Touchdown Baby: A College Football Romantic Comedy

by Tabatha Kiss

  I grip the pillow beneath my head as climax threatens me again.

  Junior feels it as my pussy tightens, his eyes glazed with pleasure.

  Yes. Yes.

  His thumb works harder, bumping my clit in just the right spot.

  I come hard, unable to stop myself as he thrusts deep.

  “Come all you want.” He chuckles. “You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you.”

  Holy fuck dear me fuck fuck fuck—

  I throw my head back and round my hips, riding the long tail of my orgasm on his thick cock. Junior lets me move, shifting his hands to my hips as I grind on him.

  “Fuck, Ally, you’re so fucking good.”

  I laugh. I moan. I touch myself, targeting my clit to give myself a second orgasm.

  “Get it, baby,” he says, his voice strained and rough. “Show me what you like.”

  I don’t stop. I make myself come again, not caring how loud I am or what my O-face looks like. I lose myself, every insecurity melting away as my body responds to his touch and nothing else.

  “Good girl,” Junior growls as I settle onto the mattress.

  I breathe hard, taking a much-needed rest, but Junior doesn’t. He stays deep inside of me as he leans over and sucks my nipple between his teeth.

  “Very good girl.”

  I dissolve into a mixture of uncontrollable laughter and moans. I’ve spent the last few weeks torturing Junior Morgan, practically waving my pussy in front of his nose. Now that he’s got it, I wonder if he’ll ever leave it. His eyes flare with passionate fire for me — me — and his entire body burns with lust as I writhe beneath him. Pleasure blooms across my skin, a healthy, constant surge of heat and longing.

  I don’t bother trying to make sense of it. Not that I even could in my current state.

  Junior kisses me again. This time, he shifts his hips backward, pulling out of me, and I mewl in response. Put it back, I want to scream. I want to grab hold of him and do it myself, but he flips me over onto my stomach before I can even move.

  His kiss tingles my spine as he kisses the space between my shoulder blades. With one hand, he pushes my hair away, clearing a path. With the other, he palms my ass cheek, giving it a good squeeze as he groans in my ear.

  “Your ass is perfect.”

  I smile as his palm connects again, this time with a healthy smack. “Thank you,” is all I can think to say, making us both laugh.

  He kisses my back again, the soft shadow on his cheeks scratching me just right. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know,” he whispers down my spine, “how fucking sexy you are.”

  I tremble, my skin pebbling with goosebumps. Moans tumble from my lips as he licks the small of my back, and he doesn’t stop there. He spreads my cheeks, quickly finding my asshole.

  I nearly lurch off the bed in surprise, but he holds me down with a firm hand on my back. Pleasure rolls in, sending a wave of desire to my clit as he eats me. I settle once more, backing up to encourage him. No one’s ever tasted me there before. I didn’t think I’d even like it, truthfully, but the new pounding in my sex extinguishes any doubts I had about that.

  I moan into my fist, biting my knuckles to hold myself together.

  “You like that?” Junior asks, his voice full of heat. He flicks my hole again, and my entire body shakes in response. “Do you want more?”

  I nearly moan yes, but my brain forces some hesitation.

  When he says more, does he mean more licking? Or more… more?

  “No,” I say, somehow putting some strength behind the word.

  Junior chuckles. “Had to ask.” His teeth etch a line in my right cheek, making me flinch. “But let me know if you change your mind. I’d do anything to fuck this ass.”

  Noted.

  Before I can reply, he shoves his tongue into my slit. I lurch and quiver, my hips shifting on their own to fuck his face. I balance on my knees and Junior reads my body language, moving to position himself behind me. His cock presses hard against my crack, and I absolutely notice the way my anus puckers as he slides his tip across the opening on his way toward my pussy.

  Junior enters me from behind. He rests his hands on my hips, clinging to me as he fills me to the hilt. “You’re still so tight.”

  In and out. Harder and faster. His body slaps against the back of my thighs. I struggle to hold myself up. My elbows turn to jelly, along with the rest of me, as orgasm builds in me again. I hang my head, moaning and aching for release.

  Junior. Junior. Junior.

  Finally, everything in me tightens. Climax crashes through me again and I smother myself with the nearest pillow. My entire body numbs to everything but pleasure, ignoring the discomfort in my muscles and joints. Before I can collapse from it all, Junior grips my hips and thrusts in me one more time, his final groans obvious. He pulls out. I feel his warm cum dripping out of me and even more spilling onto me as he jerks himself off.

  I roll over weakly, still clenching the pillow beneath my head. With eyes closed, I take a dozen breaths, willing my heart to stop pounding, but that’s easier said than done.

  Daddy’s gonna be so mad at me.

  I chuckle to myself. It’s not the first time in my life I’ve had that thought, and it sure as hell won’t be the last.

  “What?”

  I open my eyes to find Junior lingering over me on his hands, his expression amused but curious. I must look like a crazy lady.

  “Nothing,” I answer, licking my lips. “Just feeling good, that’s all.”

  He smirks. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  I reach out to him. I comb my fingers through his hair. He turns to kiss my wrist, my palm, my fingers, before lowering down to my lips again.

  Oh, yeah.

  Daddy’s going to be pissed.

  CHAPTER 24

  JUNIOR

  I draw a line along Alyssa’s naked hip, tracing up and down for what must be the two-hundredth time. Neither of us seems to care, though.

  Usually, I’d come up with an excuse at this point. Tonight was fun, babe, but I have practice in the morning. I’ll see you out. Something plausible but strategic. Something that reminds them of who I am, and how this probably won’t happen again.

  But right now, the thought doesn’t even cross my mind as I stare over at Alyssa. I’m lying here, looking into the stunning ocean currents she calls eyes, refusing to look at the clock because I know that doing so will put a limit on this moment.

  “What?” she asks, smiling gently with her head on my pillow.

  “Nothing,” I say, letting my fingertips dance along her skin.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “Like it’s just an intermission.”

  I laugh. “Maybe it is.”

  She props herself up on her elbow. “Bullshit.”

  “I told you I could rock you all night, Alyssa Pierce. You should have believed me.”

  “I stand corrected.”

  I shake my head and slide closer to her. “No, if you’re standing, then I’ve done something wrong. Spread your legs again—”

  She slaps me away. “Not so fast. I need a little more rest first.”

  “That’s what I thought.” I settle back, feeling a rush of satisfaction as she laughs.

  “Oh…” She sits up. “Speaking of you doing things wrong…” I raise a confused brow as she crawls across the bed and reaches for my notebook on the desk, flashing me the most exquisite view of her tempting ass as she moves. “I checked over your math homework while I was waiting on you.”

  “I thought you were only here for a few minutes before I got home,” I say, glancing at the pencil notches taking over my homework.

  She clears her throat, ignoring the accusation as she points to the paper. “I think we need to go over the last chapter again because you keep—”

  I snatch the notebook from her and toss it to the floor. “Not now.”

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  “Ally…” I shift her onto her back and drop my lips to her breasts. “Not now.”

  She smiles and exhales the tension from her muscles as I descend her body. “Okay… tomorrow, then.”

  “Tomorrow is Sunday.”

  “That’s the perfect day for studying.”

  “When a guy fantasizes about his tutor riding him, a stern work ethic is not what he has in mind.”

  “Get used to it, Junior. I said you’d learn it and I meant it.”

  I kiss down her navel, sliding my tongue along her flavorful skin. “You know… you haven’t told me what you wanted in return for tutoring me.”

  Her lips curl. “Oh, that.” She runs her fingers through my hair, quivering softly as my tongue inches even closer to her core. “Grab my bag.”

  I reach for it, curious to know what she brought with her and what dirty things I can do to her with it.

  She withdraws a book from the bag. “Page ninety-seven.”

  I blink with confusion as she tosses it at me, but I do as she asks. “Okay…”

  “Read Danny’s lines.”

  My tongue twitches with disappointment. “What is this?”

  She presents her hands. “I help you study geometry and you help me memorize my lines,” she says.

  I chuckle at the book. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind.”

  “I know.” Alyssa grins. “But you said you’d do whatever I wanted and this qualifies.”

  “Does it?”

  “Yes.” She sits back against the headboard, staring at me with expectation. “I’m waiting, Danny.”

  I sigh and look at the script, finding Danny’s first line at the top of the page. “If this is right, then why does it feel so wrong?”

  She smiles at my stiff delivery but swings into her character. “It feels wrong because we don’t know any better,” she recites from memory. “You just need a little time to think about it like I have.”

  “Nora, I don’t give a good goddamn what your head thinks.” I furrow my brow. “All I care about is what that beautiful heart of yours feels—” I drop the script. “This is stupid.”

  “You said you’d do anything.”

  “No, I mean… these lines. No one talks like this.”

  “I asked you to read, not to think.”

  “I don’t want to do either right now,” I hint, tossing the script off the bed.

  She lunges forward, wincing as it slides along the floor. “Junior, that’s my only copy—”

  I grab her arm and pull her toward me. “Right now, I’d rather be moaning or grunting or tasting — none of which require reading or thinking.”

  She winks. “Maybe a little thinking.”

  “I beg to differ, Ally,” I say, sliding down her body. “I can do some very good things to you without even thinking about it.”

  I lick her sweet folds and her thighs twitch against my shoulders. She moans softly, her breaths growing more powerful with each lap I give her clit. I focus on it, drawing circles around it and adding pressure in all the right places until she’s squirming beneath me.

  My mouth waters with every taste and I immerse myself in her, not caring how much of a mess she makes on my face. I reach up her body to squeeze her breasts, and her hips buck and grind on me.

  Alyssa grabs my hair and digs her nails into my scalp. “Stick a finger in me.”

  I do as she pleases, sliding my digit inside until I can’t anymore. She writhes against my hand, trembling wildly as I fuck her with it.

  Her back arches, and she moans at the ceiling as she comes. Every piece of her quakes under me. Her moans squeak from her little throat, an adorable change from her usual deep, feminine tone.

  Slowly she relaxes, gently twitching every few seconds as I kiss up to her neck.

  She opens her eyes and slight panic crosses her face. “Oh, my god.” She deflates, staring at my bedside clock. “My father’s really gonna kill me now.”

  “He gives you a curfew?”

  “It’s suggested. But still, I’d rather not…”

  “Rock the boat.”

  “Yeah.”

  I finally give in and check the time. It’s two in the morning.

  “Relax.” I laugh, hoping to keep her in my bed for as long as possible. “Stay here. The damage is already done.”

  She slides out from under me and reaches for her bag, but I squeeze her hand. “Junior, come on.”

  “Come on what?” I ignore her protest and pull her over me so she straddles my waist. Her wetness hugs my cock and I feel myself growing hard again.

  She feels it, too. “Junior… I have to go…”

  Fuck, I love the way she says my name.

  “No, you don’t.”

  I press myself against her glistening folds and she sighs with pleasure.

  I sit up and wrap my hands around her naked curves. Her nipples pebble against my palms as I kiss her to taste the warm desire on her lips.

  She melts in my arms, losing more of her will to leave with every hard inch of me she feels.

  “What will it be, Ally?” I ask. “Are you coming or going?”

  She smiles. “Why not both?”

  “Correct answer.”

  I settle back against my pillows as she impales herself on me, instantly breathing a soft moan as the inches slide inside.

  I take her with slow, upward thrusts and she lays her palms on my chest to hold herself up as she rides me. She matches my speed, grinding and purring with each buck of our hips.

  Her pussy is still so tight around me, even after the hard fucking I already gave her tonight. I groan with each massaging grip, climbing that hill faster than usual, but if her eyes are any sign, she just might come before I do.

  I slide a hand down her body and push my thumb against her sensitive clit to help her along.

  She gasps. “Junior, don’t stop…” I intensify the grind, drawing a sharp moan from the bottom of her lungs. “Faster…”

  I oblige, flicking my thumb and pounding upward even harder. Her face contorts into an expression of sinful agony with closed eyes and an open mouth.

  “Junior—!”

  Her body freezes in place above me and her inner muscles claim my cock with quick spasms, forcing me over the edge as her nails claw into my skin.

  White light tears my vision apart, blinding me as I come with her. I pull out just in time, covering her navel with cum. She collapses forward to kiss me and our lips vibrate together with moans and grunts of satisfaction. I bury my nose in her hair to smell the mixture of her natural scent and her perfume and her shampoo — anything that will make me memorize every sensation of this moment.

  Alyssa slides off me, her chest heaving up and down. “Okay…” she says after she catches her breath. “Now, I definitely have to go.”

  I reach for the hand towel on my nightstand. She takes it from me with a grateful smile and cleans her belly off before getting dressed. I throw on my jeans to cover up with before I lead her out into the hallway. The house is dark and silent. Ty must still be out.

  As we step outside onto the porch, I spot Ty’s car in the driveway. Or maybe he’s not. “I didn’t even hear him come in,” I say.

  Alyssa’s round eyes grow wider in the dark. “You don’t think he heard us, do you?”

  “Oh, he most definitely heard you.” She halts and smacks my shoulder. “I’m kidding! Ty’s the deepest sleeper I’ve ever met. I bring girls in and out of here all the time, he’s never complained.”

  She pauses. “Oh, really?”

  “That… did not come out right,” I choke. “I meant I used to—”

  “Calm down, Junior.” She chuckles. “We both knew what this was.”

  My body feels twenty pounds heavier. “Right,” I say. “We’re just having fun.”

  “Exactly.” She pops up onto her toes and lays a quick peck on my cheek. “Bye, Junior. Library at twelve?”

  “Library at twelve,” I confirm. “Bye, Ally
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  I linger on the porch until her car disappears from sight, but I try to pretend I’m not. I check inside the mailbox, even though I know it’s empty. I adjust the welcome mat because it’s about thirty degrees off-center.

  Thirty degrees? I guess Alyssa was right when she said I’d actually learn something with her as my math tutor.

  I step inside and run right into Ty’s judgmental face.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks, the whole truth flashing back at me.

  “Checking the mail,” I claim.

  “At two in the morning?”

  “Is that weird?”

  Ty shakes his head. “Cut the crap. That was Alyssa Pierce, wasn’t it?”

  I scoff. “Come on, man. She’s just my math tutor.”

  “Oh, okay…” His voice drips with sarcasm. “Alyssa Pierce was in your bedroom all night, moaning at you to solve equations harder and faster?”

  “Okay, fine. You caught us. We’re just having some fun. That’s it.”

  “There’s having fun with girls and then there’s having fun with Cary Pierce’s daughter,” he says. “Only one of those things will get you kicked off the football team.”

  I laugh. “No one is going to kick me off the team, all right?”

  “I hope not because, unfortunately, we need your ass.” He steps back, his head sagging with disappointment. “Don’t let a few late-night study sessions blow this entire season for the rest of us.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Good.”

  Ty takes off back to his room, but I linger behind in the darkness for a few more minutes.

  I can’t really blame him for getting angry. Hell, I’d be just as pissed off if I were in his shoes. Hands off Alyssa Pierce. It’s a simple instruction, but as Alyssa the Tutor could easily tell you, I’m not great at following directions.

  But Alyssa and I are just having fun. She confirmed as much a few minutes ago. No strings attached. Just good, old-fashioned, casual sex.

  When the coach told me to stay away from her, he could have meant not to date her. We’re not dating, so we should be in the clear, right?

  I slink back to my room and the temporary comfort the thought brings me disappears. The place still smells of her. That flower perfume lingers on the walls and my bedsheets. Her moans of pleasure and laughter still echo in my ears.