’s not my first experience with the app; I’ve been on a few dates lately with guys I’ve matched with. But I haven’t had any luck, obviously—my mouth and sassy attitude get me in trouble, and very few second dates.

  Rex Gunderson. 24.

  Yo yo yo ladies, I’m an alum, back in town for the next few semesters pitching in at the athletic building and wouldn’t mind your company. A few things about me: fun-cle to a baby girl (she’s not actually my neice but who cares). Hilarious. Big boy job. Has my own place. Loves fancy shit but prefer to do then in my sweats or pajama’s. You: are legal and over the age of 18.

  The yo, yo, yo catches my eye. But the rest of it? All this guy is looking for is someone over the age of eighteen? I let out a huff.

  “Have some standards, dude, even if you’re just looking for a hook-up.” I shake my head in disgust, muttering out loud to myself, a habit I’m unable to break.

  Still.

  I give him a second glace, studying his pictures. He is kind of attractive…in a skinny, dorky guy kind of way.

  I bite down on my bottom lip and swipe, knowing I’ll probably regret it later. Shoot him a message because there is nothing worse than waiting for a guy to make the first move.

  Me: You love fancy shit, huh? What kind are you talking about here…? Inquiring minds want to know.

  RexG: You know, the usual. Dinner, bars. Play a round of golf or two.

  Me: In your sweat pants?

  RexG: No, I wear real pants for that.

  Me: Khakis?

  RexG: No one wears khakis anymore.

  Me: Sure they do, I saw some yesterday.

  RexG: Who was wearing them?

  Me: My Lit professor.

  RexG: I rest my case.

  Me: So, I’m just going to come out and ask or it’s going to drive me insane.

  RexG: Go for it.

  Me: What are you doing on this app, it says you’re 24.

  RexG: So? I just turned 24. That’s not ancient.

  Me: Aren’t you a little old to be fishing in the school kiddie pond?

  RexG: I barely just graduated. Why you gotta be like that?

  Me: I had to get it off my chest.

  RexG: I was checking out your chest earlier. Very impressive.

  Me: Uh, gross. Stop, don’t even go there.

  RexG: Uh, why?

  Me: You can’t just say things like that. It’s douchey.

  RexG: Funny you should mention that. I never said I was a gentleman.

  Me: You look like one. Kind of?

  Me: Actually you look like a huge dork.

  RexG: How about you just kick me in the nuts and get it over with.

  RexG: And FOR THE RECORD I’m not photogenic and am WAY BETTER LOOKING IN PERSON.

  Me: Says who?

  RexG: MY FUCKING MOTHER, Jesus lady.

  Me: Shit, I’m sorry. I have no filter—I wasn’t trying to be a bitch.

  RexG: Whatever, it’s fine.

  Me: I suppose you’re going to unmatch me now?

  RexG: Why would I do that?

  Me: Because I’m being an asshole—WHY WOULDN’T YOU UNMATCH WITH ME?

  RexG: First of all, why are you yelling?

  Me: Have some standards. All you have in your profile is that you’re looking for someone over the age of 18. WTH.

  RexG: Age ain’t nothin’ but a numba.

  Me: So…what are you actually doing here if you’re not a student? Are you a TA?

  RexG: No, I’m helping out with the athletics department. Mostly with the wrestling team. I used to be their manager.

  Me: My roommate’s boyfriend is a wrestler. Maybe you know him?

  RexG: What’s his name?

  Me: Abe Davis.

  RexG: He was a freshman I think the year I left the team. Don’t know him that well. He decent?

  Me: He’s awesome.

  RexG: Cool.

  Me: So you’re on campus for how long?

  RexG: Rest of this semester, summer, first term of fall.

  Me: And you’re looking to hook-up with someone?

  RexG: Sure. If that’s what you want.

  Me: It’s not.

  RexG: Okay.

  Me: That’s it? Okay? You’re not going to try and change my mind?

  RexG: Do you want me to?

  Me: Uh, NO.

  RexG: LOL then I won’t.

  Me: It’s really shitty that you’re just here looking to get laid. Some of us are looking for the real deal.

  RexG: I never said all I wanted was an easy lay. You did.

  Me: Well, COME ON. Let’s get real here. You won’t even be here the entire year.

  RexG: Says you’re a junior. 22. You won’t be here long either.

  Me: But I’m here NOW.

  RexG: So am I.

  Me: Is this an athlete thing? Are you all just douchebags who sleep around?

  RexG: I don’t know, is that how Abe Davis acts?

  Me: No.

  RexG: Wanna throw some sweats on tomorrow and meet me for coffee?

  Me: How early.

  RexG: Whatever works for you.

  Me: How tired do you want me to look?

  RexG: How will you look at 9?

  Me: Horrible.

  RexG: LOL

  Me: Why the hell are we even talking about this, I DON’T WANT TO MEET YOU.

  RexG: That’s fine.

  Me: Stop doing that.

  RexG: What am I doing wron? I’m agreeing with you.

  Me: I REFUSE to fall for your jedi-mind tricks.

  RexG: Listen, I don’t know what I did or what I said, but you’re kind of scary.

  Me: WHY DOES EVERY GUY KEEP SAYING THAT?

  RexG: Because you yell a lot. Guys don’t like that.

  RexG: And you keep putting words in my mouth and making assumptions.

  Me: Thank., I got it.

  RexG: And that part in your profile about “no shave november” and always being hangry? Also scary and confusing.

  Me: I am who I am.

  RexG: Hairy, hungry, and scary?

  Me: Yes?

  RexG: I don’t know what to tell you, Bianca.

  Me: Um, about that...Bianca isn’t my name.

  RexG: Okayyyyy…What is it then?

  Me: Hannah.

  RexG: That’s pretty, why did you use a different name? Didn’t want any creepers messaging you?

  Me: I just like the name. It sounds sexy.

  RexG: Little liar, aren’t you.

  Me: NO! Just about that one thing…The rest is all me. I’m just—I can’t help it if I’m awkward, and I say stupid shit, and I make inappropriate comments at inappropriate times.

  RexG: You know—I could help you with that.

  Me: Help me with what?

  RexG: Help you date. While I’m here. I can teach you some shit, like how to talk to dudes and shit.

  Me: This isn’t a trick to try and sleep with me?

  RexG: Nope. Twenty-six chicks have swiped on me in the time we’ve been talking. I’ll be fine.

  RexG: Do you want my help or not?

  RexG: Hello? You still there?

  Me: I’m thinking…

  RexG: Don’t think too long, I might change my mind.

  Me: Fine.

  RexG: Great.

  Me: Okay.

  RexG: LOL here’s my number. Message me when you get the courage.

  It takes me two days.

  Rex

  That girl Hannah finally got
the balls to message me.

  To say I was shocked was an understatement. I didn’t think she’d have to balls to actually do it. Just figured she ran her mouth off a lot and wouldn’t get in touch.

  To be honest, I’m not sure I wanted her to. For all her honesty, Hannah seems like kind of…

  Judgey.

  I don’t use that term lightly, despite the fact that I’m a giant asshole on most occasions, my mother did teach me some manners. Not a lot—but some. Enough to prevent me from getting slapped by women, but not so much I don’t get punched in the face every so often by guys.

  I take my niece’s hand as she toddles along beside me. We’re at the mall because I need a new shirt for an upcoming coaching staff meeting, but I’m actually babysitting, too. Lilly is technically not my niece, but her mom Annabelle is one of my breast friends—I chuckle at my joke, bending at the waist to point to the chocolate store to Lilly as we pass by.

  “Do you want a chocolate strawberry?” I ask her, poking the glass with the tip of my finger. “Yummy.”

  She nods, little curls bobbing, drool dripping a little out the corner of her rosebud shaped mouth.

  I scoop her up as we walk inside; she’s no heavier than a puppy but I make a show of what a big girl she is when I lift her—she loves when I do that. Then I order a cone of chocolate dipped berries and while we wait, Lilly’s curious hands grab at all the shit they have at the cash wrap, knocking over a display of jelly beans.

  I grab, too, restacking them and move a few steps back so she’s out of reach. The girl behind the counter is taking fucking forever to grab my strawberries when all she has to do is reach into the refrigerator and grab a pre-made paper wrapped cone of them.

  When she finally manages to do her job, Lilly claps.

  “Don’t they look good?” I ask her. “Nom, nom, nom!” I’d blow on her stomach if we weren’t in a store. Her adorably pudgy cheeks are sucked in as she anticipates the treats.

  “Yummy Guncle Rex!” she enthuses. “Put me down now!”

  So demanding. Lilly may be a demanding little shit, but I’m a sucker for her demands and she knows it.